Tangled in the web of love by hima (sight word readers TXT) 📖

one day, she put away her book bag and slumped onto the desk, It read:
Stay away from Aman or else I know your little secret and I wouldn’t stop to bring it out.

Tears welled up in her eyes, she ignored the first part of the paper and she re-read the last line making sure she read it right.

Neha saw Dia crying as soon as she entered in the class room, she noticed that she was holding a crumpled paper in her hands and pried it off her from her grip. Her face turned pale when she what was written on it who would do such thing.

“Dia…Please don’t cry. Someone is just playing around. It may not be even for you.” Neha consoled wiping away her tears and holding her close.

“I know that you don’t want people to know about you, anyone who knows you would know that it wasn’t your fault and who cares about what people think?” Neha didn’t know what to say she was never the one to console people.

“You knew…?” Of course why wouldn’t she? It was all over the news and newspaper pasted a big photo of her on the hospital bed with headlines “Drunken teenagers go overboard…” They never wanted to know what really happened there, they just gave the story as they saw it stating her as a drunken teenager that got into a fight with her boyfriend and ended up on hospital bed. They needed news and they got it.

Her house was completely swarmed by reporters a few days until they got hot news to sale. Dia couldn’t blame them either, they believed in what they were told, the version of story carefully edited by Ishaan’s father; the minister.

“Let’s skip the class…”Neha tugged her and led her to the backyard of the cafeteria where she was sure would give her some privacy. She texted Aman to come there.

Dia was still sobbing remembering her past, she was wrong to believe that her past wouldn’t disturb her present; she will always be haunted by her past. She wished that one night never happened in her life.

“It’s not bad as it looks… I mean there are lots of girls who get drunk and fight with boyfriends.”

Dia stared at her in disbelief. “I’m not like them and I never was and that’s the problem, I don’t want people to see me for who I’m not. You don’t know what happened that night so don’t you dare tell me what it’s like…” she glared.

Neha flinched at her cold voice.

“You tell me what happened then…”Neha said pulling the chair close to her and hugging her.

“Ishaan and I were childhood friends and neighbours. Ishaan was two years older than me but we clicked together since we knew each other practically since our childhood. Ishaan lived with his grandparents since his father never wanted his child to be brought up in a political environment. His mother pampered him and being the only child, he got pretty much everything. He was always possessive about his belongings so was he about me. He never liked me being friendly with other guys. He told me so...” Dia sighed looking at her friend who was all ears.

Dia has just smiled whenever she heard him saying that, She had never had any other friends apart from him since she was shy and an introvert. It would’ve made a difference if she acted at that time.

“Ishaan started accusing me for being away from him since I joined plus2, I never denied it since I was busy with studies and wanted to get admission in a good college but I never thought that simple ignorance would ruin my life forever.” She saw Aman joined them.

“For months our relationship was complex, we quarrelled all the time, I would walk away from him but Ishaan’s good humour would always win me back to him…Days passed and Ishaan began to accuse me saying that I had someone in my life that’s why I was ignoring him. I stomped away from him and never spoke to him after that but when I secured good marks in plus2, I couldn’t help but call him and share my happiness with him. After all he was always there for me since we were kids.”

She should’ve never called back that idiot deserves the silent treatment… Neha thought.

“Ishaan called home and asked mom’s permission to take me out on a treat, Mom didn’t object since she knew how good friends we were. That night turned everything upside down, Ishaan spiked my drink thinking I would spit out the truth in stupor and one thing turned to other and before I knew it, I was laying in the dark alley, blood gushing out.”

“He must have called his father who took care of the things in a way that it didn’t affect his son’s life but he forgot that it would affect the life of a little innocent girl in the process.” She cried.

It was the first time that she ever shared her past with anyone, she felt kind of relieved when she did unburden her grief. Neha has been holding her hands all the while.

They sat until the lunch break and then headed back to their classes, Asha ran to them as soon as she saw them entering… Neha put her finger on her lips and Asha nodded and left them alone.

The rest of the day passed and Aman tried to figure out who wrote that letter, He had a faint idea of who it could be but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. He needed a plan to make her confess that it was her doing.

“Who do you think it is?” Neha said slumping on to her couch as she saw her brother staring at the piece of paper that gave away Dia’s secret.

“I’m not sure…” Neha cut him off.

“Just tell me already…”she said.

“Who was the first one to arrive into your class today…”he asked.

“A couple of guys and Asha, Ria, Sanju…” She said

“You are not going to believe who it is until you see for yourself…” He smiled.
“We can’t sit around until she does what she said she will do…” she huffed.

“We are going to catch her in the crime scene…” He smirked and left her scowling.



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Publication Date: 03-15-2012

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Dedication:
To all my classmates and friends from college. To my loving family and to all my friends of bookrix for their constant support