The moment he saw me, he gave me a huge grin and hugged me.

"How was your exam?" he asked.


"It was good. Yours?"

"As usual." He shrugged his shoulder. I smiled at him. He was the topper of our college. These exams were a child's play for him.

"What the matter, Riya?" He asked once he noticed me playing with my wedding ring. It was a habit of mine to fiddle with my fingers whenever I would get nervous.


"Kayish, I--I wanted to tell you something," I told him still fiddling nervously with my wedding ring. He raised my chin with his hand and I leaned on his touch.

"Riya, I wanted to tell you something too." He said making me furrow my brows. What is he going to tell me?


"Let's break up." He blurted out.

"What?" I looked at him with my jaw dropped on the floor. Unable to control myself, I busted into laughter.

"Kayish, I am here to telling you a piece of good news but you are joking around." I playfully hit his shoulder. Breaking up is not in our dictionary and he never uses these words even for a prank.

Instead of flashing me a smile, he folded his hand against his chest and raised his eyebrows. "What does it look like? Why do you think that this is some kind of a joke, Miss. Kader?" He asked.

I froze on my spot the moment I heard him addressing me from my Surname instead of calling me babe or wifey like he used to. Something was up, his playfulness all gone, he was back in his serious mode.

"Kayish enough. Please stop this." My eyes were welled with tears. Why is he playing with me? How does he find this funny?.

"Well, Miss. Kader, I am telling you the truth. I'm getting bored of acting as a good boyfriend. More precisely, a good husband. I was never interested to tie knots with anyone, let alone you." He pointed a finger towards me.

I wanted to laugh at him again but I am afraid. Afraid of thinking if he is telling me the truth.

"Why?" I asked. Tears were pooling down my cheeks.

"Do you remember, Jan 2 - 2012?" He asked. My heart pounded in my chest. Why is he asking this now? That was our first encounter and that didn't end well.

"You humiliated me in front of everyone. You fucking slapped me just because I kissed you once. That day I promised myself that I will make you mine and make your life miserable." He said.

"But you didn't allow me to touch your body. So I ended up marrying you to spoil you. This marriage is nothing to me, it's just a key I used to get your sanity" his every word stabbed me in my heart.

"I need your body, not you," he whispered in my ears. My body completely went numb and my legs were shaking. He can't be serious.

"Now I took my revenge and I want to get rid of this drama." He took an envelope from his pant's pocket and tore them into pieces.

"This...This is the only evidence of our marriage. Take it." He threw the pieces of paper on my face.

"Well, you wanted to tell me of good news, right? I hope it's not a piece of good news anymore." With that, he crashed his lips against mine aggressively. This was the time I ever flinched in his touch.

It was anything but a passionate kiss, the kiss projected all his anger and hatred he felt towards me.

He broke the kiss and looked at me. "I'm leaving today, so don't waste your time looking for me." Then he turned his heels and hopped into his car. After a while, I heard a scratching sound of a tyre which means he left me. He left. He left me alone. He left us alone.

I stood there for almost an hour. So all these years he just pretended that he loved me? And he did all that because of a bloody fucking revenge??

When did I become so naive? Why didn't I realize he was playing with my feelings? But he didn't give any place to think, he was faking around because I felt his love was true but he proved me wrong.

I left my parents because of him, I trusted him too much and now I feel ashamed of being a used paper. His used paper.

My heart refused to accept the fact that he left. All our sweet memories started to haunt my head. I doubt if it will still be a sweet memory after what he did to me.

The pounding in my head was getting so bad that I felt like it will burst out anytime. Soon, I started to see black dots around me. The next thing I know, I blacked out thinking of the baby and me.

My baby. He doesn't deserve to know about it at all.

*

I'm in my office doing work peacefully without any disturbance but when I thought about peaceful my phone started to ring. I groaned and took the phone from my purse but it's not him, it's from an unknown number.

He used to call me whenever he wants. Hundred times Idiot!

If it's not him then who is calling me? I furrowed my brow and put the phone on silent before getting back to my work. If Juliet was here, I wouldn't feel this stress. These works are eating me alive.

Juliet is still upset and after talking with him, I didn't dare to ask for any help from anyone especially with her. I don't want to take the risk again and she needs some space too. These days I did all work by myself without anyone's help.

The first two days were a heavy headache and now I'm getting used to this. I snapped out of my thoughts when my phone started to vibrate on my table.

This buddy is going to die. I picked the phone and pressed the green button before brought the phone near to my ear.

"Who's that?" I asked harshly. Whoever on the other line is responsible for spoiling my peaceful moment and they should give me a valid reason for that.

"Chill baby girl." A familiar voice spoke from the other line.

"Draco?" I asked slightly surprised.

"So you still remember me, huh?" He asked causing me to chuckle.

"I'm not joking." I heard him say.

"I didn't say anything." I rolled my eyes even though he can't see me.