I yelled on him but, he looked unfazed by anything. Rather he pinched my cheeks and pecked my lips.
I felt more humiliated. He didn't care what I felt. He didn't care about my consent. My will didn't matter. This made me furious.
I pushed him. I hate him more. This so called 'handsome' face of his was no longer alluring or attractive. It just made me disgust.
"You-" before I could say anything.
"You look so cute when you're mad, my love" he said smiling at me.
I glared at him. Is he mad? I am feeling humiliated, Disrespected and here he thinks I look cute? Who cares about what he thinks.
I just want him to fuck off!
I clenched and unclenched my fists to calm myself and not kill him. I collected myself and spoke in the calmest voice I could
"Just go, tell them you don't want to marry me"
"Why would I? " he asked me with
I tried a lot to sleep after the talk with mom but I couldn't. How would I get some sleep, when those depressing thoughts kept coming back to me.I was a burden to them? I was a burden to my parents? I have to payback my own parents? They had problems with my profession is what I thought the whole time.But, in reality they cared more aboyt what others said, and because of that I won't be married. I can't believe this. This makes me feel worthless. So worthless.I couldn't just be here. The same place where I am a burden on someone. I got up and picked out some shorts and a tank top. If I live here I will die with the thought that I am being a burden on someone.I am unwanted here, they don't need me. They don't. I wipe the tears that betrayed my strong self and rolled out of my eyes. I shouldn't cry. It's not my fault. It's not.I quickly dress up in a denim shorts and some white sneakers and pair it with a simple black ta
Hello! People, first of all thank you for giving this book a chance. This book is a one-sided love story.Also, this is not a ffSo, let's start with a little introduction-------------------------------------------------------------------SurbhiJyoti as Bela Sharma,She is a fashion designer and fashion blogger. She owns a boutique. She is a fun loving and sarcastic girl. She has been in limelight since her school days. She had only few friends and only had one best friend heer. She has been in two relationships but got heart broken-------------------------------------------------------------------Pearl V Puri as Mahir SehgalMahir Sehgal. A cold hearted person. He was a nerd in the school. A extrovert but reserved type of nature. He has build his own company. He is CEO. He has attention of all the girls. But he still loves Bela only. He has many friends now. But his only best friend till date is Bela.------
Bela PovIt was a lovely morning. The weather was perfect. It wasn't sunny but bright and some cool breezes were flowing.I ain't a morning person but being a fashion blogger requires a fit body. So, here I go, jogging around the park. I stop running as I hear my phone ringing and it was Abhay a.k.a abhi my current boyfriend.A smile formed on my lips because I was really disturbed as he wasn't talking to me quite well since a few days. Not to forget he hasn't been himself these days. From last few days this is the first call he did.I am happy finally my irritating, chipku abhi is back I answered the call."Bela I want to tell you something. Come to the 'daredevil pub' at 7 p.m"And he didn't even let me talk and ended the call. Why? did he call me at the club?..... Does that mean? That means........HeHe isHe is gonna
Bela PovI came home and dance on breakup song. Yes this is the thing I do when I am angry or sad and I feel better. I go take out a box from cupboard. And empty it's contents. It had some letters, some roses and his gifts.Huh... Fucktard. He literally wrote 35 letters to me and all those things are gifted by him. But everything at last was fake and this rose. Flashback What is it abhay? He kneeled down with a plastic rose in his hand and said "Will you be my girlfriend? ""Do you love me? ""My love is real for you""yes...! "Flashback endTruly his love was real just like this rose. Then I take out the pictures. The one
Mahir PovIt's been 8 years I last saw her. I waited a lot for seeing her again and I think it is high time to return to Delhi,India. (Note bela is in Mumbai)I ordered people to get my private plane get ready and in no time I took off.I landed in India. I was so happy to be here. Though, U.S is neat,clean etc. etc.But India is the best. I missed it a lot. I am so happy. My father didn't had this business. I build my own empire. My parents are proud of me.I have everything I dreamt of in my childhood except her. I remember how shy I used to be. Now, if anyone hears this no one would believe me that I was a nerd.My childhood wasnt that good but, the best thing happened to me in my schooldays was her. I wanted to settle first. So, after leaving I didn't contact her again . I missed her a lot.I got her information. All her likes and dislikes are the same
Mahir's povI landed in Mumbai. Yes.. Mumbai.... Actually I was gonna come tomorrow but I had an important business meeting here. So, I had to come here.Though, I came by my private plane but still it was tiring as I had Skype meetings lined up. Now, I see my driver with the welcome board.I wave to him and he bows. "Sir, shall we go?" he asked politely. "No, I will drive " I said curtly. As, I snatched the keys.I was driving through juhu beach road. Suddenly a girl who I think is drunk came in front of the car. I honked but she didn't move.Now, I was going to lash on her. When the flashlight fell on her. She brought hand before her face while frowning. She slowly removed her hand. I see her. Oh God... Why is she here? Wait... Is she drunk?God mahir stop talking to yourself and go help her or sh
Bela PovI quickly called Vishakha and told her about the situation. She panicked at first but, I told her to calm down and stand outside of boutique.I rushed to boutique and picked her up. We both rushed to the bridge. Yep..... Bridge.....Vikram's parents died in a accident on that bridge he was 5 . After there death his relatives left him in the orphanage.The orphanage which once used to be A.S orphanage and now M.S orphanage. I guess that Mr. Whoever's name starts from M.I saw Vikram standing on the edge of the bridge. Before I could go Vishakha ran to him and slapped him."Are you mad.... What were you doing? " she yelled."I-" she didn't let him say anything"Do you know what would have happened to me if you do this? ""What?" he asked"I would have died without you I love you.
Author's pov"What the fuck....shit.. Shit... The door is locked. " I said "What? " he asked "What?....what...the door is locked "Just then, his phone pinged showing a text. He opened it. It was from Alisha. It said she had to leave. She will meet bela some other day.His breathing became heavy as the charging in his phone was 2%. He asked bela"Do you have phone?""Yep... But if it had been working I won't be here I would have called someone naa" she replied while muttering 'dumbass'Her breathing was becoming heavy as she has phobia of suffocating places. While mahir knew about her phobia so he said"Bela, keep breathing from your mouth and keep talking to me "She nodded and started breathing like he said."How do you know about my phobia?" she asked."Let's not talk about it. Firstly, let me call someone " he said.