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YUVRAJ'S POV
The music thumped in my ears as I stepped into the club. Megha had said she'd join later. For now, it was just Dhruv, Veena, and me making our way to Vineet.
"Maine socha tha ki tu ja raha hai," Vineet asked Dhruv.
("I thought you were going.")
"Woh... flight choot gaya, toh phone pe hi sab handle kar diya," Dhruv brushed off the topic.
("I missed my flight, so I handled everything on phone.")
But something felt off.
After a bit of small talk, we split up, each of us heading toward our old college friends. I made my way to the bar counter, ordering my drink when I saw her—Riya.
The most annoying person I'd ever met.
"Hi, Yuvraj," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. But she was anything but that.
I didn't bother responding, just gave her a curt nod. She grabbed the drink that had just been placed in front of me, leaning against the counter, her fingers grazing my arm.
"You're so broad now... way bulkier than the last time I saw you," she said, her eyes scanning me shamelessly.
I ignored her, trying to move away, but she was persistent.
"Yuvraj, come on... I'm being so nice to you, and you're not even talking to me," she pouted, trying to act cute.
"I'm married, Riya. It's not appropriate for you to touch me like this," I said, firmly moving her hand away.
But all she did was laugh.
"Come on, Yuvraj, it's not like you even care about this marriage and—"
I let out a low chuckle, cutting her off. She looked amused, unaware of what was about to hit her.
"Riya, do you even know what would happen if Megha saw you this close to me?" I leaned in, my voice calm but edged with warning. "You should be more afraid of her than me. You remember what happened the last time someone touched what's hers, don't you?"
I watched as the fear flickered across her face. She knew exactly what I was talking about. Megha had made her life hell in college for something as trivial as sitting on the bonnet of her car. I could practically see the memories flooding her mind.
But this girl never learns.
She leaned in closer, suffocating me with her presence. Her arm brushed against mine as she whispered,
"I know Megha doesn't like you the way I do. You know how she used to disappear at night and come back in the morning? A slut like her—"
My fists curled as pure rage surged through me.
"But I... I was always yours, Yuvraj. I'll do everything she never did. I'll keep you happy. I'll please you. I know she doesn't satisfy you the way I can. With me, you can be whoever you want—"
She didn't get to finish.
A dark chuckle escaped me—not of amusement, but of sheer disbelief. She thought I wasn't happy with Megha? That Megha didn't know how to keep me satisfied?
I stood up, towering over her.
Riya smirked, thinking she had won.
In one swift motion, I pinned her against the counter, my hand wrapping around her throat. She gasped, eyes widening in shock. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered,
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"You are so fucking wrong, Riya."
I tightened my grip slightly, just enough to see the fear flash in her eyes.
"She is my fucking world. Her mere presence is enough to make me happy. And you? You think you could ever replace her?" My voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "If she can't satisfy me, no one else ever can."
Her smirk had completely disappeared now.
I pressed my fingers against her throat just a little harder.
"And the next time I hear you call her names, I won't hesitate to ruin your entire career in seconds." My grip on her throat loosened just enough to pull her closer, my voice ice-cold.
"Megha is everything I have ever wanted and will ever want. She is my past, my present, and my future. And if you so much as breathe against her again..." I let the words hang in the air, watching as she trembled.
"I won't think twice before burying you."
Just then, I heard a few gasps—followed by the sharp sound of shattering glass.
I looked around, my pulse spiking, and then my eyes found hers.
Megha.
When did she get here?
Her eyes held pain—raw, unfiltered agony that shot straight through me, making my chest tighten. That's when realization crashed over me.
Fuck.
I exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through my hair before my gaze dropped—only to freeze.
Her hand.
Blood.
Her trembling fingers were stained crimson, the broken glass at her feet glistening under the dim club lights. The stark red seeped into the white fabric of her dress, spreading like a cruel, ugly wound.
I took a step forward, instincts screaming at me to reach her.
She stepped back.
As if my presence alone suffocated her.
"Stop. Don't come near me."
Her voice was small, but her pain was deafening.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
"Megha, listen to me—" My voice faltered. It was the first time in years I had called her by her name.
"Just stop!" she cut me off, her voice breaking as fresh tears spilled down her face.
Each drop was a stab straight to my heart.
I had never seen her cry like this. Never seen her look at me like this.
And I fucking hated it.
I had never seen her this vulnerable.
Never this broken.
"You've spoken a lot,"
Her voice trembled, but the fire in her eyes burned through me. "Today, I'm going to speak. And you are going to listen."
I could only watch as she clenched her fists, the broken glass in her palm slicing deeper. Blood dripped down her fingers, staining the floor, but she didn't seem to care.
"All my life, you tried to ruin things for me. Everything. My grades. My extracurriculars. My business. And then... our marriage" Her voice cracked, but she held her ground.
