ABHIJEET' POV:

She is sitting in my car.
We are driving back to my house.

To be honest it hurts.
This hurts.
Being away from her.
Her keeping me away. Everytime . Every damn time.

I know her because i stalked her.
If i never stalked her would she willingly tell me everything?
No
She won't.

"I didn't mean to back away" , she said.

But she did.
Her actions hurt me.
Her actions fucking pierced my heart.

"I just---anxiety kicks in whenever a man gets too close to me" , she said.

Oh--NO
I DIDN'T EVEN BOTHERED TO PEEP INTO HER PAST.
I JUST--SHITT!!!

"Not just a man--even a woman" , she added.

"Love , i am really sorry. But i thought we--" , i was saying but she interrupted me.

"Stop the car first" .

She is right.
I did.
I stopped the car.

"I just never thought that someone would ever love me...with all the things in me. The past is a problem yes but the present is a greater problem. I never thought that i am lovable...this is just too new to me---" , she said.

A tear fell through her eyes.

HOW DARE YOU ABHIJEET SAMANT TO MAKE HER CRY FOR THE SECOND TIME?

"Love , but i was patient with you wasn't i?" , I asked her.

"Yes you were but I don't understand why? ..
You just kept trying but i---" , she stopped saying.
Not able to say anything.

I hugged her.
And opened myself entirely.

"I kept trying not because I can't take a hint. It's because every interaction we had , every smile you shared with me and every glimpse of your true self that i stole has made me more intrigued by the type of person you are. I see the darkness you carry not as a burden-- but as a mark of strength. I know its not easy for you to open up , to let someone enter your inner walls but your scars don't scare me away--you don't scare me away ...they remind me of how strong you are and they'll keep reminding you the same."

I just displayed every piece of my heart infront of her.
Now i won't be able to see her with anyone else.
I won't be able to live without her.
I want her infront of me.
Perfectly fine with me.

My world doesn't revolve around her cause SHE IS MY WORLD.

I am still hugging her.
My back is kind of hurting cause she is in the passenger seat and i am on the driver's.

"I am sorry ...i just got a panic attack when you were leaving my room so ---i - I wasn't able to talk to you" , she said.

Now i get what actually happened.
I am such an idiot.

"And then you were just--gone." , She said.

I kissed her on temple.
"I am sorry , love"

Her phone started ringing.
She looked at the phone to see who's call it is and it's just that damn annoying guy.
It's ajinkya.

I picked up the call instead of her.
"What?" , I asked.

"You guys lost the way or what?" , He asked.

"You can't even take a hint...go home brainless idiot" , i told him and cut the call immediately.

"What did he say?" , Love asked.

"He said he wants to buy a brain as he doesn't have one" , i told her.

She grinned.
She looks amazing.

She is amazing.

"Don't look at me like that" , she said.

"Like what?"

"Like i am the butterfly to your flowers"

"So the writer finally woke up huhh" , i told her.

She smiled again.

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MAYA'S POV :

We both are in the parking lot.
He just parked the Porsche.

"Here we are" , he said.
He got out of the car and opened the door for me.

Though---whatever i did in the last one month ... everything-literally everything hurted him.
"Come on out...unless you want me to pick you up" , he said with a smrik on his face.

Ahh this boy.
I pulled him by his collar of the shirt and gave a  peck on his lips.
"Huhh you think that's enough for me now?"

He got in the car again , picked me up by my waist and landed me on his lap.
I AM SITTING ON HIS LAP.

He was looking at my lips.
"I don't know how to kiss" , i told him.
He locked eyes and was smiling.

"I can help you with the practice ", he said.

"Ofcourse you can"

He grabbed me by my neck and said ,
"Come here and I'll teach you".

He kissed me.

Sucking the darkness out of me.
Replacing it with his sunlight.

It feels good.

Happiness , curiousity yet nervousness is what i am feeling right now.
The rush of adrenaline and dopamine at the same time.
Making my heart race.

Making my heart race for good.

He broke the kiss.
We made eyecontact.

Ahh eye contact.
I can't maintain it.
I broke the continuous contact.

"Don't tell me you are shy" , he said.

"So what if i am?" , I told him.

"Getting shy just by making eye contact , love" , he said.

"Yes"

"Then you won't even be able to look at me in bed" , he said.

Huhh he is underestimating me.

"I may not look like it but i'm very competitive and dominant" , i told him.

