"Who the f**k is this Aditya?" I shouted.

We were at school. And I wanted to clear everything.

She stood still. Her face. Sweat on her forehead.

Was Sameer right?

"I wanted to you but..."

"Tell me what???" Anger filled inside me. I would have slapped her right there.

"Aditya. He lives in the neighbor of my maternal grand parents' house. We were friends till the day he proposed me."

"And what you did? Accepted it?"

"No.. I rejected it.."

"No you didn't. He sent me a picture of you both together. Calls records, messages. Everything tells a different story."

"They are all fake. Please believe me. I just..."

A slap. Before she could continue, a slap fell hard on her right cheek.

As in movies, she put a hand on her cheeks and tears started to flow down her cheeks. Her eyes went red. Her whole face went red.

She tried to slap back but was caught. "How dare you!?"

I just looked at her in disgust.

"Why? All of that, drama? Fake? I am stupid. I believed that was all true.."

Those moments started to play in mind. But, in slow motion and some special effects. OK! Just kidding.

I went out of the class. Tears were continuously flowing on my cheeks. People around me stared.

I saw Sameer standing near the water cooler. I went to him.

"Thanks bro. You were right about her."

He looked shocked.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. I'll tell you later."

I went out of the school by climbing the walls at the end of the playground.

I just drove till I reached the highway.

Every moments came in front of my eyes. I could still hear all those words. Were they all fake?

I think yes.

I throttled my bike. I don't where I was going. I didn't cared to look at the speed.

Engine roared.

Then, all of a sudden, I pressed both brakes tight. Luckily, I bike didn't skid but stopped with loud screeching of the tires on the road.

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Everything turned cold and colour less. Whenever I saw her in the school. I would look away. It was hard to attend the school. Every time when she crossed my path, it was hard to resist the urge to slap her.

Whenever I was alone at home. I would think.

Why do I still love you?

Why do I still care for you?

Why do I still wait for you when I know you won't come back?

Maybe, you weren't mine.

Many thoughts came in into my mind.

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Days passed. We both still didn't talked to each other. I mean how could I even talk to her after all that she did.

Then, one fine day. Well, It was fine till that happened.

I saw her walking towards me in the hallway.

I wanted to walk away but my legs seemed to be frozen.

"Hey. I wanted to talk."

"What's left to talk?"

Saying that I walked away.

To be continued..

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