My whole life I've been hurting.
I was hurt when my mother passed away when I was just a child, I was hurt when my father got a heart attack, and I was hurt when I had to drop out of college to take care of my father and my younger sister.
But do...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Priya's P.O.V.
I run outside to get some air. The closer Rahul comes to me, the more confused I get. He clouds my judgement and I can never think without a clear mind around him.
"Trouble in paradise?" A voice behind me questions. I look behind me and I recognize that it was Shivaay.
"No," I deny. Maybe a little too quickly and Shivaay definitely notices.
"Hey, it's me, your best friend. You can tell me anything," Shivaay says.
I scoff at him. "Where was my best friend these past few months?" I ask. Shivaay flinches at the tone of my voice.
Shivaay wouldn't text me back or call me back whenever I would. He was one of the reasons why I felt extremely lonely a few months back.
I grimace at how my words came out. "I'm sorry," I apologize.
"No, don't apologize. I guess I should explain why I left for London so abruptly and why I didn't stay in touch."
I look at him in confusion. "What-Why...?"
"I like you, Priya," Shivaay interrupts. My mouth falls open in shock.
Shivaay chuckles sarcastically as he looks away for a second. His eyes meet mine again. "I like you, Priya. I knew you didn't feel that way about me so I left. London was an escape. I had to move on and I couldn't do that when you kept texting me, calling me. I had to ignore you so I could move on."
"Shivaay, I didn't know..." I look at him guiltily. I never had those type of feelings for him. He was my best friend, a brother. That was all.
"Now, don't feel guilty, Priya," Shivaay scolds. "I never told you because I didn't want you to feel guilty for not returning the same feelings."
"Shivaay, I-..."
"I moved on, okay? I dated girls, lots of girls in London. I even found a girlfriend. Her name is Deepika. However, we aren't exactly on good terms lately," Shivaay rants.
I pull him into a hug to stop him from saying anything else. "I'm sorry," I say again. I pull back a bit to see his face. "For everything." And I meant it. I'm sorry for the way his relationship was turning out but also for not being able to return his feelings.
"Priya, just know that I don't blame you. I hope we can keep being friends," Shivaay tells me. He heads inside, leaving me all alone.
Rahul comes outside of the building, clapping. I look at him in confusion. "I heard everything. Is this why you're so desperate to give me a divorce? Is it because you want to be with Shivaay?" Rahul accuses as he stands next to me. He grinds his teeth and fists his hands.
I couldn't believe that he would say something like that. Shivaay was my best friend and he was like an older brother to me. Shivaay might have romantic feelings for me but I never did for him. I was livid that Rahul even suggested something like that. I scoff to myself as I fold my hands over my chest. "I was never the one to cheat, Rahul. That was you." I turn away from him.
