Chapter 12 hate
I couldn't bear the thought of talking to Vihaan again, and I didn't want to hear his voice or see his face. I needed someone to talk to, someone who would understand me and support me. I dialed Raj's number, and he answered on the first ring.
"Hey, Janvi, what's wrong?" Raj's voice was warm and concerned.
I broke down, tears streaming down my face as I told him everything. Raj listened patiently, his silence a testament to his support.
When I finished talking, Raj's voice was filled with anger and disgust. "That bastard doesn't deserve you, Janvi. You're better off without him."
His words brought me comfort, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. "I know, Raj. I just feel so betrayed. I thought he loved me."
Raj's voice softened. "You deserve someone who will love you for who you are, without conditions or games. Vihaan's not worthy of your love."
His words struck a chord deep within me, and I knew he was right. I deserved better than someone who would manipulate and use me for a bet. "Thank you, Raj. Just talking to you makes me feel better."
Raj's voice was filled with warmth. "I'm always here for you, Janvi. You're not alone in this."
As we talked, I felt my hatred for Vihaan grow. How could he do this to me? How could he think I'd forgive him so easily? I knew I'd never be able to forgive him, and I was determined to move on with my life.
With Raj's support, I slowly began to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was ready to face the future, knowing I had friends like Raj who cared about me.As the days went by, Raj, Aaradhya, and Priya became my pillars of strength. They were always there to listen, to offer advice, and to provide comfort. Aaradhya, in particular, was furious with Vihaan, and I could see the anger burning in her eyes whenever we talked about him.
"How could he do that to you, Janvi?" Aaradhya would ask, her voice trembling with rage. "You're such an amazing person, and he just threw you away like trash."
I would smile weakly, feeling grateful for her support. "I know, Aaradhya. But I'm trying to move on. I just want to forget him and focus on myself."
Aaradhya's expression would soften then, and she'd hug me tightly. "We'll get through this together, Janvi. You're not alone."
Meanwhile, Vihaan was trying to reach out to me, to apologize and make amends. But I wasn't having it. I didn't want to hear his excuses or his apologies. I just wanted him out of my life.
Even Aaradhya wasn't talking to Vihaan anymore. She was disappointed and hurt by his actions, and she couldn't understand why he'd do something so cruel. "He's not the person I thought he was," she'd say, shaking her head.
As for Raj, he was his usual supportive self, always there to lend a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. I didn't know what I would do without him and the others. They were my rock, my support system, and I was grateful for them every day.
Vihaan's apologies and attempts to win me back continued, but I was resolute. I would never forgive him, and I would never go back to him. I was done with Vihaan, and I was ready to move on with my life.Three months had passed since I'd last spoken to Vihaan. I'd blocked his number, blocked him on social media, and done everything I could to avoid him. But tonight, I'd let loose and had a few too many drinks. I was laughing and joking with Aaradhya, feeling carefree for the first time in months. But as the night wore on, I realized I'd had way too much to drink.
Aaradhya took charge, helping me out of the bar and into her car. "Let's get you home, Janvi," she said, her voice soothing.
But as we drove, I started to feel nauseous. "Aaradhya, I don't feel well," I slurred, trying to lean over.
Aaradhya quickly pulled over and helped me out of the car. "Let's get you to Vihaan's house," she said, her voice firm. "His mom is always there, and she can help us take care of you."
I didn't protest, too drunk to care where we were going. When we arrived at Vihaan's house, Aaradhya helped me out of the car and up the steps. Vihaan's brother, Arav, answered the door, looking surprised to see us.
"Hey, Aaradhya. What's going on?" he asked, eyeing me drunkenly.
"Janvi had a bit too much to drink," Aaradhya explained. "Can we leave her here for a bit until she sobers up?"
Arav nodded, helping Aaradhya get me inside. "Yeah, sure. Vihaan's in his room, but I'll go get him."
As Arav went to get Vihaan, I felt a surge of panic. I didn't want to see Vihaan, not in this state. But it was too late. Vihaan appeared in the living room, looking concerned. "What's going on?" he asked, his eyes scanning me up and down.
Aaradhya explained the situation, and Vihaan nodded, taking charge. "I'll take care of her," he said, his voice firm.
Aaradhya hesitated, looking at me uncertainly. "Are you sure?" she asked.
I tried to nod, but my head was spinning. Vihaan's arms wrapped around me, holding me upright. "I'll take care of her," he repeated.
Aaradhya nodded finally, saying goodbye before quickly leaving. Vihaan helped me to his room, laying me down on his bed. I felt his eyes on me, watching me, but I couldn't muster the energy to care.
As I drifted off to sleep, I heard Vihaan's soft voice whispering in my ear. "Janvi, I'm glad you're okay." But I didn't respond, lost in the darkness of my drunken state.