Rishabh's PoV

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Akash.

That lying traitorous snake was beside Disha, I saw a momentary flash of hurt in her eyes, her clenched fists by her side. He'd hurt her, a white lump of anger formed in my throat. Shubman Gill was laid on the mattress, bouncing up and down, "You okay?"

"Huh-?" I turned to him, his forehead creased with concern. "You look like your gonna murder someone." He explained, setting aside the remote control. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I shrugged dismisellvy, my thoughts were anything but fine. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Akash kissing Disha. 

Hell, no.

"I'm going for a walk," I grunted, reaching out for my sneakers. Shubman looked at me as though I told him I was pregnant.

"What?" I snapped, my annoyance was evident. 

"We're in quarantine," He dragged out the words as if he was explaining to a toddler, "We can't go out."

"Oh," A wave of embarrassment washed over me, Shubman mumbled a remark about my stupidity before returning his focus to the game he was playing.

In the end, I ended up walking on a treadmill.

My mind flitted to the thoughts of the past, times I and Disha had shared gossip over Pani Puri to Akash's betrayal. I gripped the handles of the treadmill, my knuckles turning white as my vision tunneled red with anger at just the thought of that sleazeball. I had let it slip that Disha was leaving to Sydney without her father's approval to Akash, he'd, in turn, told her father. The most comical part is, he pinned the blame on me. Yet that bastard was enjoying his time with Disha.

My phone buzzed about in my pocket, it was a message from Shubman. "Dinner's bout to be served, it's a team dinner. Get yo ass over here." I read out loud, the grandfather who was 'working out' on the treadmill near me gave me an odd look, dismissing that I hopped off the treadmill. 

I catch a glimpse of a tanned face and bright brown eyes as I enter the team room.

Disha?

"Shit," She squeaks the moment her gaze lands on me. "Hello to you too," I mumbled tugging a chair from one of the scattered tables. She clears her throat, my eyes flicked to her attire, a delivery girl's uniform. She quickly placed down the bags of food and marched out of the room. Just as her foot was about to cross the threshold, she turned to face me. Her eyes lingering on me, seeming to contemplate something. 

"What?" I grunted before averting my eyes to the food, unpacking it. I could feel her burning gaze, "Rishabh, I-"

I couldn't hear the rest of her words, as she'd stopped abruptly "Rishabh what? Finish the sentence."

No Response, a frown tugged at my lips as I looked up from the boxes of food. 

Disha laid on the ground, unmoving and pale.

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Another cliffhanger.