
I kept walking towards her, trying to neutralize my emotions to calm down a little. Kriti followed me from behind.
I have come before them. Standing up a little quietly even though at this moment I know the emotions continue to cry asking to be shed now. However, I tried hard to temper it for a while.
" Hi Shreya "my broom at the woman trying to act ordinary. He also returned my greeting "Hi also Alia " with a wide grin and of course he tightened his grip on the man beside him.
That woman is Shreya Fatehi. My ex-lover now. And of course the man he was in the middle of his arm was Arjun Malhotra who was still my lover.
I know Shreya may be sexier than I am. But I do know that Arjun had cut off his relationship long before I met him. I don't know what's on that girl's mind who's always chasing my girlfriend like a bitch. Though he himself knows what my relationship with Arjun is like. We were in a relationship for almost 2 years and during that time Jg Shreya always just being sweet and spoiled towards my Beloved who not only always pisses me off instead of playing made. Until not infrequently we often engage in skirmishes afterwards.
" you know Shreya, this white dress of yours is so beautiful" I said while watching her knee-length white dress. Regardless of Arjun's whereabouts there.
" of course "reply with a triumphant smile at my praise. "this does not make me look more sexy Arjun "he continued with his sensual gestures. I just looked at him disgusted. There's just a girl like her who doesn't know shyly wrestling on people's lovers in front of her own lover.
" already Alia forget it "the Kriti's injury slightly pulled my wrist to move from before them. Kriti himself was tired of seeing this scene in front of him. But of course I trickled it and it seemed that Kriti was not forcing me.
" You know Shreya how easy it is to get dirty White when it says something like Wine, for example" I said while playing a glass containing orange juice in my current grip.
" of course I wouldn't be that frivolous as Alia, you think I'm a fool who would deliberately let someone pour it on me" she said. And only I reply with my right eye.
" Alia.... " Arjun started talking, it seems he's starting to know what I'm going to do with his ex. Of course I cut him off so he went silent
" keep Arjun quiet I'm not talking to you "my man without looking at him one bit
" And it seems that you won't be able to dodge this Shreya "so I quickly hurled the orange juice at Shreya's dress. Make it wet instantly even though only on the chest that is slightly open because the model V neck dress that he wears to show the indentation of her breasts.
" Shittttt "the screech. "have you gone mad Alia, you dirty my dress" she continued, cleaning the stain with her hands. And Arjun certainly helped her.
" ohooww should have said Shreya "my sargah. "have you gone crazy, just kept acting like a bitch and seducing people's lovers? " connector
" think before you speak! You heard it was Shreya Fatehi "my cry and passed away leaving him, but at once my steps stopped because of Arjun.
" Alia listen to me. You misunderstood this "he tried to get close to me.
" stay there, don't come any closer! " my sargah while pointing my index finger without turning my body towards it. He stopped his steps too. I really went out from in front of him. I don't care if he cares about Shreya more than I do. I'm sick of being really sick of it.
I walked down the campus corridor still dominated by my emotions. I mourn my fate so sad. Loving a man who never had feelings. Never cared about my situation. Who is always with his women regardless of my existence on his side.
Only disappointment I have received from him. The happiness? Everything is pseudo to me. There will only be disappointments, betrayals and wounds I have received from him.
I continue to curse myself who is stupid, blind to my love for him. Yes, even so I am once tal can forget it tal can hate him. He just filled my mind. The more I try to forget it, the more I remember it.
" bodoohhh is really stupid you're Alia "that word escaped my mouth right now. Unknowingly my sobs began to break. I sat on the campus garden under a tree. Kriti came later to calm me down. He was always on standby for my condition. He hugged me tightly trying to calm me down. Various words I poured out to him still in his arms.
After feeling quite calm Kriti let go of his embrace. He wiped my tears, rubbed my cheeks gently.
" Are You Okay? " he asked and I responded with a nod of my head while wiping my own tears
" Are you sure? " again, I tried to convince him that I would be okay.
" of course I'll be fine " said I. "go, Mr. Randhawa may have been waiting for you" my contact
" let's go Kriti you know me, right, I'm used to it. Go then?! I will be fine and it will be "my answer by curling my lips to form my sweetest smile.
" You know, I warned you, Alia, but you never listened to me. Leave him alone, he'll only put you in trouble "His advice.
Yeah, the first person I contacted with Arjun before my mother was him. He never liked Arjun. Because Arjun is a very, very PLAYBOY man. Her girl was packed so much, whether it was recorded as her lover or just a friend, of course a friend with intimacy.
But what I've seen so far after being in a relationship with me, he's so sweet to treat me that I really made him Fall in love and forget his love.
Yes, she did cut all ties with her woman and made me her only lover. But of course his habit of mingling with the women could not be eliminated just like that.
I know that's the consequence. But still, a woman's heart will be hurt when she sees another woman flirting with her lover.
" it's all Kriti I'm okay, I'll be fine. You calm down "my words reassure her
" all right. You're stubborn "he gave up and started to get out of place. But his steps stopped when he heard someone calling me.
" Alia "his voice was so soft. Makes me and Kriti look at the source.
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The Aditya Seal As Arjun Malhotra
Nora Fatehi As Shreya Fatehi's