4. It was him

Amayra

"You know me?", I questioned him.

"I have seen a few matches", he replied with his strange smile. His smile was a mixture of both certainty and sarcasm. However, my jaw dropped with his confession.

Did he watch my matches? How did he get so much time to watch my matches and did he actually give me a damn?

I felt my heart burning after hearing him. I thought he had never thought of me, never wanted to know about me. I never knew I would be hearing something like this.

"I hardly watch something for entertainment. But when I got to know you're a national level athlete I made up some time for this", he said in a cold voice. Even his compliments were so frigid. How would I live with this man? I thought to myself.

"Thank you", I muttered, smiling at him.

"Anyway, nice meeting you, Amayra", he proceeded his hand towards me as I accepted the invitation to shake hands.

As soon as I sensed the touch of him, my whole body shook. His warm hands gave shivers down to my spine. My brain had stopped working to figure out what was happening to me. Why did Abraham seem so familiar when I had never met him before?

"Now we shouldn't waste more time. I know you keep busy all the time", dada said.

I clenched my teeth. What was so important to get busy on his own engagement day? I knew he was an industrialist. Okay, by name only. Otherwise, I knew what he actually was. I was glad that dada didn't hide his actual identity from me and made things transparent. It became easy for me to accept Abraham.

"Come", dada holds my shoulder with one hand and Abraham's shoulder with another one.

"Excuse me, Mr Mehta", Abraham stopped there and shoved dada's hand from his neck, leaving me and dada both in shock. I looked at him in disbelief.

"What happened?", dada frowned. He didn't like any interruptions on those works which could lead him to success.

"Before you go to the stage and grab the attention of everyone, I have something to talk with you", he grumbled, settling his hands inside his pocket.

"Can't we discuss this after the ceremony is done? It's already too late", dada grumbled.

"No. It should be discussed now", he raised his eyebrows. I couldn't be more shocked. It was unable for me to take back to back quakes. I remained silent. Usually, it was tough for anyone to shut my mouth.

However, since dada and Abraham knew each other well, I didn't bother to speak.

"What?", dada shrugged, clenching his jaw.

Abraham moved his gaze from me and passed a wry smile.

"Sorry, but I can't get married to your granddaughter", he announced. I and dada pause for a minute while looking at him, widening our eyes. Did I hear something wrong? The hangover might be still ruling on me.

"Excuse me?", I exclaimed before dada could say anything. He couldn't utter a word on this.

"Yes", Abraham looked at me, passing a wry smile. I was unable to understand what was going on. Did he really turn down the alliance? Was he gonna call off the marriage?

"What are you ranting?", dada shrugged, trying his best to keep his voice low. The conversation was still occurring between the three of us.

"I'm not ranting, Mr Mehta. I'm telling you about my decision. I can't marry Amayra", within a minute he turned everything upside down. I parted my lips and wriggled my eyebrows while gaping at him.

"Are you serious?", I clamoured. Although I never thought I'd be talking about this with him, I felt humiliated. On the day of engagement, he was saying that he couldn't marry me.

Where was he for the last six months when the alliance got fixed? Couldn't he call it off then? What was the point of doing this shit among a crowd of guests and reporters?

"Abraham!", dada grumbled after a long pause, glaring at him with red fury eyes. I grabbed his arm so that he didn't lose his temper and do something wrong. "This is enough now. You have said enough nonsense. Why the hell are you calling off this marriage?"

"Because your granddaughter loves to sleep with guys a night before her engagement", he fired another bomb, leaving me numb on the spot.

My whole body got cold-blooded as I iced there like a statue. My voice wasn't supporting me to utter a word. I could sense dada's gaze at me but I was unable to look at him. I kept peering at Abraham, unable to figure out how to react.

"What rubbish?", dada almost roared. "How dare you to...."

"Relax, Mr Mehta. I don't think it will be sensible for you to roar at me among the crowd. You have your business partners and reporters over here, right? You won't want to demolish your reputation. Even I don't wanna tarnish a girl's image", he glanced at me for once. I didn't know why I kept looking at him when he was busy wrecking everything I had. "But that doesn't mean I will be marrying a girl who... Leave that"

I could see dada's veins about to tear his skin. His wrath was uncontrollable. I didn't know how I was gonna tackle the situation. If the news leaks somehow, everything dada had built for years will crash down.

