Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (fastest ebook reader txt) 📕

Toxic love

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What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness?

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Strip. My eyes widens.

I said STRIP. DISHA. I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan.

He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed.

He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down ripping the cloth in two parts. How many times have I said you that I don't like when you talk to other boys.

Why? I ask. I want to know why does he always gets angry.

Because I don't like it. Damn it. He rips the plazo pant in a one stroke of the knife.

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Motherfucking hell!

We talked a little more, and I asked her about her about her college or childhood but she turned down my attempts and tried to stir the questions in another direction. Maybe that’s not something she wants to talk about.

Later on, we talked about how she loves cooking, and if I had any hobbies in me. I had once until it perished under my new life.

••••

It wasn’t as awkward as I have thought it to be, after whatever we did.

Surely, she talks lesser with me, and her cheeks were always red. She rarely looks at me, and has even been distancing.

Should I apologise for what I did?

I walked out from my home office and saw her sitting on the carpet and marking something on a paper. So many of pamphlets and papers were scattered around her.

“What are you doing?” I crouched down on the carpet and saw her flinched a little at my words. She seemed to be into the work too much.

“I'm actually…” I saw her circling some bold letters, and I forwarded myself to see what’s in that.

BLUEBERRY COOKING CLASSES

Her looked at her hands and tried to hide the paper, but I grabbed her hands. “Tell me.”

“I just… wanted to… join…” I sighed seeing her. What’s she so nervous about?

I took her soft hands in mine, and enclosed them between my palms. “You don’t have to hesitate, Lilah. Tell me.”

I saw her head low and a loud exhale left her lips. “After you spoke about your colleges, and how you chose what you liked… I just… I wanted to work on my wishes this time.” She gave me a sad smile. “I have never been to college and this time I… just I want to join the cooking classes…”

I couldn’t help myself from wrapping an arm around her and giving her a squeeze. “You can definitely do whatever you want to. You can join them and if you need help, let me know.”

Her beautiful green eyes, brimmed with unshed tears and I found myself questioning what did I do wrong this time. “Did I say something wrong?”

She shook her head, her hair ruffling in air, and falling all over her place.

“No it’s just…” she looked into my eyes and what she said next, is something no one has ever said before. Not after that incident. Neither I had expected someone to say those foreign words.

“You’re a good person, Damien.”

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