Akash's POV (lets hate on him, shall we?)

I watched her slump into my arms, and I chanted a curse in a continued pattern as I held her close. "Shit, shit, shit!"

"Dishu," I tapped her cheek lightly and let out a heavy sigh. Fuck!

I lifted her up ever so slightly, flashing a charming grin at anyone who looked at me, dismissing their fears of kidnapping. Disha had anxiety attacks, she'd had one the day her father had caught her and raised his hand on her for attempting to run away. She was black and blue for days, bruises everywhere. At that time, she'd come to me for comfort. She viewed me differently and didn't bother correcting my arrogant ways. 

"Stupid Rishabh," I grunted under my breath, he'd ruined it. In my point of view, my life was set until that idiot chocolate boy waltzed into my life once more. Disha and I were set to get married, of course, there would be a few problems. Buying a house, Disha's job, and finally, convincing her father. She wasn't on good terms with the old man but she still wanted him to come. My parent's didn't pay that much attention to what I did.

They didn't care if I was injured, hurt or anything. My friends would croon on and on about how lucky I was to be born into a wealthy family. I wouldn't be surprised if my mother or father forgot my own name. All they cared was that I was the perfect son to satisfy society. In turn, my father let me do whatever I want. 

My past girlfriend considered me clingy, but in reality, I simply liked the way she gave me attention. I'd message her, just needing to be taken away from my parent's arguing. That's when Disha came in, she gave me attention, I finally understood what it felt like to be loved. Then suddenly, this guy comes in and she starts falling for him.

In fear of her leaving, I'd did something stupid. I'd ratted her out to uncle and pinned the blame on that guy. She'd come to me for comfort, me. 

I cast a glance at her, It isn't wrong, Kash, your just fixing the problem

She shifted ever so slightly, sweat beaded on her forehead. I stroked her cheek with my knuckle, and laughed. "I'm so fucked up."

"It ain't your fault though," My roommate piped in, "It's your parent's, their the ones with the mental disorder."

"What am I supposed to tell her?" I groaned, my roommate tore his eyes away from the video game to look at me.

"The Truth."

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Suddenly you feel slight pity for Akash?