Author's e-books - Shikha Mishra. Page - 1
What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness?
*Excerpt*
"Strip." My eyes widens.
"I said STRIP. DISHA." I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan.
He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed.
He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down ripping the cloth in two parts. "How many times have I said you that I don't like when you talk to other boys."
"Why?" I ask. I want to know why does he always gets angry.
"Because I don't like it. Damn it." He rips the plazo pant in a one stroke of the knife.
(Book 2)
"Vihaan wait....." I shout. He flinches or was it my imagination. "How are you?" I ask in broken voice.
He turns and this time I flinch. His eyes are bloodshot. The vein on his face are popping. I have never seen him this angry.
"How am I? What a brilliant question you have asked Mrs Malhotra....ops sorry ex Mrs Malhotra. Well I am doing fine with my wifey." Tears starts welling up in my eyes.
"Vihaan you don't get to hurt me." I mumble.
"Oo..... I do. Just like you gave me pain 3 years ago....." the mocking voice was exchanged with a painful voice. "You...you didn't even thought of me. You just left me. YOU. FUCKING. LEFT. ME."
"Then what should I have done. We were toxic for each other vihaan." I cry out. My heart was in pain and I didn't know how to stop it's pain.
What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness?
*Excerpt*
"Strip." My eyes widens.
"I said STRIP. DISHA." I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan.
He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed.
He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down ripping the cloth in two parts. "How many times have I said you that I don't like when you talk to other boys."
"Why?" I ask. I want to know why does he always gets angry.
"Because I don't like it. Damn it." He rips the plazo pant in a one stroke of the knife.
(Book 2)
"Vihaan wait....." I shout. He flinches or was it my imagination. "How are you?" I ask in broken voice.
He turns and this time I flinch. His eyes are bloodshot. The vein on his face are popping. I have never seen him this angry.
"How am I? What a brilliant question you have asked Mrs Malhotra....ops sorry ex Mrs Malhotra. Well I am doing fine with my wifey." Tears starts welling up in my eyes.
"Vihaan you don't get to hurt me." I mumble.
"Oo..... I do. Just like you gave me pain 3 years ago....." the mocking voice was exchanged with a painful voice. "You...you didn't even thought of me. You just left me. YOU. FUCKING. LEFT. ME."
"Then what should I have done. We were toxic for each other vihaan." I cry out. My heart was in pain and I didn't know how to stop it's pain.