At 10 am sharp.
"No matter what happens, drive us, Piyush, to the secretariat's office"
I looked around at him. Travis, my little ex and cutie pie, sat near me, on the backseat, silently peeking out of the window at times, or simply shuffling his fingers over those skinny thighs. looked so grim and dull that it made me feel bad for him. Aww, what did he deserve to have ended like this? How in the world did he come to this? Yes, poor Travis.
Of course, so poor.
But who cares?
Nobody gave a f**k about him now. And he was all mine.
Last day, seeing all that cringe love he had for him with his feet running towards him, I felt dissed off. When anyone uninvited arrives for the party, its either to crash a party or play a scene. Whatever he did, had been the latter because it ended in a cl
