"Shh, Kia. Stop crying."

Meera rubbed my back trying to soothe me down but I just couldn't.

I can't really describe how I was feeling right now?

Was it happiness that Vihaan also loves me back? Was it sadness that Vihaan is cheating on me? Or was it guilt that I talked so badly to him?

After the confrontation I took the car keys and drove away straight to Meera's house. I couldn't stand being there with him after how I behaved with him.

"I don't know Meera what to do. He says he loves me than why is he with Ahana? And if he's with Ahana, then why did he confessed to me?"

I laid my head down on her lap as she gently stroked my hair.

Meera is that one person in my life who I know will always have my back no matter what. We met back in third grade when she newly joined our school but became really close in seventh grade. And ever since then, we are bestfriends for life or what I like to say soulsister. She's the one who stood by me through thick and thin. My support system. I don't know what I would even do without her in my life. She's my lifesaver.

Her introverted nature and my naive childishness mingled like heavenly flowers adorned in an earthy garden. My happiness without her is as impossible as rainbow without a little rain.

She is my diamond.

"Shh, my Kia. Didn't you said you will never waste your tears on someone who don't deserve it. Then don't. These boys don't deserve you and doesn't realise what a gem you are."

"But still, I feel very guilty for hurting him. You know I could see in his face that he was hurt, really hurt. But I didn't stopped. So heartless I am, na?"

The room got filled with loud sobs of mine. I covered my face with my one hand and wailed noisily.

I could remember the vulnerable look on his face and it hurt more that it was caused by me.

"Why didn't you confront him there only or asked when he came back?"

"Because I was hurt and I didn't have it in me to heart the truth. What was my fault, Meera? That I fell in love with a man who was already in love with someone else."

I sat up, moving away from her lap and looked at with teary eyes.

"I love him. I still do. I hate it that I can't even hate him. But I am nothing more than a thorn in his life. A villian in Vihaan and Ahana's story."

She cupped my cheeks. Her face showed that she was in pain looking at me in such a state.

"No Kia. You're no villian or thorn. You're the queen of your own story."

She hugged me tightly as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, weeping softly.

"Now sleep. It's late." She laid me down on the bed and tucked the blanket over me, laying beside me.

"It's alright. I'm here with you. Everything will be alright."

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Walking inside our room, I was met with silence. I looked at the wall clock which showed that it was 9 am.

Maybe Vihaan had left for office. On his thought, I was again filled with a heavy heart. I don't how I'll face him after last night.

I heavily sighed and proceeded to the bathroom to freshen up. After taking a shower, I sat infront of my vanity table. I was putting some compact on my face when the door of the room flew open a little harshly. From the mirror view, I could see Vihaan's angry figure. His shaking and rigid motion showed that he was very annoyed. I sucked a breath in nervousness and continued to do my thing, while ignoring him.

But in a blink of motion, I was caught off guard and pulled up from the chair roughly by a firm grip in my arms, which caused the brush to fell in the ground.

My makeup brush. Damn you Vihaan, it was so expensive.

His grab in my arms was severe which made me hiss. His jaw was clenched and face contorted with rage. His hostile glare deeply boring into my eyes.

"Where the fuck were you, Kiara all night? Are you a child? Leaving the house so late at night and not even informing me? Have you gone crazy or what?"

He half yelled at me which made me wince a bit. His enraged tone indicating that he was really very angry.

"Do you know how much worried I was?" This time his tone was anything but anger. It was as soft as feather like he was scared.

I immediately pushed him away by his chest. My face taking over the expression of annoyance. My eyebrows scrunched together as I glared at him.

"Why do you care, huh?"

I crossed my arms. "You should be happy. You got time to go back to your mistress. Must have enjoyed the night with her, didn't you?" I taunted.

A shock expression crossed his face before rage took over.

"Kiara." He shouted at me.

"Don't shout at me. Why are you getting so offended by the truth?"

He opened his mouth to say something but soon closed it. His hardened glare fell over me, his muscles tensed up. Giving me a last look, he took his blazer from the bed and excited the room.

I gulped down a sob before a look of hurt was plastered on my face.

How did we end up like this?

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It's been five days since we are constantly ignoring each other. Most of the time, we are away for work and when we are at home, we just ignore each other's existence.

It's hurting me to be like this. I miss the times when we used to be so playful, so comfortable around each other.

I miss my Vihaan.

He's not yours. He's Ahana's.

I mentally rolled my eyes at my thought. Currently, it's 10 at night and Vihaan is sitting in the bed using his phone.

"Vihaan." I called out to him but as usual he ignored me. I again called out his name but again he didn't replied.

Out of anger, I went to him and snatched his phone.

"Wh-What are you doing Kiara? Give me back my phone."

I stepped back. "When I am saying something, have the fucking decency to reply. I don't like being ignored."

