Hey peoples...
I am super eager to watch today's episode. But I don't know if I will be able to watch without torturing myself. I am getting all goosebumpy... 😲 May be I won't watch it all...I don't know.
This is a prediction/story of mine. Something that is giving me sleepless nights. Let me know if you like it.
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He sat down sipping his glucose, tired of punching the poor bag. When what he really wanted to do was punch himself. For trusting her again. He should have known. Her entire sense of self-worth and dignity was warped. Accepting help from a stranger was alright. But not from him?
He hung back on his bean bag trying to make sense of it. Where had it all gone wrong? It was raining buckets outside and Sumo had called him ten times already. He would never speak to her again. Ever. It was easy. All he had to do was get up and leave again. Just like he did ten years ago. Her accepting help from that annoying loser Aditya was unpardonable. It truly proved she loved only herself and no one else. He tried to imagine himself in London with his usual group of friends.
Dad had given him the right advice as he always did. Be strong. Being emotional and impulsive only lead to others taking advantage. Sumo knew very well how hurt he would be when she accepted money from that buffoon. Yet she had gone ahead and done that. Next thing you know she was going to marry that idiot. Good for her. They deserved each other. Pathetic morons with no personality or backbone.
Earlier he could understand Sumo's stand. She wanted to do all of it on her own. Which he was gradually learning to accept. Sometimes it was better accept a person than lose them. May be they could have arrived at a compromise. But downright lying and bitchiness? He just couldn't tolerate it. She sounded so glad on the phone when she was in PCT! It had boiled his blood dry. Until the bottom of his heart had been scorched and seething. It had been burned never to heal again. She had lied to him that she didn't need help. She didn't need his help. Then what was the point in pursuing it.
Then he realized he had been gripping his bottle too tight. And it had become twisted and disfigured. May be that is what had happened to them. They had expected so much of each other without actually voicing their expectations.
His eyes were moist. Not for the lady he had lost today but a long time ago. How guilty he had felt when he had first realized back in school that he had fallen in love with Sumo. Can something be beautiful and bad at the same time? Of course it could be.
Sumo had never been self conscious around him even in school. She never bothered to adjust her skirt in his presence which annoyed as well as excited him no end. There was a time when they had climbed a ladder at her place. Word of advice for young innocent girls out there. Never ever go first when climbing a ladder unless you are wearing pants. Even then go second. Always. 'Ladies first' does not apply here. That was the first day he had seen her underclothing. He hadn't been able to tear his eyes away. He had been helpless, aroused and angry. He had just hit puberty and he didn't understand the reactions his body had been having. That was the first day he had felt their gender differences. He had wanted to tell her to be careful with her clothing so many times. Somehow he couldn't work up the nerve.
Then Shravan realized that if Sumo married Aditya he would see her without any underclothing. The volcanic anger that was bubbling inside was now normal for him. Yes he could throw and smash objects around him. He could hurt all he want inside. But that did not change her. The only way to be immune to her was to hurt her ten times more than she hurt him. Yes that was the only solution.
He could run away to London and hide. But he knew that she had been happy without him. And she was going to be happy without him in the future too. So going to London was not an option. He would make her marry Aditya. Yes, he would scheme and plot to make that happen no matter what. And then he would destroy her married life. He would make her unfaithful to her own husband. Her flakiness would cost her dearly.
He smiled. He would be deadly and charming. He would woo her like she had never been wooed before. All the while she would be helpless to prevent her marriage to that ass. Yes he would torture her with his closeness and sensuality until she would break down. And then he would leave her. To rot in her marriage. Yes this would be his ultimate revenge. He couldn't possibly be happy in his life after this. But he sure as hell wouldn't let her be happy either.