Chapter 1
911 Words
A deafening sound of honk pulled me back to the reality, to the present, inside my car.
I have been driving for two hours straight now. My legs and arms were hurting and my eyes yearned to shut down any moment.
It's 1 am in Delhi and hell dark outside. Trucks moved alongside my car, making my breath rate shallow due to the panic building inside of me.
But I kept on driving, I drove to leave everything behind. I’ve had enough of him and his need to crush my self-esteem every time he got a chance.
Fake people, fake conversations, fake love!
My throat scratched on remembering his face and realizing how easy it was for him to leave me just like that in the party. He never bothered asking if I reached home safely, or the reason of me leaving the party early.
Why is it so easy for him and not for me to leave him behind?
I loved my life before Sameer entered into it. He did nothing but bared me of my confidence, my optimism and my zeal to work hard.
Well I don't blame him for that, I blame myself that I let him do that to me. I let him dominate me, insult me and what not. I couldn't have done anything worse than I have already done to myself.
I took a deep breath and accelerated the car further. After driving further ahead, I finally entered Gurgaon and on seeing a couple of restaurants adorning the side lanes, I felt my stomach churn and rumble due to the excessive hunger.
I was scared enough to stop myself from going in, but the sounds of my stomach and my bulging bladder pushed me to go in.
I stopped my car in the small parking area, adjacent to the restaurant where a couple of cars were parked already. I climbed out after grabbing my hand bag from the back seat, locked my car and walked in front of the yellow door restaurant.
I could hear the sounds of my racing heartbeat clearly in my ear, yelling at me to not go in, warning me that I’ve never been outside at such an hour.
But my flip side said- You are an independent girl Sana. Be brave. No one's going to hurt you.
Inhaling deep, I opened the door and entered inside. The place looked cozy with a large open kitchen just in the front, and on the left and right were the tables and chairs- all yellow and brown in color. There was a group of teenagers, sitting in the left section of the room, eating and talking casually. I stole a quick nervous glance around the entire room- white floors and ceiling, well-dressed staff, chilled-out teenagers, and long tables.
The positive vibe of the café helped in calming my nerves down and I walked further inside to the right section of the café.
A waiter appeared soon after I got comfortable enough on my seat to order something out. He waited patiently while I went through the menu and ordered one sizzler and a cappuccino.
"Where's the washroom?" I asked in the end.
"It's straight ahead and to the right mam" he answered fluently and scuttled away quick.
I got up from the seat once he was gone, carrying my bag along with me to the washroom. I walked to the farther end of the café and entered inside the restroom and stopped in front of a large mirror, only to see my dead pan, stained and patchy face
Holy s**t!
What has happened to you Sana?
I quickly pulled out some tissues from the side tissue-holder, cleaned my face and used some lip-gloss to make myself look presentable to the outside world. I was wearing ripped, faded blue jeans, white crop top and a black leather jacket.
Enough dealing with this shitty world, I thought.
I did rest of my business quickly, grabbed my bag and came back out, apprehensive of the fact- what am I going to do now?
I can’t roam around the city like a no body, nor can I go back to him.
But just when I took a small left outside the restroom and started walking towards my seat, I froze midway.
There was a guy sitting in my section of the café, wearing a faded blue jeans, white t-shirt. His brown leather jacket hung on the chair next to him, smoothly.
I looked closer and realized he wasn’t just a regular guy, but a guy insanely attractive.
The fact that I even considered him better looking than Sameer, was enough to put some balm on my wounded heart.
I am already moving on. Aren’t I?
He was constantly looking down at his phone, hands folded at his chest showcasing his bulging biceps. He kept staring at his phone weirdly as if he was in a dilemma whether to use it or not.
Strange..
I walked to my seat quietly. My face was opposite to that stranger and my back to that boys group.
Suddenly, he looked up towards my side and his body froze, making my heartbeat skip in response.
He looked as if he had seen a ghost, but slowly as he realized that he was literally staring at me, he looked away, followed by myself.
Another guy, who must be obsessed over himself, I thought.
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