"You're mistaken", somehow dada controlled his outrage and spat on his face. But I remained silent as he was telling the truth. I had no right to raise my voice over him. But this was not the way he should do that to me on the day of engagement.

"I'm not mistaken, Mr Mehta. You can ask her", Abraham passed a cold look to me as I glared at him.

"Tell him that this is not true. He is mistaken", dada jerked me.

"This is true, dada", I muttered while gazing at him. I was burning inside by anger and humiliation. Instead of being a conventional bride, trying to save her image I preferred to spit the truth on his face.

I knew dada would be devastated after hearing this. Nonetheless, Abraham Harris didn't leave another choice for me.

My gaze stumbled upon him. He had no expression on his face which could prove that he was not pissed on me.

"So, here's the truth, Mr Mehta. Do I need to say anything more?", he grimaced. Wasn't he angry? Wasn't it freaked him out? Why the hell was he laughing at this?

"No, Abraham Harris", I shrugged off, my eyes glued to him. "You don't need to say anything more. I have spilt the beans. You could've come to me, questioned me, judged me or done anything you wanted. There was no need of all the drama over here", I spat.

"I'm not interested in questioning, Amayra Mehta", he scoffed, scratching his forehead with his index finger.

"But you were interested in spying on me, right? This is what men like you do. You had no time to meet me or talk to me in past six months. But you had enough time to spy on me. Instead of knowing me personally, you better kept your eyes on me?", I had never felt so disgusted in my whole life. That was not because he blabbed all this in front of dada, that was because my hatred for him now increased more with his awful act.

"I thought athletes have the calmest minds", he grimaced. "You're too quick to lose your temper"

"You don't....", I took a step to fire back at him when dada held my hand in a tight grip. I looked at him as I found him glaring at me as if he was asking me to shut my mouth. I lowered my eyes and stepped back.

"I'm sorry on behalf of her", dada said in a calm voice as I gaped at him. Did he just apologise? My dada had apologised to someone for the first time. It jabbed to my heart, burning me in guilt and wrath inside. I kept gazing at him. "But it could be just an accident and she was drunk. Trust me. She was ready to marry you. She didn't have any other man in her life", he clarified on behalf of me.

However, I was sure that Abraham was in no mood to take this alliance further. Because all the damn things in this world end up sticking to a girl's virginity. He was talking as if he was the tomb of morals. He didn't deserve a perfect package which I was a night before.

"Whatever it is, Mr Mehta", he cleared his throat. "I can't put up with this now. I don't want my wife to be a girl like your granddaughter", his eyes glazed on me.

I clenched my fists. My nerves were shaking to print my knuckles on his jaw. No matter how much strength and power he had, I was no less than ten men.

Nonetheless, I gulped, burying the anger inside me for the sake of my dada.

"You should find someone who will be okay with her actions", he glances at me for once.

People had already started talking about our conversation and waiting for the announcement of the exchange of the rings. Perhaps, the possibilities of occurring the engagement were zero.

"So, may I announce or....", he strived to say but dada raised his hand to stop him.

I could sense the boiling anger inside him.

He turned around and looked at the crowd, standing near the stage, taking a few steps ahead. Abraham was still standing near me. I drove my eyes away from him. I thought he would be the man whom I would love the most. I never imagined he would end up being the man whom I would be hating for the rest of my life.

"Good evening everyone", dada grabbed the attention with the least amount of enthusiasm in his voice. "First of all, thanks for coming here. It was going to be a moment of joy. But....", his voice had broken.

My eyes went to Lily and Dhruv. Both looked clueless with the sudden change in dada's tone.

"But there are a few things which occur unexpectedly. I'm feeling so sorry to announce that this engagement won't take place now", as soon as he announced that whole function hall became chaotic, people giving weird reactions, some talked to each other, some questioned, the media reporters shot the whole thing, eventually all the spicy drama of a Bollywood movie was going on in Albania itself.

"Please, silence", dada raised his hands to calm them down. I found Abraham talking on call.

"Great!", he grumbled. "Fix the meeting in fifteen minutes. I'll be there. And make sure you arrange the things well. This deal is too much important for us. I don't want any raid of officials this time", he continued to speak.

