Souvenir

SNEAK PEAK

Nandini POV_

“Is that your boyfriend?” he sneers, causing my eyes to snap from his chest to his face.
“What?” I gape.
“You heard me.” He goes to walk out the door, and I run for it, slamming it closed and standing in front of it.
“Talk to me,” I pant, raising my eyes to study the light brown stubble, the slight dip in his straight nose, and the tiny, faint freckles that you can’t see unless you’re this close to him. It’s been so long since our faces have been this close together that I take in every detail I never knew I’d miss so painfully. Like the perfect symmetry of his sculpted cheekbones and the long dark brown lashes that fan over his chocolate brown eyes. Eyes that flare wide at our proximity. He takes a step back.
“Move,” he rasps.
I shake my head. “I saw the blood, Manik . I know you went to the..... to his house .”
His top lip curls. “You would know, playing phone tag with each other like you have been.”
Glaring at him, I say, “No, I know because I found the blood on your shirt, you asshole. And yes, I called him to make sure he was okay. I won’t lie to you.”
He throws his head back with a humorless laugh, his biceps expanding as he lifts his arms to scrub his hands roughly over his face. “Shit,” he breathes. “My fucking wife had to call her boyfriend and make sure he was okay,” he says to his hands.
A growl rips from my throat. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Oh, yeah?” He drops his hands, taking a step closer to me.
I hold his gaze, not backing down from the anger and disbelief clouding over his eyes.
“A fuck buddy? Lover? What the fuck do you call what you’ve been doing with him then, wife?”

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This is not a fan Friction but I'm going to write normal books but use manan name