"Not more than me"

"We'll see about that" , i said.

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AJINKYA'S POV :

Shreyash didn't even told us that he is visiting.
Shreyash's dad was the one who sent men to kidnap maya 11 years ago.

Even though it isn't his fault... abhijeet would not like to see him here.
We all are having our seats in the first floor.

The first floor is made for doing meetings here.
Mom and adhit aren't here.
They shouldn't be here.

"Ofcourse i remember the time when we first met", shreyash said.

"Yes it is so unforgettable", dad replied.

I wonder what maya and abhijeet are doing.
I wonder if everything is fine with them.

"Where's abhijeet?" , Shreyash asked me.

"Oh--he is--" , i lost my words here.

Abhijeet and maya climbed the stairs.

THEY ARE HERE TOGETHER!!
THAT MEANS NOW THEY ARE TOGETHER!!!!!!

I bet i am smiling like an idiot.

But I don't care.
I am happy.
I AM HAPPY.

I can't wait to tell this to adhit.

"Oh look who is here" , Abhijeet said and walked towards us.

I hope he doesn't kill shreyash here.
I really hope he won't.

They hugged.
But all i can see is shreyash's eyes fixed on the beautiful woman here.

"Who would be the astonishing girl here?" , Shreyash asked.
"She is--" , dad was saying but shreyash interrupted him.

" A one night stand perhaps?" , Shreyash teased abhijeet.

Does he have a death wish or what?

"Control your thoughts before i make you incapable of thinking" , Abhijeet said.

He should calm down right now.
"She is abhijeet's date actually" , dad said.

"Yeah-- " , i said and got up.
I held maya's left hand in my hand and brought her near abhijeet.
"Maya" , she introduced herself.

"I see" , shreyash said.

"Anyways---i should get going " , abhijeet said and vanished with maya.

Shreyash had a keen eye on maya.
Not good.

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MAYA'S POV:

"How did you do it though?" , Abhijeet asked.

He is asking me how did i kill 7 men when i was a mere child.
Well that question brings back memories.
Some bad ones.

"I was able to kill because it was unexpected for them" , i said.

"How are you so strong?" , He asked.

"I wasn't able to bear the thought of being weaker than them" , i replied.

When i was a child , i couldn't bear the thought of being weaker than anyone.
I wanted to be strong..to be able to prove myself.

That's the insecurity my parents gave me.
They implanted so many things in my brain , which is still difficult to remove from my thoughts.

"Whatever you are thinking , say it out loud." , He said.
I looked at him.
"I would like to hear" ,he added.

"It's just not good" , i told him.

"Ok then why do you have a scar on your thigh?" , He asked.

"Well--" , i am being so short on words here.

That scar was...

"It was engraved on me as a reward for winning a  singing competition by my father" , i told him.

His face had such mix reactions.
Being sad and angry at the same time.
I can understand how he might be feeling about it.

He knows about the scar thanks to the cameras.
No one knows about the scar..except him.

Sometimes when i look at the scar , i like to love it.
I like to love how beautiful it looks.
But then again--i don't like the memories it carries.
I don't like what happened back then.

"I used to love singing---until i didn't" , i told him.

Not being able to speak anymore.

"So you don't sing anymore?" , He asked.

"I gave up on it the moment i got the scar" , I told him.
"My dad didn't like it when i used to sing... but sneakily i participated in it and when i won and brought the trophy back home----"

He hugged me.

"He drew this scar by a kitchen knife" , i said.

He hugged me even tighter.

That's the difference.
That's the difference between a person raised by love and a person raised by fear.

Unfortunately , i have thought a lot of times to kill my parents.
But i just wasn't able to , not because i couldn't --but because they were my parents even when they couldn't play the role of it.

When i used to see the bond of my friends and their parents-- it made me feel happy for them.
But the thought of what i might have had if only i had good parents -- that used to make me so gloomy.

I just couldn't kill them.
I think even in the present.
If i try to kill them--i won't be able to.

I don't fear them anymore but i had some expectations from them....the expectations they couldn't fulfill.

"I am so sorry" , he said.

"You don't have to be--" , i told him.

"The scar on my upper right arm and left side of waist was when i was almost kidnapped" , i added as he was too quiet.

"I wish i could go back in past" , he said.

"I would rather prefer going away from life" , i told him.

"I would rather prefer you not going at all"  , he replied.