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As i navigated through the corridor heading towards where Aviyaan is supposed to be now, i can feel my anger, hurt, disappointed every emotion bubbling inside me. Why was he doing all of this—he should distance himself from me, he should not bother me now and as long as i am concerned i don't need him now, he is someone else's and it's better for me to clear it to him,

I opened the door of the terrace, there— he is standing facing his back towards me, i marched towards him as soon as i spot him.

As if sensing someone’s presence behind him, he turned around and i see a flicker of surprise on his face,

“Elai-” Before he could even finish his sentence, I cut him off, my voice trembling with anger and disbelief.

“How dare you?” I snapped, my tone sharp and full of fury. His brows furrowed, his expression caught between confusion and surprise.

“Elaina, what are you talking about?,” he asked, his voice strained with genuine confusion.

“Oh, so now you don't know anything?,” I shot back, my voice thick with disbelief and frustration. "How convenient for you."

“I don't get it,” he said, still not grasping the gravity of the situation.

I fixed him with a piercing gaze, refusing to look away. “Let me make myself perfectly clear, since you seem to be so lost,” I said, each word sharp and deliberate. “You might still think that you can intimidate me or play your games, but let me burst that bubble of yours right now. No, you don't matter to me anymore. And honestly, I can see you don't care about me either. If I truly mattered to you, you wouldn't have gone and married another woman. But you did, didn't you? You made your choice. You chose her.”

I took a deep breath, letting the weight of my words sink in. “Now that you’re married, it's time for you to focus on that. Be loyal to your wife, as you should be. Stay in your marriage and don't come near me again. I don't want you in my life anymore, not now, not ever.”

The words spilled out, everything I had been holding back for far too long, all the hurt, all the anger. I wasn't holding back anymore. I wasn't the same person I used to be. I wasn't weak. I was strong, and I wasn't going to allow him to manipulate my emotions anymore.

And as much as it hurts to admit, I understand now that people grow apart. Relationships change, sometimes in ways we don't expect. I won't hold onto something that no longer serves me, and I'm letting go of any false hope I've held onto. He made his decision, and I'm learning to accept it, for both of our sakes.

Unknowingly, a tear fell from my eye, but the anger still burned through my veins, clear on my face. His gaze softened for just a moment, but then he composed himself, straightening his posture. His voice, cold and sharp, cut through the tension like ice, sending a shiver down my spine.

“I don’t need you, Elaina. It would be better if you didn't speak to me like that again,” he said, his words harsh, though they didn't match the vulnerability in his eyes.

I locked eyes with him, trying to look past the façade he was desperately maintaining. But it was futile. I couldn't see anything real, nothing beneath the walls he'd built. Letting out a bitter scoff, I turned on my heel, heading for the door.

As I walked toward it, I froze when I saw Sharanvi standing there, her face emotionless, her eyes silently communicating something to him. But I had no energy left to process it. I couldn't even find the strength to understand what was happening around me. As much as I told myself that I wouldn't let him affect me anymore, he still did. Every time. I couldn't seem to control it. He had a hold on me, even when I didn't want him to.

I wanted to stop feeling this way. I wanted my heart to stop betraying me, to stop beating for him. I wanted my eyes to stop searching for him in every crowd, hoping, just for a glimpse. I wanted my brain to stop obsessing over the past, to stop replaying every moment over and over again. And above all, I wanted my ears to stop longing to hear him call me "Hoor" just once more.

I wanted to stop existing in this endless cycle of pain.

I walked towards my room, and locked it from inside, sliding against the door. The room filled with my heart wrenching sobs- why am i crying, isn't it good that he told me that he don't need me, as i was consoling myself on my own i heard my phone ringing, i picked up my phone and soon heard Anaya voice,

“I hope you would be ready as i am coming in 10 minutes,” she told me and i realized that i was going out today, yes i need some distraction right now.

I hummed because I could not believe my voice right at this moment I don't want her to know anything, i quickly got up, freshened up and did some little makeup, i had wore my dress earlier. It was champagne colour mid thigh dress paired up with golden heels, i made my way out as i got the text from Anaya that she came,

We both head towards the club to enjoy our night, I don’t want to get drunk because the last time i get drunk, I did not remember anything and thought that i kissed him.

We entered inside the club, the lively atmosphere was relaxing my nerves, the bursting music was somehow calming my inner turmoil, we sat infront of the bar and i ordered myself a non alcoholic drink,

“No alcohol?,” Anaya asked raising her one eyebrow and i shook my head,

“Something happened?,” her concerned voice was telling me to broke down infront of her but i remained calm and shook my head smilingly. She gave me a suspicious look but ignored her and diverted my attention towards the dance floor, after sometime Anaya excused herself that she wants to go to the restroom, as i was waiting for her to come back i felt a presence beside me.

I looked beside me and met with a face of Tarun, i smiled frankly.

We both talked about random things and just then i saw Anaya coming towards me, she greeted him and i took a sip of my drink-it felt different than before but i shrugged it off and drank the whole drink.

