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Good Morning friends! To make this a bad morning, I am starting a new FF đ.
This isn't on the story track. I don't know if it is a dark love story, but we will come to know as the story progresses.
So much for being the writer. đ
Disclaimer - I only own my school bag, text-books, notebooks and this computer. QH is Gul's.
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Prologue
Zoya's POV
'I can't believe it!' I said to my friend Rose, for the 50th time in the last ten minutes, fully drenched in the rain. I had got a call from some private number to come and stand here (imagine any place).
Why didn't I ignore the call? That should be your thought. Well, that's what I had done the last 3 times. And you know what happened? Some crazy shooter declared war on us. Thank God my aapi and jeeju weren't in the house, or I don't know what would have happened.And I know him, HE could do anything.
That was 3 days before. Today I got the call again. Now did you understand why I am standing in the rain drenched in the rain, standing somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, without an umbrella, waiting for him?
'It was your idea' Rose said, breaking my chain thoughts.
'My idea? Seriously? It was HIS idea.' I said exasperated.
'But bringing me here?'
'I needed back up!'
'So that, if he comes and aims to shoot you, you can put me in front of yourself and get a 5 second headstart? Anyways, why would he shoot you? Last time also...'
'It's not that...'
'Sometimes I feel you use me.'
Rose spoke in a low voice. I can't believe it! She thought I was using her? Why? But I couldn't blame her. This wasn't her fight. It was mine. Still she decides to come and I do this to her. I need to explain things.
'Rose...' I started, but stopped when I saw the blank expression in her eyes. It was the same expression when I had chosen HIM over her. I decided to keep quiet. This silence wasn't so awkward. I got time alone with my thoughts.
Why has he come back? Why has he called me? Why after 4 years?!?! Didn't he know I hate him? And that will never change?
'I hope my ladies didn't have to wait.' Said one husky voice from behind.
Speak of the devil and he comes. With hatred filled in my eyes, heart and brain, I looked behind.
Yes, he was here. Yes, he had come back. Yes, he was alive.
My first love, and last enemy.
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So how was the prologue?I don't even know what rubbish I have written.
I will write the next chapter based on comments. đ
So, please comment. đ
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Love,
Charlie
Prologue - pg.1
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