FF: Yeh Pyar Kya Hai?...[Part 40-Pg. 43] 8/14! - Page 26

Part 17-

Everything that happened 8 nights ago meant nothing to me. I hadn't forgotten my reason for going though this marriage with Divyanka and I'm pretty sure Divyanka still hates me. So now we're back where we started. But do I give a damn? Nope. I was there for her because it was the human thing to do, not because she needed me.

My father's coming back today from his business trip. So I have to think of how I can just avoid him. Yes, I don't like my father. And that's too much of a long story to get into. Anyway, I have to go meet up with Molly. She was the girl I had hooked up with on the night of the party. She was upset since I left early. I have to tell Divyanka before I leave though so she can come up with an excuse if she's asked.

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"And why are you telling me about Molly?"

"Because," I say, sitting up on her bed, "if mom asks you, you can make up a good excuse."

"Okay. You can go now," Divyanka urged.

"Fine. See you later, my lovely fianc."

She shook her head and smirked. "Shut up and get out."

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I had a fantastic time with Molly but now it was time for me to go home for dinner and see the man who I hated oh, so much.

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Dinner was gay and stupid. My father asked Divyanka questions and then some to me, for which I limited the answers to one word. My dad approved of Divyanka.

"So Sharad, have you thought about what you're going to do with your life now?" he asked.

"Nope," I replied without looking at him.

"Well, if you're going to get settled, you have to have something figured out for your future."

"Oh, well."

"Sharad," he began, in a voice I knew oh so well. It was the voice that meant he was getting pissed and it was like a warning, telling anyone that he was talking to to just agree with him and not fight back. Everyone always gave in when he used this voice, giving my father a feel of superiority- that he did not at all deserve. But I would not be inferior to him at all. I wasn't like my mother, who basically flaunted her weakness to my father. I was my own person. He continued, "I sent you to India, so you could concentrate on your studies. Not just go on with spending nights at clubs or at random girls' houses. You have to be something in your life."

I stood up and I glared at him, with cold eyes. "First of all, I went to India because of my grandma. You didn't send me so don't ever bother using that line on me. And yeah, I drank my ass off at clubs and slept with so many girls. Got a few even pregnant."

"Shar-"

"No, I'm done yet. Tell me how you think you know what I did in India. Don't make assumptions about me and what I did. You weren't there, okay? So, what makes your fat-head think you know it all?"

"Sharad!" he screamed, standing up.

I smiled. "What're you going to do, dear father? Hit me?" I asked, walking up to him. "Come on, then. Take a good blow. Whack me right across the face. But you know what, I'm a grown man, dad. Can't hit me anymore. Cause I'll hit right back."

"I won't hit you because hitting a child like you will just make my hands dirty. A nasty, dirty child like you. I'm not surprised that you'd get girls pregnant. That's all you're probably good for. Drink, get wasted, and just throw your damn life away. I wouldn't even be surprised if you ended up in hail for all your life. Because that is the kind of dirt you are."

"Sharad," my mom said, softly, as I briskly turned and walked away knocking chairs down, hitting a few glasses which crashed to the floor behind me. I ran upstairs, into my room, and slammed the door. I don't what famous person said it but they were right. Words can really, really hurt more than anything. I was used to this all, my dad calling me useless and everything. If I was so used to it, though, why the hell did it hurt to damn much? Why did it always get to me? Why did I always allow it to? I hated myself right now. The weaker person walks away. And I walked away making myself the weaker one. I clenched my fists and my head was spinning. Anger coursed through my veins and I had to let it out. Someway somehow. I put on some music and leaned my forehead against my wall. I kept pounding the wall, harder each time, until I dented the wall and my finger started to bleed. The door opened and Divyanka called my name a few times. I didn't bother turning around.

"Just go away."

"I'm sure your father didn't mean it."

"Oh, yes he did. Just get out and take his side."

"I'm just saying that he probably didn't mean the last part. He's your father. He was a little bit right." I turned around to look at her, my eyes brow incredulously raised. Did she really even say that? "I'm not taking sides."

"Yes, you are! Just freakin' leave me alone! Before I do something I'll regret!" And she left. I grabbed my keys and took off.

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When I came back, at like 2:30 in the morning, all the lights were off. I looked at my phone and saw no missed calls. See, no one cared about me. Whatever. I stumbled up the stairs, as drunk as I was. I passed Mr. and Mrs. Malhotra's room and heard faint snoring behind the closed door. Ah, they were sleeping peacefully. I passed a few rooms then Divyanka's. I walked right passed it but then came back. The light was open. I opened the door, deliberately. And there she was watching TV in her bed. That stupid traitor. She looked at me startled.

"Sharad…what are you doing here?" She quickly got out from under the covers, and I saw she was wearing a cami and sweat capris. I guess she saw me looking at her body because she right away fastened a night robe around her waist. 'Sharad," she said with every step I took forward and she took back. Finally, she backed into the wall as soon as I took the last step towards her. We were close, our bodies just inches apart. She thought she could betray me? She didn't know me at all. "Sharad," she whispered, softly but fear was screaming boisterously.

"Oh my god, is Divyanka scared?" I said in mock surprise. "What happened to fearless confident Divyanka?"

She looked up, into my eyes. Her probing eyes reflected her true feelings of fear and panic. Which, for me, was good. I continued, "So, guess what? I went to the bar and drank proving my father and you right."

"I didn't mean he was right in that sense., " she argued. I put my finger to her lips.

"Shhhhh. You shouldn't lie like that. Anyway, back to my story, so I came home and remembered I didn't do the second thing on my 'prove I'm useless' list. My father said that the only thing I was good for was getting girls pregnant. So here I saw you. And I wondered what better way to show my uselessness than with the person who I'm trying to prove it to."

"Sharad." She had sudden confidence in her tone. "I didn't say anything. But yes, your father was right in saying that you had to be something in your life. You really can't just drink and have sex. You need to do more. So yeah, your father was right."

My anger rose. "It's my life. It's my problem. So butt your damn self out of it."

"Whatever. Now get out of my face."

"No. I have to prove everyone right that all I am good for is this."

"You're freaking crazy." I walked closer as if I was almost hovering over her. "Get away," she warned. I slipped my hand around her waist. And that's when her hand flew for my cheek. Obviously I caught it and twisted it behind her back gather her other hand in mine as well. I stroked her face with a fingertip and she pressed herself against the wall, trying to escape my touch.

"Sharad, stop or else..."

"Or else what," I questioned, as I tightened by grip on her wrist. I leaned into her neck, my lips probably just an inch away. And she squirmed vigorously to be free even though my lips hadn't even touched her. I had her exactly where I wanted. "Come on, Divyanka. Answer me." I walked my fingers up her chest as she continued to try to break free, screaming 'no.' Poor girl didn't know that no one could hear her. I placed a hand on her shoulder, and slowly, moved her strap off her shoulder so it hung loosely at her upper arm. That really got to her. She shook herself so hard, her hair flying side to side. She screamed no, very loudly now. I covered her mouth. "Did I prove my point yet?" I was so sure she was going to say yes so when she bit me it took me by surprise. She made a run for the door which was all the way across the room. I caught her halfway there grabbing her arms and walking her to the bed. I pushed her onto the bed. I pulled off my shirt and took off my belt. Divyanka rose, just about to stand but I pushed her back. I got on top of her, encircling each wrist in one of my hands. She struggled underneath me, screaming. She was definitely where I wanted her, I thought, as my hands were just about to go under her cami…

"Sharad, no!"

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