After sometime, i felt my head spinning, i didn't drink the alcohol right? Then why am i feeling intoxicated, i am suddenly feeling hot, i tried to fan myself with my hands but it was just increasing my temperature, i looked towards Anaya who was dancing happily on the floor and i felt a hand on my back, i turned around and looked at Tarun looking at me with some emotions in his eyes. I was so in control of the alcohol or whatever was that-that I did not realize that he is taking me somewhere, gathering all the courage i had in me i tried to distance myself from him,

“Leave me,” I tried to say, but my voice was not coming out of the throat, he chuckled and leaned his face in my direction, and i turned my face sideways, i felt my knees weakening.

He was about to kiss me, but just as his lips were almost on mine, he was suddenly shoved off me. A deep breath of relief escaped my lips, and I quickly glanced around, only to see his back facing me.

His voice came out like a growl, filled with fury. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER?” His words were so intense, they sent a strange heat rushing through my body. But why was I feeling like this? What was happening to me? I needed something. Without thinking, I placed my cheek against his face, feeling the warmth of his presence. It was comforting.

He turned toward me, his hands cupping my face as he gently made me sit on the bed. I stayed quiet, unsure of what to do, as he marched toward Tarun, his rage now palpable.

He began beating him relentlessly. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY HOOR? SHE’S MINE! DO YOU HEAR ME? SHE’S MINE! YOU DARED TO TOUCH HER AND DRUG HER? I WILL KILL YOU!” The force of each punch and kick made me smile. He had called me hoor.

I couldn't help but giggle. He called me hoor. But wait, what was he doing here? I was drugged. What the heck was going on?

Tarun quickly ran away, and I watched him approach me again. I knew I couldn't let him touch me. I couldn't let him hold me. In a flash, I was up and running toward the corner of the room, tears brimming in my eyes.

“Why are you crying?,” I heard his soft voice, and the tears poured out.

“I’m feeling hot,” I managed to say, and before I knew it, he had me in his arms, carrying me toward the car. He placed me gently in the passenger seat, then started driving. I rested my head on his shoulder as he drove, feeling an unexpected comfort in his proximity.

“Why are you here?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He didn't answer, and before long, darkness overcame me, as his presence-the warmth of his shoulder—was exactly what I needed to drift into sleep.

When I woke up, the brightness of the morning sun hit me, making my head throb. Groaning, I cupped my head in my hands, trying to steady myself. Slowly, I stood up and walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. My mind was a blur, desperately trying to piece together last night's events. I couldn't remember anything. I'd had the drink, but then... what happened?

I caught glimpses of him fighting-punching, shouting: “SHE IS MINE” “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY HOOR!”

What was this? Was I hearing things? What was going on in my head? I took a quick shower to clear my thoughts and went downstairs for breakfast.

As I sat down, I couldn’t help but look around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. The memories of what had happened the night before were overwhelming. But he wasn't there. He was nowhere to be found. I ate silently, trying to push away the unsettling thoughts that were gnawing at me.

The day passed uneventfully. I didn't see him at all. Sharanvi, Shahmeer, Anaya, and I had fun together, but that nagging sense of unease still lingered. It was as if something big was about to happen-something I couldn't ignore.

Later, as I stood on the terrace, gazing at the garden, I heard the door creak open behind me. I turned around, gasping when I saw him. Aviyaan. He was barely standing, drunk, and unsteady on his feet. He tried to balance himself, his eyes narrowing as he noticed me.

He walked towards me with his wobbly legs "Hoor," he muttered, and for a split second, I saw the old Aviyaan-the one I used to know. My Avi.

He cupped my face, and I let him. I didn't understand why, but I couldn't pull away. Why was I letting him come so close? Why was I letting him touch me? But I couldn't help it; I felt myself giving in to him.

Tears welled up in his eyes the moment his hands brushed against my skin.

“Hoor,” he choked out, his voice breaking.

“My hoor.” His words pierced through me, and I felt my own tears beginning to fall as I sensed the raw vulnerability in his voice. He took my hand, and in the next moment, he slid to his knees before me. My heart clenched as I heard his sobs, his head resting gently on my midriff as he cried softly.

“I am sorry,” he whispered, and I couldn't take it anymore. I knelt down in front of him, cupping his face. His touch was so tender, as if afraid that the slightest pressure would make me shatter.

We both sat there, on our knees, and the next thing he did made my heart flutter. He laid his head on my lap, still silent, still crying. He was completely drunk, but I couldn't let him like this. I stood up to and was about to help him, but he stopped me.

“Can i tell you something,” he murmured like a child playing with my hair, his voice full of exhaustion, as if he had finally found the strength to say it.

“You know, that Shanaya, I don't like her,” He said like a child. I tried to digest this newfound information but his next words shook me to the core and my heart to stopped beating.

His next words rattled me, leaving my chest tight, and everything inside me froze.

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