Everbody's laughing in my mind
Rumors spreadin' bout this other guy
He picked up the newspaper once again in his hand, his hands trembling. It hurt him endlessly every time he just peeked a glance at the picture sprawled over the front page. He very well knew that this hot news was probably on every news channel, newspaper and leaked all over the internet. He drifted his eyes back to the picture and gazed into her pretty eyes. Even though it was a printed picture, every time he caught a glance of her eyes, he felt like she was the real deal. Every time he would drown in those circles of pure honey, he felt like it was the first time. Admiring all her features, his eyes finally hovered over her arm which was hooked around the man next to her. The sight of that man boiled his insides. Impulsivity taking over him, he crumpled up the thick newspaper with ease and chucked it across the room in rage.
Do you do what you did
When you did with me?
Does he love you the way I can?
He sometimes wondered if she was really happy with him or not. In all the interviews and video segments she looked happier than ever, but only he knew, only he could tell that beneath all that plastered content, she still wasn't happy. He observed every single facial movement and easily decoded it coming to a conclusion that maybe she was happy after all.
Without Him.
That should be me,
Holdin your hand.
That should be me,
Making you laugh.
That should be me,
This is so sad.
It was sad indeed. Arnav Singh Raizada who now was back to single, poured himself a glass of vodka. He sat on the bar stool of his private bar and fixed his sight straight on 46 inch flat screen.
"So Mrs. Khushi Singh Raizada'.How is your divorce case coming along?"
Khushi's smile was swept away. Because of one question of a stupid reporter, her expression immediately changed and now her white weren't showing anymore.
"It's going okay" she replied calmly clearly disturbed by the question.
"Is marriage on the cards for you and Ayushman?"
"AHHH!!" Arnav let out the longest and deadliest screech that had been trapped inside him. He threw the glass across the watching it shatter into a million pieces.
Just like his heart.
He hated the way she clutched onto his arm, like she did to him. He hated the way she would laugh at his jokes, like she did to his. He hated the way she was evening standing next to that'man.
Or devil he should say.
"Marriage?" Khushi asked with a doubt. "Well we haven't really thought about it-"
And before she could complete her sentence, Ayushman called her and she left.
"So this was the still married Mrs. Khushi Singh Raizada opting for a divorce who currently is dating Mr. Ayushman Kashyap. We tried contacting Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada for his comments but he instantly refused" The reporter kept on blabbering.
Damn yes he refused. No one wants to talk to those reporters anyways. Especially about this.
That should be me
Feelin' your kiss
This is so wrong
I can't go on till you believe
That, that should be me
But he was the only one to blame. After treating her so badly, leaving her alone in the dark to face all the obstacles where he should've been with her, why would she stay him? After she left, there was one corner of his heart that was content which gave him the relief that if she at least stayed away from him, she won't get hurt again. But why won't she understand that he still loved her? Still wanted to be hers and had a strong desire for her?
Ya said ya'needed a little time from my mistakes.
It's funny how you used that time
To have me replaced.
Replaced.
By that idiot millionaire Ayushman Kashyap.
The strong passionate chemistry they both shared has led him to a conclusion that absolutely no one was replaceable. But she proved it wrong. She had replaced him, the man she loved- or at least he hoped she still did- with a random man. He didn't bother of thinking the name. That name riled him up anyways. Exiting without a word, she left to deal with his own shattered self, his torn heart.
That should be me
Feelin' your kiss
That should be buyin' you gifts
This is so wrong
I can't go on.
Till you believe that,
That should be me.
He picked up the broken pieces of glass ever so carefully, but the sobs escaping him cheated on him causing his hands to bleed profusely. He didn't care at all because more than his hand, his heart was bleeding worse. With trembling hands, he picked up the shattered pieces delicately as if he were handling his own heart and placed them on the table next to him. Blood was gushing through his hands and as his fists clenched, he felt agonizing pain surging through his veins finally reaching its destination. His Heart.
That should be me.
That should be...me.
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