Warning: Mature Content “Karan, what are you doing?” I asked while he took me backstage. He stopped at a dark corner where hardly anything can be seen. He pushed me towards the wall and put his hands on the wall caging me between them. I looked into his eyes. He has mischievous smirk on his face. He came closed towards me. I could feel his body heat. Then he leaned forward to my neck. My heart was beating thousand of miles and breathing was fast. His lips brushed on my neck as he spoke “why did you think I have sent them away? Hmmm.” ******** Falling in love is easy, but keeping that love is not that easy. Karan is an entrepreneur who is hard working. Because of his heartbreak, he dedicated himself to his work and never looked back after that. After successfully becoming a billionaire on his own, he decided to get married. But the girl he was married to was the girl who he think, had mercilessly smashed his heart under her feet. Amayra is a content writer in a financial magazine who values her relationships. She was always dedicated to work and never wanted to get married. After tasting the bitter taste of betrayal, she was left broken and never wanted to be in any kind of relationship. But she again entered into a relationship. And this time it was marriage. But with the same person. They both fell in love obviously. but wait they fell in love during their college days. and now after five years, they are enemies, while both were madly in love with each other. But why do not want to see each other faces, not even tolerate another person's presence? what happened during these five years or five years ago. Why did they betray each other if they were madly in love? READ MORE AND FIND OUT
Point of View : Amayra
“WHAT THE ” .. the first thought in my mind when I saw him sitting in guest room of my house and I was exactly standing in front of him holding tea tray to greet the guests.
The dark blue eyes were piercing at me sending the shiver down to my spin the same way when I saw them for the first time.
“what was he doing in my house. Isn’t anyone coming to see me for marriage? Did my parents have to choose him? There are millions of boys out there in our caste and still he is here sitting in front of me with his irritating smirk.”
Five years ago:
As I entered the cafeteria of my college I felt like electricity ran through my all over my body and hairs behind my neck were arisen. He was sitting inside the cafeteria facing front door looking towards my direction without blinking. There were other people also sat around him who were busy talking to each other. But he was continuously looking at me as he was mesmerizing me and he was actually achieving it as I was also continuously staring him.
He was looking like a master piece of a painter or art of the nature. With plain white shirt and light blue jeans with snickers, he was sitting by resting his one leg on other as if he had acquired the whole world.
I was frozen at my spot surprised and detested. But he still managed to give me the Goosebumps as in our first meeting. but unlike last time, now its reason was aversion I have for him.
I came out of my nightmare when my mother tapped my back two times and ordered me to ask tea to everyone.
I moved forward and gave everyone tea. And sat on one of sofas. I was trying my best to keep smile and shyness on my face. But the look on my mother’s face told me that I am failing horribly.
My uncle cleared his throat to start the conversation and said “ this is my niece I was talking about, “Amayra”. She is a content writer in a business magazine and most of the time stay at home as she send her content online to their editors.”
Boy side was looked very satisfied with uncle’s words. And then uncle continues the introduction “ And this is “Karan” . He built a well reputed firm by partnering his friend not only in India but also in New York, Canada and Australia within five years with his hard work.”
“hardwok!!!” . “ if I don’t know him then I might be trust my uncle’s every word he said about this person. But as well I know him he can do whatever but legally and precisely .”
Then I snapped out of thoughts again by my uncle’s next words “why don’t girl and boy sit alone and talk to know and understand each other.”
“ha... alone in a room to talk and understand each other better. No one know and understand us more than each other. At least I think that.” My and his mother took us to terrace room where we can sit and no one can disturb us while we talk. so we went there silently and don’t even looked at each other.
I guess we both were still angry from each other. The hate we have for each other, was cannot be described in word. If the circumstances were different then same thing I could say about our love. We were inseparable back then.