Ch-3 Next step?

After the 2 hours class me and my two friends were chilling outside. We were discussing our boyfriends, I mean it's common to talk about our bf or share things about them to our friends.

I couldn't relate to them, they were in a short distance relationship I wasn't. Their bf loves them for who they are, mine wanted to change me. But I love him.

All the way home I was overthinking everything. Obviously every relationship can't be the same. Maybe he genuinely cares about me. Anisha was concerned about me as I wasn't saying anything but she gave me some space.

'Going to take a shower call you in a bit.'

'Mishti listen.' Heart pounding faster than usual, I had a bad feeling about this. 'Yeah? '

'It's been over 2 weeks now how long you want me to wait.'

What the fuck is he talking about.

'What do you mean?'

'Don't act like you know nothing Mishti. We should take things to the next level now. '

I stand stiff.

'Mishti-'

'But how-.... we still minor and I-'

'Don't bring that minor thing in between didn't that age thing come to your mind when you send it to your friend.'

'DON'T BRING MY PAST IN BETWEEN!!.' He knew everything about my past then why, why he saying this.

'Lower your voice, Mishti you know I don't like high voice. Call me when you learn your manners.'

'No-', he hang up the call. Not this again. The phone was thrown across the bed with a great force.

It's been a week since he stopped replying to my texts and calls, he was even ignoring me on the group chats and this was driving me crazy. I felt like everything was my fault, I could have just asked for some time instead of shouting.

Mishti : *sends a photo*

*incoming call from Aman*

With blurry eyes I sat down on the floor.

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'Mishti?'

Hearing his voice I couldn't stop myself no more. I couldn't even say anything before my tears were streaming down my eyes.

'Mish..Mishti-'

'I...he...h-how' I wasn't able to even say anything. Guilt, betrayal, anger, sadness, I was feeling every emotion at the same time.

'Who?.' His voice was shaky as if he would have cried too. But all I wanted way someone to hug me. I just needed a shoulder to cry.

'Cry as much you want Im here. '

Those words were enough to make me cry harder. It was until I couldn't cry anymore. Everything around me seemed to stop. I closed my tired eyes as I couldn't keep them opened anymore.

I could hear his uneven breathing in my left ear as if he was sitting just besides me. I wished he was there.

I finally found the courage to speak as he was waiting there patiently for me to speak up.

'I-', I take a deep breath. 'You r..remember I told you my bf wasn't talking to me right. I...told you the reason was I didn't do what he said. Guess what-...cough'

'Mish-'

'He wanted my nudes.... I wasn't ready so he brought my past in between....gave me silent treatment for a week.'

He was listening everything. I could hear his breath getting heavier.

'I did what he wanted I...cough...loved hi...him.' It hurts so much thinking about all those things. 'His demand increased...i don't wanna do anything....b-blackmail...he has my photo.'

'Who is he?' He spoke softly but the voice sent shivers down my spines.

'Y-your fri-... Aman.'

'Take care of yourself...for me.'

He said something to his colleague and hung up the call.

I was left there sitting on the floor processing everything.