Disclaimer : All the characters written below are imaginary and a work of pure fiction. There is no resemblance to any incident or situation and is written as work of fiction.

Karan in a reflex ran behind Teja as she ran out of the house. By the time he reached the loft lobby , the lift with her had started going down so without thinking for a second he ran down the stairs.

By the time he reached the parking , he saw her car go out of the main gate of the building complex.

He closed his eyes and covered his face with his palm. The rain drenching the already drenched him.

"Shit...." He muttered to himself.

He was about to go upstairs to take the keys of his car and go to his house but then decided against it.

She would definitely need time. And him going behind her would make her worse. She was already in denial or guilt of whatever happened a few moments back and at this time she would want privacy more than anything.

He would definitely call her after a couple of hours.

He went upstairs and sat on the couch of his living room and called her driver after half an hour.

She had reached.

He closed his eyes and sat quietly.

He was sure the guy was he himself or else she would never do something like that.

Since a few days he had time and again noticed certain things that she had said that hinted the same. She would look at him like she would to the guy she was in love with. And a few moments back , after whatever they shared it was very evident.

He waited for a couple of hours and called her.

Her phone was switched off.

It was not that he had not expected it.

He wanted to go to her place and see her once but first it was too late to be going to her place when she stayed with her parents and they still didn't know about him very well and second she herself didn't want it.

Teja didn't know how she had reached her room. She had switched her phone off in the car and was very much in a trance. As soon as she found herself locking the door of her room she broke down.

She slid down on the floor leaning on the door and cried uncontrollably. How could she do what she did. How could she let herself loose.

She didn't know when she had cried herself to sleep on the floor.

The next day , she had gone for shoot but was dazed throughout the day. All she could think of was last night. How they had touched each other in the most intimate way possible. The way he looked at her made her feel weak. There was something in his eyes that did it everytime.

All she knew that she had to do something and she had a plan.

She sat in the car after her packup and on her way back home , she shuffled through her phone gallery and found what she wanted.

It was a picture of hers with an old friend who also happened to be a model. Not a very famous person in the industry. In the picture she was hugging him tightly and they were in a dinner. The picture only had two of them but they had gone in a group before entering bigg boss.

She quickly opened her watsapp and changed her status settings to Only seen to Sunny.

And she posted the picture in her status with the caption 'The most special person making my evening the most special'.

She closed her eyes and felt tears running down her cheeks. She had to do this to Karan. She had to break his heart. Because she knew this heartbreak will be very temporary.

She looked out of the window and her tears turned into silent sobs.

Karan checked her status and felt numb. All his imaginations , his hopes and love came crashing down.

He could feel his chest getting heavy and his cheeks getting wet.

She was with someone else. Probably in love with that guy. It was not him. It was someone else.

He hated himself for hoping that it was him. He hated himself for starting to believe something else. Had he not started to believe this , had he not started to read in between the lines , he wouldn't feel so much of a pain.

His breathing has gone heavy as he got up. His legs shaking a bit as he walked to the dining table somehow.

A weird hurt building inside him. Making his insides burn and tearing him apart.

He screamed his lungs out and flung the glass and jug that was kept on the dining table on the floor , breaking it into pieces on the floor.

"Why would you do this Teja....to me...." He shouted and pulled the curtains with force. The curtain along with the rod fell on the floor.

"Why...." He flung the lamp that was kept beside the couch of the living room.

"Arghh...." He screamed his lungs out and threw the mug and plate that was lying on the centre table. The entire floor was filled with broken pieces of glasses.

He sat on the couch and cried and screamed but none was there to listen to him.

He didn't know how much time had passed. He had finally stopped. He wiped his face and took his phone.

His face was blank. Emotionless.

He went through his contact and found the name he was searching for.

Riddhima.

She was a mutual friend and made advances towards him many times and kept flirting with him. She clearly had hots for him but he had always avoided her very smartly.

Hey. Wanna meet tomorrow for dinner? ;) He messaged Riddhima.

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The one whose warm flame keeps the love alive
I don't believe that the same person could break my heart....