22. The twilight of Innocence

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♡Inayah's pov♡

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♡Inayah's pov♡

Have you ever stayed in house made of glass? The thing about staying in a glass house is that its walls are too thin; one can see all of you and you would not be able to do anything.

Staying there all you could think about is how you’ll escape one day. Breaking its glass wall into pieces. Shattering the stares, finally escaping. But one never realises that even after breaking the house the stares of the people will still remain on you.

The situation I’m currently in is very similar to this. I was the lime light of the college before our marriage when everyone found out about my mother’s suicide.

Everyone talked about me for a week but then it suddenly stopped, and everyone started apologising to me about it.

Like someone threatened them to say that.

And I know this time I am the centre of attention because of the ‘marriage’.

All of these stares are too much.

But looking at Arhaan it looks like he couldn’t care less. It looks like he was ‘flaunting something’?

As if he heard my thoughts, he takes my hand in his and walks us towards our first class of the day.

After pushing some random people out of the way, we finally enter in our class.

I look around only to get disappointed, there were no seats left except the ones in the last.
Sighing I walk towards the last few seats. As I was about to pull my chair, Arhaan beats me to that. Again.

Rolling my eyes, I drag my chair furthest away from his.

As I unpack my books, I see someone standing in front of me.

Craning my neck to look at them, I see a guy from our class looking at me with his smuggest smile.

Which I should clarify looks like dobby from harry potter only if he was high.

“oye, Inayah. Heard you got married and shit, never thought you were that desperate. Couldn’t wait any longer till marriage or your daddy and mommy couldn’t keep you with them- wait oops I forgot your mommy died.”

That was the shittest blow ever like what the fuck??

As I glance at Arhaan I see that he has a smirk on his face.

I scoff in disbelieve.

This is the same man I helped when he was at his lowest and now he has the fucking audacity to smirk.

What was I even expecting? This is Arhaan Malhotra. Who only cares about himself and no one else.

And here I am making a fool out of myself in front of everyone. Nobody will laugh at him even though HE IS ALSO MARRIED TO ME.

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