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Point of View: AmayraI had seen exactly the same earring in Monica’s ear that I had seen at Karan’s place.That cannot be possible. I was looking at her earring dumbfounded.“Why are you looking at me like this”? she asked harshly, taking me out of my trance.After regaining my sense, I asked her“Where did you get that earring”?She scoffed and spoke“What… Never seen that expensive earring”.All were busy with their business, so they didn’t pay attention to us.“Tell me”. I asked sternly this time.She rolled her eyes and said“Well, Dad got me this on my last birthday”.“And where is the other one”? I askedShe shrugged her shoulders before speaking“I had dropped somewhere when I was busy doing… you know”.She trailed off and then winked at me.My heart dropped. ‘No this can’t be. Karan will never hurt me like this.’ I thought.“You are lying”. I voiced out.She gave a light mocking smile and turned to look at me again“Do you remember what I said to you at the club before leavin

Point of View: AmayraIt was a man’s voice.“Oh Monica, you are so good. Much better than Amayra. She doesn’t know any of these tricks of pleasing.But you are awesome.” The man stated.I was stunned. It was Karan’s voice.Maybe Purvi also heard it. because in the next moment, she held my hand and looked at me with wide eyes.I looked at her with teras-filled eyes. She shook her hand and gestured for me to keep quiet and listen.I nodded and the next thing I listened to was the giggling of Monica and then her voice.“So why are you with her “?There was a momentary silence before he spoke.“Because she is the flavor of the month. I was actually going to dump her a month ago.but I got caught up with this project. My stupid friends and employees couldn’t do a single thing correctly.Which made me not play with her enough”.I was beyond furious after listening to this. I was about to push open the door and enter when a firm grip on my hand stopped me.When I turned around, then I was st

Point of View: Amayra‘Today is the day I am going to make my move. I will go to his apartment, take the file and give it to the Danish. Simple.’ I thought.But still, it felt so unreal. The uneasiness I was feeling since yesterday hasn’t subsided yet.I had decided to take my revenge on him, but I didn’t decide what will I do after that. I can’t go on with my college life and pretend that nothing had happened.I was emotionally weak almost broke at that time.I was thinking when Purvi put her hand on my shoulder making me come out of my trance.“Are you sure, you want to do this? if you are not feeling good then Danish will take care of the file. You just tell him where he keeps his files in his study.” She said.I shook my head and spokeIt’s not that I don’t want anyone else to do this. but I need to do this. because of the way he played with my feelings, I need to do this to make myself a little better.”I patted her hand and then went towards the door.I was about to open the doo

Point of View: AmayraKaran’s house, I mean my in-laws, where I was going to live from now on, was about forty-five distance.I was already a mess when I left my parent’s house. On the way, when I wanted to clean my face. I couldn’t find my purse.Now, where I had put it? I couldn’t move excessively. As I was sitting between Karan and his younger sister Krisha.Maybe she was tired so she had dozed off with the support of the window. And Karan, I will rather look like a ghost bride than talk to him a single word.But these dried tears on my cheeks started to itch. So, I was left with no choice but to ask Karan about my purse.But when I looked at him. He was already looking at me with my purse in his hand. Nothing can be more awkward than this.He handed me my purse. I said thanks to him before taking my purse and getting my hanky from it.I was wiping the tears from my cheeks when a hand suddenly grabbed my hand. I looked up and I saw Karan was holding my hand, taking my hanky.I frown

Point Of View: KaranFinally, it was our marriage day. I didn’t know what I was feeling or what should I feel. Hate, anger, frustration, or LOVE.When I saw her first time, after five years, she had that same innocent face I fell in love with. My heart still beats like that. But when I think about her betrayal.Why… why does she have to do this? why??? I asked this a million times to myself. But got no answer.I was getting ready in my room for my marriage while emerging my thoughts. Then someone patted my shoulder.Surprised, I looked back and said “Dad, when did you come in? I didn’t notice?”“You would if you were there mentally. What were you thinking so deeply?” my father asked.“Nothing, just work-related stuff.” I lied.My father nodded his head. A clear indication that he didn’t believe a word.“don’t think too much. Today is your marriage. Be cheerful.” He patted me on the shoulder like the friend he is.“Ohh… I came here to give you this.” he handed me a box. When I opened i