I gave him a pointed look. He got up from the bed and while walking towards me slowly, he scoffed.

"Do I look like I care?"

My mood turned sour as I gritted my teeth in anger. I'm not liking this conversation at all. I'm not liking the way we are talking to each other. The way we are behaving with each other.

Me and Vihaan have always been the sweet, chill couple. I never got to experience any fight between us but now that it had happened, I'm absolutely hating it.

I hate the distance, which have been created between us. And I don't even know who to blame for it.

I threw the phone in the bed and turned to him. "Why are you being like this, huh?"

He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. He crossrd his arms and stood staring at me.

"What's this attitude for? Because you got rejected?" His nostrils flared at this. His shoulders tensed up hearing my words.

"Kiara." He said my name in a warning tone.

I took a few steps to him and reduced the gap between us. My heart racing due to our proximity but I didn't wanted to show the effect he had on me.

I looked up to him as he was a bit taller than me. "Couldn't take being rejected. Did I hurt your ego?" I spoke in a taunting tone.

His eyes hardened and narrowed into slits as he grabbed my arms tightly with his one arm. While his other arms went around my chin, grabbing it by force but not enough to hurt me.

"You yourself know, that was it was not your rejection that hurt me. So don't try to be clueless."

I swatted his hands away. I pushed him slightly to create a distance between us. I tucked my hair back behind my ears which had fallen infront of my eyes due to his pull.

"Oh, do I? All I know that you are such a big liar, cheater and-"

"KIARA."

He looked at me with a deadly gaze and to be honest, now I was really scared but I refused to show him.

"What the fuck have you been talking since yesterday? When did I lie to you? When did I cheat on you? Huh?"

"Are you having some memory loss or what? Do I need to remind you of your doings? Stop trying to be so innocent Vihaan. It doesn't suit you?"

His fists were clenched by now like he was trying to control himself. I could see his veins as it throbbed through his arms due to the rage he was feeling. The atmosphere geting tensed around us by each growing second.

"You and you delusional thought. I don't even want to waste my time right now arguing with you on your baseless thoughts."

He brushed past me as he went towards the cupboard. I tilted my body to have a look on him and moved backwards to sit on the bed. As I crossed my one leg over the other putting both of my palms on the bed's surface behind me to support my body, he took out his jacket. I kept observing him as he put on his jacket ober his shoulders and came towards me. Without even glancing at me, he took his phone which was laying beside me and proceeded to pick up his car keys and made his way towards the door.

"Running back to your mistress?"

He halted in his steps as his fierce gaze fell upon me. His face masked in a scowl. I could tell he was fuming right now. He turned back and left the room slamming the door loudly.

I covered my face with my hand and leaned back in the bed tired from the happenings.

♡♡♡

Doctor.

One who is considered as a God.

One who care but doesn't let emotion overrule logic.

Till 9th grade, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Many must have gone through this phase.

Coming to 10th, I realised that just like any typical indian family my parents also think that doctors and engineers are the only two profession which is going to guarantee you a better future.

After 10th, my mother wanted me to become a doctor and my father wanted me to become an engineer. And then I realized that I have no escape from science.

My father had its own business but business was something out of my mind. Now, the choice was mine.

But for me, my choice was not between a doctor and an engineer but between maths and biology. By 10th, I already had a clear vision of my performance in maths.

I suck in maths. Haha.

But my memory power was quiet great and I could actually learn things easily. My immature teenage self thought that medical is all about mugging up and boom, you're a doctor.

Oh, how wrong was I.

But do I regret taking up this field? Absolutely not.

As I grew up I realized that nothing in this world is easy. Any subject, any course will be complicated if you don't put up the right effort, the dedication which it needs. There's nothing as smart work and all it takes your hard work to take you somewhere ahead in your life.

I remember my mon telling me, the most typical line ever, "Ek saal aur padh le, phir to life set hai."

Such rubbish.

Life is never set.

But those five and a half years of MBBS, those unforgettable years has been the best years of my life.

I faced tons of shit, hours of practicals, bunch of books to read, sleepless nights but still what remains till the end are memories.

Because it is said na, Safar khoobsurat hai, manzil se bhi.

When I finnaly graduated and got my degree, my happiness was escalating.

I ran to my mother with the black robe hanging around my body. I hugged her tightly, my body radiating with happiness.

"I'm so proud of you, mera bacha."

"I know right, I did good."

She smiled at me and cupped my cheeks, "Bs ab PG kar le, phir puri life set hai."

At this, my face turned into a scowl.

"Mumma, did you hear? My friends are calling me. I'll come."

I immediately took my way out from there. Sigh!!

Now being a resident, I'm proud of my myself. I sure have came a long way.

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Wandering around the Select CITYWALK mall, I was in awe of my surroundings. I have visited the mall many times but it never fails to amaze me every single time.

