Ishaan Singhania is my personal tormentor sent from hell.
First, he makes me fall in love with him without his knowledge and then friend zoned me.
Second, he spreads rumors about me being a whore and gets my marriage canceled, causing my Papa to g...
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Naina's P.O.V.
I wake up to the door being slammed shut. I see Ishaan walking down the hall but failing miserably. It wouldn't take a mastermind to figure out that he came home drunk at 3 am in the morning.
Ishaan trips over his feet and falls over on the ground. I gasp out loud and immediately get up from the couch to help Ishaan get up.
I scrunch up my face in disgust at the smell of him. He reeks of alcohol. Regardless, I put my hands on his arms to help him get up. But, Ishaan slaps my hands away.
"I don't need your help," he slurs.
"Just let me help, Ishaan," I tell him as I pick him up from the floor and Ishaan listens. It was a hard job to do because Ishaan weighed so much more than me. I put his arm around my shoulder and I slowly take him into his room.
I put Ishaan on the bed as I take off his shoes and put it to the side. Ishaan immediately falls asleep as soon as he hits the bed.
I sit next to him on the bed and admire him. He looks so peaceful as he was sleeping. I move his hair out of his face and then place a kiss on his cheek. "I love you, Ishaan," I whisper.
I get up from the bed and slowly close the door so I didn't wake up Ishaan. I had work tomorrow morning so I decided to go back to sleep.
• • • • •
Ishaan continued to ignore me for the rest of the week. Whenever I wanted to talk to him, to clear up any misunderstandings, he would turn away from me. I was growing frustrated. I wanted our relationship to go forward but it was just going backwards.
To add to it, he would show up drunk every night. My heart was breaking because I was the reason why he was like this.
"Ishaan, where are you going?" I ask him but I already know the answer to my question. He's going to a bar.
Ishaan ignores me and continues to father his things as he heads towards the door.
"Ishaan, please let me explain myself. I need to tell you something," I plead. I hold onto the sleeve of his shirt so he wouldn't leave.
He turns to look at me and I see his bloodshot eyes. He looked so tired and I dare say, heartbroken. "Why do you still talk to him?"
"Who?" I question.
"Rohit," Ishaan says. "You cheated on me with him and yet you still talk to him."
"He's my friend, Ishaan. I can't just cut him out," I tell him. I refuse to do that even for Ishaan. I value my friendship the most.
