"Hey babe." Oh. It was Jay. "Hi." she whispered halfheartedly. "Is everything okay?" he asked concernedly turning her protectively to face him, the worry clear on his face and voice. Man, she felt bad. Jay wasn't ugly, or rude; but he wasn't anywhere close to Arjun. Grrr. Wy did she even think of him. "Yeah," she said fake smiling, "I'm just tired, nothing else." "Oh, I see." replied Jay, in what was supposed to be a seductive voice, and scooped her up in his arms. "Oh Jay," Riya giggled. In her head she thought,
first he carries me, next there's a date night, wine, a movie, then the goodnight kiss. Oh, she knew the schedule well enough...
A week? She knew? She's getting ENGAGED! An enraged Arjun paced the length of the room, ignoring the three other people in the room who were looking at him cautiously. "Raute-" "Sir-" "Sir?" "KYA?" Arjun flipped his head up. "Nothing, um, we're leaving." Chottu replied in a squeaky voice. "Raute-" Rathore looked like he was going to say something but left. Arjun collapsed into a nearby chair, running a trembling hand through his hair. Then, without any notice, the tears came.
Arjun Raute had never cried before, except once, and now. Once, when he found out his wife whom he was dedicated to had cheated on him, and now. Riya. He'd hated when he'd block her out automatically, lash out at her, the pain that so clearly showed on her delicate, fairie-like features, replaced by a emotionless mask that scared him even more. Arjun thought of every moment he'd spent with Riya, savoring each one, Oh, how clearly he remembered everything. Her clip, the dancing, how he had saved her from the goons, her face, everything.No, thought Arjun, looking up with his bloodshot eyes at the wall. Arjun Raute never gave up. Ever. And now, he wasn't going to let the love of his life slip away this easily. Never.
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