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I dont know how this chapter turned out because i haven't written this book in like 15 days but here you go!!!

ANUSHKA

The following week felt like a complete disaster. My life was going nowhere, the happiness I once found in Gucci and Prada was now lost. I hadn't worn anything other than sweatpants the entire week and I hadn't even left the house at all.

My breakfast was on lunch time and my lunch was at the time of dinner. I had taken comfort in food and I was pretty sure I had gained weight.

But nothing mattered right now, not even me.

All that mattered was I was a girl with a broken heart. It hurt, at times I felt like I was the loneliest person in the world.

I gulped a little when all of a sudden I remembered that I still had to go meet the man that my father had apparently chosen for me.

I didn't have the energy or the time to even fight, so I picked up a dress and got ready just in time.

The car was parked at the small restaurant that I was supposed to meet the guy in.

The place seemed cozy and comfortable, like a small house that had plenty of loved up couples inside, so basically, that place seemed like a burn on all my wounds.

I got out of the car and walked inside the restraurant where the man was sat, I didn't know anything about this man, what he did, who he was, why my father was so inclined for me to meet him, I knew nothing.

I just knew that I had to meet him at the first private table, the waiter guided me towards the small and cozy  area, I could feel some nerves rising in my body, I ignored the feeling and walked straight ahead.

The man's back was turned towards me, then he stood up as he heard my voice and turned around.

He had the kind of face that could stop a woman straight in her tracks.

He wasn't handsome or even young at that, maybe he was in his mid thirties and a raw charm oozed from his persona, he must have gotten used to people staring at him because he didn't mind me staring at his face for a few seconds.

I wasn't staring at him because I liked the way he looked, I was staring because of the scar that marked his face.

It wasn't an ugly scar but it was a prominent one.

I tried to smile but I knew my heart wasn't ready to do that, so I just simply said a hello and sat on the seat.

At first he just introduced himself, his name was Rumaan. That was it. That was the only introduction I had gotten .

"I can see you were expecting someone different. You seem surprised." He remarked.

I chuckled dryly.

"I've seen far more surprising things, trust me." I responded.

"You know you're famous." He commented again.

I was famous. I knew that, I was a socialite. But I didn't know what context he was talking in.

"Am I?" I questioned.

He inhaled a deep breath. "Well, I met someone yesterday who might have told me all about you."

He explained making me ponder a little. Who did he meet? And what did they say about me?

But the real thing I thought was, did I care? No. I didn't.

"Whatever they've told you-" I tried to say something but was interrupted.

"Are you gonna give me the cliche that whatever I've been told is a lie and I shouldn't believe it?" He seemed to already have a judgement of me, or that was just what he was trying to portray to me.

I smirked forgetting the heart break as I took another sip of the red wine.

"Quite the opposite actually. I am a cold hearted selfish bitch, people a're right about me." I commented.

He frowned.

"Cold hearted selfish bitches don't accept that they are cold hearted selfish bitches."

His response was as smart as I had thought. Suddenly, the conversation  started to interest me.

"Anyway, let's talk about the real reason why we are here." I tried to change the topic.

He leaned forward.

"Our failed love lives?" I choked, thinking maybe he knew something.

He didn't. Did he?

"Excuse me?" I murmured.

"I'm a thirty three year old man, you're a twenty four year girl here because your father wanted you to. If you had someone in your life, you wouldn't be here."

He continued. I frowned.

"Are you a psychic or something?"

"Just an observer." He stated. I nodded.

The waiter arrived on our table and we ordered our food. I ordered a plain salad with roasted chicken while he ordered plenty for himself. I didn't understand how he could eat so much and yet look like this.

"You mentioned my reason to be here. What's yours?" I questioned him.

"Boredom, money, business, too many actually."

Business. That damn word.

"So you're here because of your father too." I remarked.

I remembered my father had told me about his father being an old friend and a new business partner.

He laughed this time, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

"My father died eight years ago so your father probably lied to you. I'm the one he's going to do business with."

He informed me.

Another day. Another lie.

I tried to not be surprised by it. I didn't want him to think his words affected me.

"Why do you men think women are simply some objects? You use their bodies, their souls, you use them for your business, for your selfish reasons." I hissed. He smirked this time.

He stayed quiet for a while eating his food. I did the same.

"A cold hearted selfish bitch with a broken heart." He declared. I chuckled.

Now how in God's world did he know that? Was it because of the way I had spoken about men? Probably.

"You're judgemental. And rude." I told him off.

He nodded as if saying 'I know'.

"I figured you'd perceive me more since I seem to have figured out all of you. Almost." He replied making me frown..

Figured out what?

I raised an eyebrow.

"And what have you perceived about me?" I asked him.

He inhaled a deep breath, took a sip of his wine and then looked at me.

"You know you're a very beautiful girl, and I think that you can go a long way. You seem like someone who is tired of being strong all the time. You have your walls up and yet I can see all of you. Who you are, what you do. You need to let the pain go and replace it all with anger, with vengeance. Destroy what destroyed you and let it go."

He completed his words and I was stuck.

Destroy what destroyed me?

What destroyed me?

Him? His words? His relationship? His choices?

No.

What destroyed me was my own choice.

"What if what destroyed me exists within my own self?" I questioned him.

"Then destroy it inside of you and let go."

I gulped.

"I made mistakes that made me suffer, that are still making me suffer. I can't move on from them." I was telling him things I wouldn't have told anyone and it didn't feel wrong.

It felt right.

"We all make mistakes, what matters if we learn from it or not. Learn from your mistakes Anushka."

He advised.

I took that advise and then thought about it all, maybe I should stop thinking and move on, maybe I shouldn't even think about who he is with, maybe Sonam is the love of his life and I was just a phase. Maybe i'll be happy some day too.

"Mistakes and choices don't change your life. What changes it is your take on all of it." He commented, then started to eat again.

Maybe things will change.

This man changed my perpective on something that might hurt me forever and yet it felt good, I felt relieved for once.

My eyes focused on his face, the scar seeking my attention.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked him.

He motioned me to go on.

"What happened to your face?" His face turned rigid for a moment before he looked into my eyes.

"I loved and I lost." He simply said.

My heart hurt remembering Virat for a moment.

"I loved and I lost too." I told him.

He smiled at me. "Where's your scar?" He questioned playfully.

"Here." I pointed towards my heart.

He poured me some wine. "It heals. I promise." He promised.

And I hoped it would heal.

Even though I somehow felt it wouldn't.

We spent some more time talking and eating before it was time to leave.

I didn't want to leave. I wanted to talk more but I knew there was no point.

I was still there, sitting on the table when he stood up, murmuring his goodbye.

He turned around, walking away before he turned back suddenly.

I stood up, thinking maybe he was about to tell me something.

"Would you like to be my date tomorrow night?" He asked bluntly.

Please say no.

I wanted to say no.

Instead, I smiled. "I'd like that."

With a final nod, he was gone.