...Index...
...Prologue...
I just punched him in the face. Not just any guy. My boyfriend.
Well, as of five minutes ago, I guess I should call him my ex-boyfriend.
His lips began bleeding almost immediately, and for a mili-second, I felt bad for hitting him. But then I remembered what a monster he is, and it made me want to punch him again. I'd have if Aliya hadn't prevented it by stepping between us.
So instead, I punched her. I didn't do any damage to her, unfortunately. Not like the damage I had done to my hand.
I want to punch each and every person associated with him. But firstly, I just want to punch that stupid asshole security guard who is ogling at me right now.
And now I am sitting in front of the apartment where it all happened just a few minutes ago. Getting drenched in the rain.
My phone beeped in my jeans pocket and I checked the incoming message from Navya: I may come over tonight. No! What would you do and where would you come? I don't have any house. Not anymore.
I put the phone back in my pocket before it gets wet, and looked around the area where I have lived for more than six months. With him.
I am sitting on the edge of the now empty cement fountain, my elbows propped up on the two suitcases that contain most of my belongings, waiting for a taxi to pick me up. I have no idea where it's going to take me, but I know that I'd be rather anywhere except where I am right now. Which, is well, homeless.
My hand is still sore, and I'm pretty sure that I should put ice on it. And by the way, I am so sorry for guys. Punching sucks big time.
And you know what else sucks? The rain! It always finds the most inappropriate time to fall, like right now, when I am homeless.
The cab finally comes, I stand and grab my two suitcases. The driver pops open the trunk and I hand them over to the driver. Before he even closes the trunk, my heart sinks as I realize that I don't even have my purse on me.
Shit.
I know exactly where my purse is. I pulled it off my shoulder and dropped it to the floor right before I punched Manik, in his overpriced, Cameron Diaz face.
I sigh and then laugh. Of course, I left my purse. My first day of being homeless wouldn't have been any better.
Meanwhile the driver takes the suitcases out, puts them in front of me, and walks back to the driver seat without ever getting in a eye-contact.
Do I look that pathetic?
I take my luggage back to where I was seated before I realized that I was purse-less. I took a quick glance up to our apartment and saw him still standing over there in the balcony exactly at the same position where I left him before. Still that shocked face, still that tight fist, still that bitch standing beside him.
I turned, and started to grab my things again. I cannot stand this place more than a second.
I didn't look back and walked out of the colony, getting wet in the heavy rainfall. I'd be taken over by pneumonia soon but I couldn't care more.
You know what's bugging me? Yeah, you don't. Let me tell you. He didn't even try stopping me for once.
That's how my choice is. Wrong. Always. f**kING WRONG ALWAYS!
I went under a shed in front of my ex-colony to call Navya.
"Hey Nandini!" Her cheerful voice hit me hard in my chest and tears brimmed in my eyes. At last, I listened to someone who cares.
"Hi." I said choking.
She seem to ignore my choking voice and continued, "Why weren't you taking my calls? And why weren't you replying to my messages? And why--"
"Shut up, Navya." I sighed. Not wanting to listen another hour-lasting lecture.
"Are you okay? You don't sound good." Yeah, right I'd be dancing after realizing how wrong my choice is and was and would always be.
"Are you home?" I asked back. I didn't want to lie to her and I couldn't say the truth either.
"Yes bu--"
"I am coming over, be at the doorstep with my cab's fair." And I cut the call without listening to her reply.
I picked up my suitcases yet again and made way towards the taxi stand which was just a few meters away.
I got angered by some of the passersby who passed pining comments at me and would have punched one or two if my hand wouldn't been paining that much.
After waiting for ages, a cab approached me and I sat inside bidding adieu to him, and his house, with a few beautiful curses.
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