What a man! I wasn't wrong about him at all. He had fixed a damn meeting after fifteen minutes. He was so sure that he would smash things under his feet and walk away from here. I drove my eyes away again.

"There are some incompatibility problems. I hope you understand. Thanks for coming", dada folded his hands as all the guests started vacating the hall room while gossiping.

Abraham looked at me for once and frowned.

"All the best for your upcoming matches. I'll be rooting for you", he put his phone in his pocket as I scowled at him.

He turned back and walked towards the door as his men followed him. I didn't know why I kept looking at him. A few minutes ago, he seemed so familiar to me. His face, his touch, his voice, everything was so familiar. Somewhere, I had given birth to a tiny hope inside me that life would be easy with him. But he shattered it all. Or I? Was I the one to ruin this?

Dhruv and Lily came up and Lily held my shoulder.

"Are you okay?", she panicked.

I felt a massive ache in my chest, hurting myself because of my own stupidity. It was me. Fuck! It wasn't him. It was me who was at the fault. I fucked up everything. While Lily was continuously talking to me, I looked at dada standing with some of his partners.

"What will you do now, Shashank?", one of his partners asked.

"I don't know", he grumbled, grabbing his forehead.

All the guests were already gone, only dada's close partners and we left. The reporters rushed after Abraham and a few of them tried to reach us, however, the guards tackled them.

"Abraham Harris was the one who could make it for you", another man said. Dada only shook his head.

I didn't utter a single word and turned back, running towards my room. Tears weaved down to my cheeks. I could hear Dhruv and Lily calling me from behind but my legs were not stopping. I dragged myself inside the room, slammed the door and locked it. Holding the knob, I cried my heart out. It was not only because of one single thing. Mixed feelings had taken over my sanity. I was angry, I was humiliated, my dada got embarrassed because of me, the hopes I was gathering for six long months were broken into pieces.

I admit I was unhappy. I had no good impression in my heart for Abraham as he was a gangsta. However, deep down I had accepted that. I thought everything would be changing after this engagement but everything went wrong just because of my fucking lust. I ruined everything in one night. What was the need of doing this shit, Amayra? I cursed myself.

I was panting and needed some air. I walked towards the balcony and looked around with my damp eyes, consoling myself when my eyes went to the parking lot.

Abraham was still there, talking to his men near the cars. My gaze halted by him. I didn't know why I was driving to him. An unknown feeling was pushing me towards him like hell. Holding the railing, I tilted my face and try my best to remember where I had seen him last time. I was so sure that I have met him, talked to him and even touched him. I could feel the touch. It couldn't be something random for sure.

In the meantime, one of his men came to him and passes a black shirt. He started unbuttoning the suit. Maybe, he was leaving for the meeting he was talking about. I didn't drive my eyes away from him until he removes the coat and the white shirt. As soon as he reveals his body, I froze, gaping at his bare chest.

The scar! My eyes popped out and my mouth fell open. I couldn't believe my own eyes.

That was the same scar that the guy had. I clearly remember it as I was nuzzling that deep cut on his chest while fucking each other. Was that actually true? I shoved my hands from the railing and stumbled back against the wall in disbelief.

My memory had taken me back to last night. I tried to recollect the face which I had hardly seen, the voice on which I was puffing up, the body that had taken over me, that touch I felt all over me from my cheeks to my womanhood. Dang! He was the one.

My heart pounded with all the things, mixing inside me and driving me crazy. I put my palms on my mouth, looking at him with my devasted eyes.

Why did he do this to me? What was the reason? He was the one to offer me, he was the one to have sex with me and then he called off the marriage saying that I slept with another guy? When it was him. He trapped me deliberately, humiliated me, hurt me like nobody ever did.

More than the humiliation one thing affected me the most. He took my virginity just to trap me. It was nothing for him. My heart seeped. I sat on the ground while crying aloud. Even lust meant to be a feeling. Nonetheless, what he did to me was not even lust. He used me. He fucking used me. The night which meant a lot to me was a ploy for him, just a ploy.

One by one all the cars were gone and I was still seated on the balcony. My eyes simmered as I cleaned my tears roughly and clenched my jaw.

"Abraham Harris!", I shrugged. "You still don't know Amayra Mehta. You were the one who would get unconditional love from me. Unfortunately, now you'll only get unconditional hatred. You'll have to answer me. I'm not gonna leave you until I get my answers"