Our Kind of Love (Completed) √

Her Pov

Mohit.

There he stood all in his glory. Those dark orbs, messy hairs rugged jeans and sweat shirt. That's all mohit is.

He was carefree, cheerful, jovial then but now I can see what he did to himself.

Director approved us of our casting in the show, but again with mohit. I can't I just can't. It already took me 3 years in trying to get over him. Note the sarcasm I'm still trying. Ugh why it's soo difficult to forget someone.

Shooting with him, having him besides me 24*7 is not my cup of tea.
I'm always so sorted before him, after him it's just all messed up I don't know what the hell I'm doing in my life.

I tried to deny but director shut me up. I turned to leave when I felt a hold on my wrist. I turned to see mohit holding me.

"Don't you dare to touch me" I yelled and pushed him.

Tears started making their way in my eyes. He's all happy with that bitch and here I'm crying for him. How stupid I can be.

I can't deny, I missed him. I fucking missing him.

He don't know what I've felt when shravan leans to kiss suman. Our lips slightly touched that time. I felt goosebumps erupting on my skin. But does he feels like I do. Of course not.

It's only one sided.

I ran into my vanity after that shot. To control my racing heart beat. He doesn't know how I felt when he traced his fingers from my forehead to lips. My heart was pounding thousand times inside.

I'm good at hiding my emotions.

He doesn't know that butterflies started dancing in my stomach when he tuck the saree in my skirt brushing his cold fingers with my warm skin.
His eye's twinkling with naughtiness.

That's not shravan, that's mohit.

My MOH.

He doesn't know what I've felt when he hugged me , the tightest. I felt so secure in his warm embrace. That's my solace. My home.

He always buried his head in my neck while hugging me. With goosebumps erupting on my skin.

"Agar bata sakti tumhe toh batati ki tumhare kareeb aati hai meri dhadkanein kitni tez ho jaati hai"

"Par tumhe kaise pata hoga kyun ki tum iska jawab dhund hi nhi rahe ho"

My thoughts broke my hearing horn, I reached home.

I got down but my cell pinged with notification.

A notification which is enough to raise my slow heart beat.

*Mohit Kumar started following you.

WTH.. I whisper and check the profile in the hope that it's some parody or fp.

But no it's real. It's mohit. It's my moh.

Oh god, ye ladka kya kar raha hai.
I thought.

Again I will be dragged between them.

Again she will irritate me to the core.

I slapped my forehead.

"Didi, aap thik hai" I looked at the worried looking watch man.

"Ji, bhaiya, shukriya" I said and left for my flat.

To be continued.

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