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"STOP." I interrupt him. My chair falls down by my sudden move of standing up. "Not a word Rishabh." He also stands up. "Never I mean it..never ever think about that." With that I leave. A tear falls from my eyes and I instantly wipe it away. I get inside the washroom and lock the door.

Does getting separated means the love is also gone.

I put my palm against my mouth to restrict my crying. I love him and I can't stop loving him even if I want.

When bhai gave me the divorce paper I was bewildered. Because I never thought of this when I left him and I did share it with Bhai. He said that when I have already left him then what is the use of being married. He was true. But at some corner of my heart I thought that this marriage can bring us together.

Nevertheless with a heavy heart I signed it out. The other side was empty letting me know that I will be the one requesting the divorce. I may have prayed that vihaan doesn't sign it. That day I didn't even went to work which resulted of rishabh barking in my home and seeing me break-in apart because as much as I tried to control my emotions but it didn't worked.

I wash my face. I apply concealer under my eyes. After making myself perfect I leave obviously with my usual cheerful look. While going to my seat I get stopped by Rishabh.

"I am sorry Disha. I-I just..."

"It's okay rishabh. But never forget I still love him." I state with a sweet smile. My words did hurt him but that's the only way I can get him to throw away all the ideas of liking me in more than friends.

Was that why vihaan made him leave the college? What the hell am I thinking right now shaking my head I leave for my chair.

Getting off the work I book a cab. While in cab and having few minutes to myself I remove my phone and move my finger on the number. A number which I might know who it belongs. Yesterday I got an anonymous call from this number. Without thinking I took his name as seeing that number I got a deja vu.

Bringing the much needed confidence I click the call button wanting to check why that anonymous person called. It might have been important who knows. But I get sad as it says the number is unavailable.

Huffing I put the phone away.

"What happened miss? Trouble in paradise." suddenly can driver asked.

"Nothing.. Just some work related issues." I mumble. Since I have came here I don't let people involve in my life. I don't get attached to anyone. Don't know why but there is a some kind of fear. Even with Rishabh I try to not get a deeper relationship with him.

He must have understood that I don't want any type of conversation so he doesn't ask more. To remove the tension in the environment I give him a sweet smile which worked like magic. He increases the volume of the radio and I get lost in the songs.

Suddenly I see vihaan amidst the dark walls and floor. I start walking towards him with an anticipated heart. Before I can reach him an invisible wall stops me. I bang my fist against the wall to get his attention. Instead of turning towards me he turns away and starts walking in opposite direction. He vanishes in a thin air.

"What are doing Disha? He is toxic." I turn towards the voice and see the me.

"You should have tried to redeem the love which you both had Disha." I turn my head to another direction and see the small me.

"N-No I-I tried. I re-really did." I replied back.

"Did you really?" she says with a disappointment. And before I can defend myself I find both of them disappearing. I find myself back in the cab.

"We reached madam."

Immediately I get out of the cab after paying him.

The next day came and I got ready for another monotonous day. My phone rings and I check it. I pick it.

"Hey Bhai." I mumble.

"Hey Dumbo." I groan hearing him calling me that. And it did sure made him happy.

"What's up?"

"Nothing. I wanted to request something from you."

"Anything bhai." I reply.

"You know I had my own company started and it had reached quite a success so I had thrown a party and I...I want you to come to that party."

"Bhai y-you know I..I can't." I cry out. I am not that brave to go to Delhi.

"Mia will also not like it. What about dad and mummy?" I reason out.

"I don't care about anyone. I know you can handle it. And you can't say no."

"I will think." I mumble. I decline the call after talking for few more minutes. Can I really handle it? What if some reporter saw me and start asking questions? What if I saw him?

I sign and leave for the office. The whole day goes in a blink.Β  In afternoon Bhai messaged me asking about my answer. At the end of the day I came in a conclusion that I can't just hide myself my whole life. And I do have to ask for forgiveness from mummy and dad. And I am not that girl anymore. I am bold and confident.

Bhai was so happy by my answer and that happiness made me so happy. I had to leave in the evening of tomorrow. I book my returning ticket of after two days. After having my dinner I start packing. After that I apply for holiday which I got the other day immediately reward of me being an hard worker.

Rishabh was sad and I wanted to hug him but his confession from that day stopped me. I don't want to lead him on. From that day only their have been an awkwardness in between us. I come home.

You can do it disha. You are not a quitter. And Delhi is a big city it doesn't mean that I would see him.

After restoring this mantra in my mind I leave for the airport with a cheerful look. But at the corner of my heart I wanted to have a look of him. Did he changed or is he the same? As soon as I reach Delhi my heart beat increases.
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The prologue part will be coming in chapter 4 or 5.

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