The Heartbreaker. Chapter 2. “I don’t want to get over him. I want to receive his calls, reply to his messages and unblock him on Facebook.” She cried loudly. Although a lot of eyes turned towards them, and it was embarrassing, Shreyanshi did not mind. After all, her sister mattered to her more than the strangers who were looking at them like they were to be aliens. “Then do it.” Shreyanshi smiled. “Seriously?” You don’t mind? You hate him, don’t you?” She shot the questions, curious to know the answers. “To be frank, I do, then again, he never really loved me, and the both of you actually love each other. I know you dumped him because he hurt me. Now that I am over him, and the both of you just don’t seem to get over each other, I think you should have a talk with him. From the way he’s pestering you since past one month, I think he really loves you.” Shreyanshi, although 14 sounded even more mature than her 17 year old sister. Saanvi hugged her little sister tight and apologized for what she was going to do. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m happy because I would be getting a better guy than this loser, and you’d be with this loser, perhaps forever.” She laughed. Saanvi smiled. Her smile was worth more than all the riches of the world to Shreyanshi. “Take this. Call him here.” Shreyanshi offered her phone to her sister. “Not now, I look so ugly with the mascara smudged around my eyes, stains of tears which have dried up still visible on my cheeks and lips which look swollen.” She panicked, afraid that her sister would call him. “You look perfectly fine. And he loves you for what you are and not for your looks, so, just call him up. Now.” Shreyanshi insisted. “You did not drink as much as I did, then, how the hell are you supporting him out of the blue?” Saanvi asked, baffled at her sisters behavior. “A few minutes before you puked, he called me from an unknown number and begged me to pass the phone to you. He cried over the phone, and although he’s fooled me before with his words and acting, this time, he meant every word of what he said about you to me. I could sense the veraciousness in his voice.” She explained, jubilantly. “What did he say about me?” She inquired. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Her sister smiled, passing on her cell phone. To be continued. - Rounak Nayak. :)
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