All Chapters of Betraying Myself: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Bear, you're burning it."I gawked at the pan and the smoke evolving out of it. Instantly, Dhruv turned off the gas and poured water on it.Guilty smiling, I moved back. His back was tense as he threw the burned omelet in the dustbin and turned to glare at me. I surrendered my hands in the air.I was trying to cook an omelet. I thought it wouldn't be that hard. Just some vegetables, cracking the egg and mixing it together and then putting it on the pan."It was your mistake." I pointed my finger at him.Scowling, he opened the sink tap and started cleaning the pan. I opened my mouth in surprise. He didn't lie about cleaning the dishes himself. According to him, he couldn't waste mon

"It's better," Piyush spoke from behind. I step aside and let him see his artwork. The day was finally here. Fashion show. Dhruv was looking at the other model and helping her adjust the dress while I was working on another one. Sweat embed my skin, excitement coursed through my veins and fear remained. I never saw the work at the backstage. I used to think it was fun but how wrong was I. People running here and there, some yelling in their mics and some yelling at each other.  Since I and Dhruv were Piyush assistants, we were helping him with the dresses and the dresses we made. The fear was worth it. Seeing someone wearing your design made you feel top of the world. No doubt Mrs. Malhotra had made some changes in them, trying to make it match with other designs and improve it. Yesterday was the first day, I saw Piyush anger. It was directed on Dhruv for ditching again. It

Pain lashed, gripped and swallowed me. Breath rested in my throat, refusing to leave.   Ugly twisted turns resumed in my stomach as things started revolving around me. I clutched my head tightly and forced my feet down.  Hands caught my arms. Looking up, Piyush stood there with a confused expression. "Everything okay?" "I'm not feeling okay. Can I go home?" I was glad I didn't sound weak. Sounding weak was like breaking the armor. For the first time even after wearing my armor, I felt powerless.  The music faded in the background. The glitter of the world didn't please me anymore. The only thing I desired was isolation. He nodded, with thin lips and frown. Breaking the hold, I started jogging, instead of taking the elevator. There was a ball growing in my che

Heartbreak was poetic. Whoever said this was a total loon and had never took a journey of ugly pain. Heartbreak wasn't poetic. You couldn't write words on it or even think of the rhyming words because all your mind could see was the intense pain swirling in your fragile heart. It wasn't about being awake late, thinking how to express your pain in words or music. No, it was being enclosed within four walls, and having that ugly cry, and blaming yourself where you went wrong. It was having fun with your friends and then out of nowhere feeling this ache in your heart and loosing interest. I had started sounding pathetic. But this was what happening to me since a week. I would get up, get ready, go to college, then to studio for my training classes and then go home - ignoring my parents. I didn't want to ignore them. They were all I had, but they didn't put any incentive to talk with me, so I too ignored

Dhruv's POV:-"Alina, grow up." That were my first words when I saw her from the Ipad camera. She scowled and shifted the view to her face, obstructing the view of her Minnie mouse PJs.My one hand covered my mouth, suppressing the chuckle and looking back innocently. The sound of Ria's snoring was well heard in the living room—or I should say a room."Shut up, Dhruv. It's you who says it. Kabir loves them." Removing the hand from the mouth, I chuckled and adjusted the Ipad again. "You're lucky today is your birthday or else I would have sent you to Cornucopia."I laughed. Her warning never changed, and instead of making me scared, it only made me laugh at her. She needed to change the warning.