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✿ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✿
𓆩 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓆪
Just like his name-fearless, fierce, and impossible to ignore.
A 30-year-old dangerously handsome CEO and the reignin...
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Aarushi sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her top.
The clock on the wall ticked ominously, each second echoing in the silence that filled their bedroom. Twelve o'clock. She glanced at the door, half-expecting Abhimanyu to walk in, but the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning.
She could feel the weight of her words pressing down on her, each recollection sharper than the last. "You make me so uncomfortable. You destroyed my life. I hate your existence," she had shouted.
The memory twisted her stomach. She hadn't meant it. She wanted to take it all back, to smooth over the jagged edges of their argument like a child putting together a broken toy.
Abhimanyu had retreated to his study after dinner, and the chasm between them felt wider than ever. She wanted to stop him and tell him to stay there with her but she didn't.
She hugged her knees to her chest, wishing she could erase the hurt she had inflicted. What could she do to earn his forgiveness? The thought of him sitting alone in that study, hurt and angry, gnawed at her.
Aarushi's heart raced as she stood up, pacing the floor like a caged animal.
Meanwhile, Abhimanyu sat in the dim light of his study, his head resting against the high back of his chair. He had tried to work, to drown out the chaos in his mind with paperwork, but it was futile.
Her words replayed in his head, each one cutting deeper than the last.
"You destroyed my life."
"You make me so uncomfortable. You suffocate the fuck out of me"
"Why are you even in my life"
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the memory, but it was no use. He hated himself for letting her words affect him so deeply. He knew she said everything in anger, but he couldn't help but feel hurt.
The anger had come unexpectedly, a wave crashing against the carefully built walls he had erected around his heart.
"What if she really feels this way?" His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a lump rise in his throat.
Deep breaths. He could hear the clock ticking, mocking him, reminding him that time was slipping away. "Why can't I just forget?"It was infuriating. Anger and fear danced inside him, a twisted tango that left him exhausted.
He knew she had said everything in the heat of the moment, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
"You're being selfish and immature. You knew she said them in anger but you have to feel pathetic. Control yourself," he muttered to himself.
The words felt foreign, like an accusation flung from a distant past. His parents had called him a bad omen, a curse upon their lives, and for years he had let their words dictate his worth.
