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Chapter 3 1| Getting Over

Word Count: 2314    |    Released on: 07/07/2022

fine evening of

uted air of the nation’s capital, and unbearable agonies o

y breath reeked of caffeine from the excessive amount of coffee I had consumed throughout the night and

e tall Indian rosewood tree that stood proudly across t

ng of accomplishment never fails to mesmerize me. I

py with it. I was never a time-bound person. I'd rather got lost in whatever I was doing without fretting over the ti

Memorials. My body was quivering. It had been hours since I had changed my posture. My shoulder bl

was a chase for nuts that was driving me nuts. Like a lunatic, I keenly observed their flight fro

fe. For then, almost everything around me was reverting back and forth to t

again. Sonica, remember the promise. You need to be the best version of myself and you will bec

in our body including every fiber of the clothes we are wrapped in and every single atom that surround us. We can kill him in one snap, but we

th

which wasn't much. It had been days, probably four (I wasn't counting) when I had last st

g me back and so I decided to set my foot out of the apartment and get a life for real, not for my sak

oth sympathetic and funny at the same time. Sympathetic for I could most closely relate to

with a boyfriend of two years was calle

ou know! Shasha-

and the break-up melodrama, asking the jackass for reasons with unsatisfactory explanations or you can imagine me preserving m

t was not with me. Alas! I was too blind to pick the hints. The man was a free bird who could never stick to anyone. He liked the rush of adrenaline in ever

being too easy and too reckless. Anyways, what happ

g on his office table and walked away. Yeah! Just like that. And n

Let's find another bigger cock and satisfy the itch.' Cliche! But i

he bag on the shoulder and walked past my father who was watching people ye

the house. I knew he was in a bad mood over another silly argum

dly resembling my mood), but it wasn't the wor

mbled, reminding me of

) and if the sorrow continues, you might see yourself getting the perfect bikini body which was your gym goal at no cost.

little option but to jolt out of my semi-bungalow at number 3, Vasudev Kunj, Sout

n a minute! My phone chimed with a reply. I answered

f. The 'apartment' which was more like a storeroom designed to keep the trash off was located at the ve

same with negligible modifications. It was ‘their’ colony that had become ‘ours’ when my great grandfather retired from his civil

the Companies Secretary, she had bumped into me in the university campus which was the second hell I despised

l Law University and immediately struck the cho

jects of hatred. With law running in the veins alongside blood, we were destined to become ‘the gals’. She was there when I needed a

locked the door after me and jogged on the concrete

hile. Did you go somewhere?’ I hadn’t had to turn around to figure who it was. After more than twenty-

d as Priyanka of course. Where is she? I hope she is fine. The last time I heard, she has filed for a divorce. Is it tr

other's life than handling her own. She was the chairwoman of the gossip club in the society a

ughter's failed marriage in between. But then, I was reminded of the time when she had blatantly humiliated m

just—’ I tried to apologize

. I am just so worried about her. The court is going harsh on her. With each proceeding, she is getting more humiliated. My hope lies on you girls now. Get her to tal

The black-coated grey hairs and wrinkled face had never been that sad that it had become in the

t for the night. Let Priyanka be with us! I am going out with my friends to

ghter is sex deprived for months. The idiot couldn't even keep her in bed. Some orgasms may bring her sanity back. Thank you! Thank you so much,

e herself. Her husband had left her after he had caught her doing nasty things with the driver. Priyanka told me

n his bank account but barely any life left in his body. It was ob

d whatever had been happening with her recently was ugly and plain-ass unbearable, but it doesn't mean that she wasn't hurt.

focus on your daughter instead. Lend her a ear so she could yell it all

she shuffled towards the sleek MG Hector, taking up

ling my eyes at her expense. 'Ladies! The hideous rich s

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