"Abhi never goes back on his words Cara." Happy reading.... I opened my eyes with a jerk and was totally shocked. My left hand reached my heart gripping my shirt as I looked around me astonishingly. It was a dream ?? "Cara..are you okay ?", I heard Abhi's sweet voice as soon as he reached me and sat on his knees watching me worryingly. I closed my eyes taking a needed long breath as my hand patted on my heart telling it's just a dream. "What happened Cara ? Did you have any dream ?", Abhi looked at me, searching my eyes. What would I tell him that I had a wet dream of him pleasuring me. He was apparently providing shelter to me and I was having shitty seducing thoughts of him. What the hell I was imagining about him, it was all wrong. I could not even imagine such a thing with him, I had no right to dream about him. Hell, I have a boyfriend for god sake then how another man crossed my heart. But it was so good though ! Oh god kill me, just kill me already ! If it keeps cont

"She might not have been a part of my life, but I still have her memories. They'll be around forever." Happy reading.... Abhiman's p.o.v She is leaving. My angel is leaving.. My wife is leaving... My Mihra is leaving .... I feel like my life is freezing around me, my breath has increased, my brain stopped working and my whole existence has stopped functioning. I don't know what to do, I tried all my ways to make her stay in my life and give us a chance. But I failed and she decided to leave, she decided to leave me this time permanently. My world stopped for a second when I heard her name Mihra Kapoor. It's unbelievable, I never thought she would actually come to my village to meet me. She is beautiful! It immediately took me back to those days when she was a little baby. Yes, the same little cute baby whom I held in my hands for the first time in hospital when she was born. I used to adore her, I used to play with her feather like fingers. She has grown up to be a very eleg

"Why god? Why only me? When I thought everything is fine and settling down then you do something which will take my life back to square one." Happy reading.... "WHAT ?? YOU WANT DIVORCE FROM MIHRA ?", mom panicked. Her eyes widened in shock and hand was shivering over the phone. It meant Abhi talked with Abhiman about divorce and he agreed to free me from this marriage. I didn't expect that he would say yes easily and I think Abhiman wasn't a bad guy. He knew how to respect others feelings and I was happy at least this problem was solved now. It will be a good decision for our futures. He won't be happy if he got married to me. I can't give him the love which he dreamt of. It's better this way, at least he might find a girl who would love him honestly unlike mine. He will soon forget about me once he moves on. Abhiman or Abhi both deserved to be happy ! After the call mom looked so broken and devastated. I knew she was worrying about me and my future now. She dropped her head in

"I think it's not going to heal easily." Happy reading.... I was laying in my bed wetting the pillow with my continuous shedding tears. I just couldn't help but remember all those things which he told me before. "I stopped owning things." "I lost my beloved ones." "She was in love with another man." His words echoing in my ears repeatedly, I cupped my ears pushing my head into the pillow to avoid the voice but it's not leaving me. The guilt was rushing through my veins breaking me apart, he loved me with everything and I only broke him into shreds which can never be normal. I wounded his heart in ways that I can never fix like before. It will never beat for me anymore, it must be screaming at me with delinquency. He could never forgive my errant things. On the other side my heart was telling me to tell him what I feel for him. It was still hoping there might be chances he would forgive her wrongs and accept her. But you will be called an opportunistic and greedy Mihra. When

"We don't meet people by accident, they are meant to cross our paths for a reason, either they change our life or we change theirs." Happy reading.... My nose scrunched up at the bitter smell which had surrounded me for the last three weeks. No matter how many times I had washed my body but the artistic feeling was not leaving my skin. I let my fingers massage my scalp gently and carefully not wanting to hurt the stitches which I had gotten during surgery. A shiver ran down my spine, it happened everytime when I touched my head. The bad and brutal accident came flashing in my eyes, blurring my vision instantly. Yes I called it brutal because someone planned to kill me and we had no clue about him or her who that person was. Even police failed to find out the person because he very cleverly executed his plan with no evidence left behind. I wondered why anyone wanted to kill me. I never harmed any person beside little pranks here and there in my college. It wasn't even that serious