Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (top fiction books of all time .txt) 📖

Disha's POV

I was in the school bus. As soon as I heard Lucas I ran away from his car and saw school bus leaving so I used my bus ticket and am now travelling in a bus. My mum has forced me to take a bus ticket which I am grateful for otherwise what would I have done I don't know.

How can he do this? He should have first asked me. And does mom and dad know about it. I am sure they will not agree to this. I saw Lucas driving his car beside the bus from my window.

"Disha what are you doing? Why did you boarded the bus? If you are mad about that we can talk. Why are you doing this? The bus is going to stop in a few minutes and then you can come to my car. Okay baby?" he ask with a hopefulness. But he didn't know that the thing which he is suggesting or forcing is not possible. Their is nothing to talk. My answer will always be same.

As the bus stopped I also descended the bus. I saw vihaan is waiting just at a five foot of distance. I walk to him and silently open his car and sit inside.

"I love you" he says randomly and that brought a smile on my face.

"I love you too vihaan" I take a deep breath and start saying "See vihaan I can't come with you to Cambridge. How do you think I should react? Should I be happy that you are taking me with you?" I wait for his reaction and see that he is nodding. Is he for real. "No vihaan I am not happy. I know it will hard for both of us to be away form each other but we can always talk on video call. Okay forget about what I said do you think mom and dad will agree with you taking me to USA?" I ask him.

"I am going to talk with both of our families. As you know like every year this year also mom has invited your family to dinner at that time I will talk to both the families. And I am sure they will agree" he says calmly and starts his car.

"What about me?" I ask. I know they will not agree but he should think about me also.

"You will come with me. And the highschool of USA are very prestigious. I have already checked a highschool. I have also taken care of the procedures which will be required to admit you their. You just have to come with me" he replies. I don't say anything.

We reach my home and without saying anything I get out of the car and make my way to the house. As today is last paper mom and dad will be home. They have always made sure to be at home at the last paper of the year. I can hear vihaan calling me but I don't stop. I ring the bell.

"Hey sweetie how was your paper? I am sure it was fantastic" mom says hugging me.

"Yeah mom it was" I saw and kiss her on her cheeks.

"Vihaan are you also coming?" Mom asked vihaan who was still watching me.

"Yeah I will" he bends down and touches her feet (Indian way to respect elders). "Obviously if you don't mind. And aunty you are looking very beautiful" he complimentes. What a charmer.

"Aw thankyou. You can come anytime you want. It's your house also" mom replies. I ignore them both and walk inside.

"Hey dad" I greet dad and kiss him on his cheeks.

"Hey princess. Why the long face? Did vihaan did something to you?" dad asked me with a strong face. I love this man.

"Uncle I didn't do anything" vihaan exclaimed offended and touched his feet.

"If my princess says you had then you had" dad replies and kisses me on my head.

"I know I know" vihaan says.

"Where is Bhai(brother)?" I ask to no one in special.

"He said that he has some work. He will be present during dinner" mum says.

"Young man let's have some talk in the garden" dad offers to vihaan. Vihaan nods his head and follows my dad but not before kissing me on my cheeks and saying sorry. I go back to my room. I change in my pajamas and lay on my head and sleep welcomes me in her lala land.
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"Wake up Disha. It's 6 pm. Go and get ready" mum wakes me up from my sleep. I groan.

"Okay mom" I say and she leaves. It's like when I was sleeping vihaan came to my room to say 'sorry' and 'I love you' but it must be a dream or he must have came. Whatever their must be reason that he is doing all this and I think I should talk to him. It's not fair to ignore him. I pick my phone from night stand and call vihaan but he didn't picked up.As he is not picking up I send him a voice mail saying 'I love you vihaan. I am sorry for ignoring you'.

I go and take a quick shower and again brush my teeth. I always brush my teeth after sleeping. I pick a long yellow kurti which reaches below my ankles(long Indian traditional gown) it has strings to tie at the side. It fits me completely. I pair it with a light blue skin tight ankle jeans. I put some big gold hoops on my ear and bracelet. I leave my long hair down. I put some Kajal in my eyes and lip balm. I wear my black heels. With a last look in the mirror I went downstairs.

"Ready sweetie" mom ask and I nod. "You are looking so beautiful. Isn't it one of many gifts which you got from vihaan on your 14th birthday?" mom says with a teasing tone and I blush. I don't say anything.

"Don't tease my princess" dad keeps his hand on my shoulder and defends me. "Bye the way you should have worn the dress which I bought" dad suggest in my ears and I laugh so hard.

"Where is Bhai?" I ask. I have not seen him many times. It's like he doesn't lives with us. He has changed and don't know the reason. I will talk to him tomorrow.

"He will come directly their. Now let's go" dad replies with a angry look. He must be mad at bhai. We all move out of the house. Mom locks the door and we make our way to Vihaan's mansion. As Vihaan's mansion is at the outskirts of the city it takes us one hour to reach their. The guards open the big lion gate after recognizing our car number. His mansion is 3km away from main gate. We reach his mansion after 15 minutes. I can't wait to meet him.

A maid opens the main door. "Welcome Mahesh and Nisha" Raj uncle and Suman aunty welcomes us. Vihaan is not with them. Is he angry with me but I should be the one who should be angry not the other way round. I go and touch feet of uncle and aunty. They both bless me. We all go to one of Vihaan's mansion's sitting area.