I had an off in my work schedule today, but Vihaan was in his office. Not that if he would have been at home, we would talk. We're still on the ignoring mode.

So Meera sensing my sulking mood, dragged me to the mall in hopes of having fun. I thought it as an escape from everything, so here I am.

We were in the food court but it was taking a bit, so I decided to stall around one of the walk stores while Meera stayed back.

Walking by a huge mirror, I glanced at my reflection. I was wearing a black skinny full sleeves top with a faded blue jeans paired with black boots. My brunette colour hair falling behind me in a straightened style. But my eyes did not radiate the usual cheerfulness. Taking a heavy sigh, I shooked all the thoughts away.

Picking up a shirt, I turned to look in the mirror but suddenly a female body bumped into mine. As I was already irritated, I opened my mouth to curse but soon stopped when I took looked at the person.

The one with whom my husband is cheating on me.

"I'm sorry." She muttered in a soft voice. Her eyes not meeting mine as she looked down nervously.

I scoffed at her. "For how many things?"

She finally looked up at me and had a look of confusion. "Huh?"

I rolled my eyes. Putting the shirt back with the hanger at its place, I crossed my arms against my chest. "I asked for how many things you're sorry for? Can't hear properly or what?"

She put her lips in a thin line and tucked her hair behind her ear. Giving me an innocent look, she said, "For bumping into you."

She and her innocent tactics. I mentally scowled at her.

"And what about the fact that you're still with my husband? Are you not sorry for that?"

She had a shocked expression in her face, "What? Kiara, no. We broke up long way back before your wedding. We-"

"Oh please. Stop trying to be so innocent. Vihaan might be fooled by you, but not me."

"I swear. Please believe me. I don't know from where did you got this idea."

"Believe you. Why would I believe you?"

We weren't being very loud or fighting like crazies. And there was not many people inside the store.

She looked down at the floor fiddling with her fingers.

"Stop looking down and talk to me."

Turning her attention to me, "Trust me Kiara. I'm not that type of a woman who would wreck a home."

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Don't you love him?"

She had a soft look on her face as if she was reminiscing about something. "I do love him. Very much. But I have accepted my fate that he's not mine. He's married to you and he's your husband. And top of that, he loves you."

Rolling my eyes, I looked away. "Love me, rubbish. Then why did he met you but didn't informed me? I saw you both at the cafe."

"Cafe-Yes, we did meet at the cafe. But trust me, it's not what it looks like."

"Everyone says after being caught."

She closed her eyes for a second before continuing, "I don't know why he didn't told you about our meeting but you're really getting it wrong."

Taking a huge breath, "I'm moving out of Delhi. I wanted to talk to him last time but trust me only as a friend and nothing more. All the time, he was talking only about you like how he feel in love with you and how he is happy with you." She said with a pain expression. Her voice in such a tone as if she'll have a breakdown.

"And if you can't trust me. You can atleast trust Vihaan. Within these three months, you must have came to know a lot about him. He can be anything but a cheater. He's the most honest and genuine person you'll ever meet. He-"

I cut her off not wanting to know about my husband's personality from his ex. "Are you really saying the truth? You mean, you both don't have anything going on?"

She shooked her head. "No, that was the only first and the only time we met or talked after your wedding. He didn't even wanted to come but it was me who convinced him."

I looked at the other side before I put my hand over my forehead, groaning out of frustration. "Fuck."

Shit, what did I did.

Vihaan. He really loved me. Oh, my god.

Eat me alive someone now.

"Did something happen?"

I was about to tell her but then I paused not wanting to bring her between me and Vihaan.

"I-I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said accused you like this. I apologize." I said and bit my lip.

"No it's okay. I understand."

"I'm again sorry. I need to go now. You moving away-Umm-All the best." I gave her a genuine only to be returned a same one.

Sprinting out of the store, I was filled with guilt and shame. My Vihaan was genuine while confessing and I made a joke out of it. I cruelly said all those to him. I didn't realised when my eyes were already filled with tears, some falling down my face.

How can I?

Remembering all the disgusting things I said to him, how I brutally crushed those flowers and unneccessarily picked up a fight with him, instigating him and taunting him.

How I broke his heart and how easily I said that I don't love him.

I didn't mean to ruin everything.

I do love him a lot. But he might never forgive me or worst, leave me.

My stomach churned and my heart dropped at the possibilities. Putting my hands over the railing, I looked down. There were many couples rambling, having fun with each other. I was overcome with pain seeing them. We could have been like this but I had to go and ruin it.

Sometimes I wish life was like a written pencil, I could just erase and write it again.

I closed my eyes, our memories playing infront of my eyes.

"Kiara." When I felt a hand over my shoulder, I turned towards to see Meera and immediately lunged at her wrapping my arms around her, whimpering softly.

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