Chapter 16

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Hello loves. 

I forgot that you existed
And I thought that it would kill me, but it didn't
And it was so nice
So peaceful and quiet
I forgot that you existed
It isn't love, it isn't hate, it's just indifference
I forgot that you...
Sent me a clear message
Taught me some hard lessons
I just forget what they were
It's all just a blur.

Shalini pov :

The morning was breezy; the smell of the soil after a blissful rain, the old parchment papers lying beside my bed, hot cup of coffee and the smell of my book makes my whole mood warm and calming. Today is a day off. So it's important I will make my free time as a quality time, well it means I am going to do nothing but sit near the glass window and read my book.

I opened my book to read and a picture of me and Vignesh fell down, we were on each other's arms standing near a water fall. After all these days I could still picture it and the time I have spent with him in my mind. This picture is the one last thing I wanted to see today, and the only thing which reminds me of him. I need to burn it right now. A picture to burn after all we have been through. I used to think one day I'd tell the story of us how we met, and the sparks flew instantly, People would say we're the lucky ones. Now the story of us looks like a tragedy.

Note: ( to make it clear, Vignesh is her ex boyfriend she said to Adhi yesterday ;) )

I borrowed a lighter from Maaran anna's room; I know he would have it. I took the picture and went to the rooftop and burned it into ashes. Closure happens right after you accept that letting go and moving on is more important than projecting a fantasy of how the relationship could have been. And I did the right thing. Believe in kadavul setting, he has better plans that you think; you have.

(believe in god's setting)

A sigh of relief overtook me after burning his picture. I ran downstairs and stopped near Adithya's door; I wanted to knock on his door but I didn't instead I went inside my room.

I grabbed my cardigan, my book, and my coffee in my hand and swiftly exited my room. I walked down the streets and turned towards the lake which is nearby. It was a beautiful meadow with so many flowers grown in it. The lake view was absolutely the best thing I have seen so far. I haven't read much of the book today, something keeps distracting me, maybe sitting near the lake would give me some change, I thought.

Only a few people were around, which made this place even more peaceful. A man was playing with her daughter. Her laughter was loud and clear, she's sitting on his shoulder but I couldn't see her face. I open the book again and try to read but the girl laughs again; I couldn't keep my eyes off from her, her dad was spinning her in a circle and she gripped on his forehead for her dear life. The sight of the girl reminded me of my sister Sara; I made a note to call her once I finish reading the book. I smiled at the girl and dipped my head down to focus on my reading.

Adithya POV:

" what's the deal" I asked him, well I don't think he will get out from this room alive. I tried to not to touch my gun today but he's a testing my patience to the core.

" Adithya, namma kula deal ah? I thought you would consider me , at least as an old acquaintance,"

(Adithya deal between us ?)

"don't test my patience Rishi, deal ku okay nu solrena, we can talk about it, if not then get out before I bash your head in the wall." I said and looked away from him.

( if you're okay with the deal)

But he was triggered; he threw a punch right across my face. God, it is painful. That's pathetic. He has got some strong knuckles; it actually left a big bruise on the right side of my face below my eye socket. That was unexpected and now this bastard is going to pay for what he did. I stood up from the chair and caught his hand before he starts to punch me again. He stumbled back and quickly regained his balance. He tried to squirm from my grip but I didn't let him and pinned both of his behind his back and banged his head right across the conference room table.

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