Jul_ie1

On the most important day of her life, the day when she was supposed to shine the brightest, the day she was supposed to say 'I do', he bailed out.
Ennui, despair, forlornness, despondency, distress, pain....name it all, it couldn't amount to what she felt that day. 

The moment the flower fell from her hand...she realized what was happening. He left her on the altar on their wedding day. All eyes were on her, most were the mocking gazes of females who hated her.

One year passed. She was fine now, but she had done some thinking.

Was all this happening because it was her punishment? Maybe the heavens were punishing her for what she did to all her previous boyfriends.

That was when she decided....

From the very first one she has wronged, she was going to apologize to all of them, meet a new guy, and start afresh.

Total of 67 exes.

She apologized, but to only 65. The 66th was abroad. She couldn't bear to face the 67th. She had wronged him in the worse way possible. But she still had to face him, to find the closure she needed!.


Things further escalates, when she finds out the identity of the man in the park...


...



She was the first person he opened up to. Told her secrets no one ever knew. For the first time some one made him feel vulnerable. But what?!. 

"I just played you, let's break up!"

Did she really think that one line would make him forget. The moment he accepted he loved her, that was when she belonged to him and no one else. She must have played with other guys and got away with it, but not him.
He would get her back, but not without getting his revenge!

*WARNING*
THE WORD R***D WILL BE USED A FEW TIMES BUT THE ACTION WON'T BE DESCRIBED.

Sorry to all my exes: Being a slave.

I had already braced myself for the loud music when I agreed to come here with Kimberly, but I didn't expect the cacophony of an excuse for music that threatened to deafen me.

"I'll just go get us some drinks, you can seat over there," Kimberly said pointing at an empty couch in the lounge before she left swaying her hips to the music.

Now I was alone. I had no idea what to do. It was not my first time coming to a club, but it's been a while since I came here.

I tried squeezing myself so one of those sweaty bodies won't touch me as I walked to where Kimberly instructed.

"Hey beautiful," A guy with a buzz cut grabbed my hand and I yelped for him to release it but he didn't. He turned me so he could back-hug me, his hands hugging my torso so I wouldn't run away.

I don't know if the wolfsbane heightened my hearing and sense of smell, but believe me when I say the smell emanating from the sweaty body of people made me nauseous.

At the club