Dilupakan Kekasih Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 Ye Dil bhi badi kambakht cheez hain Jise ye khona nahi chahti Woh uska hona nahi chahta Jise iski talash hain dilo jaan se pyar hai Ise uska hone se aitraz hain ~Ankita Ghosh (this heart is an idiot whom she wants to be her he doesn't want her and who love her with his everything she doesn't want to be his)

"Mas lumala lang ang nangyari diba? Bakit hindi natin pag-usapan Khael. After all I've been your friend too, and I still am." Umiling siya at tinitigan ako. "I felt like wala na akong kakampi. Pakiramdam ko puro nalang kamalasan ang nangyayari sa akin. My family aren't the same anymore. I felt like their love is gone, I can't feel them anymore. Then you broke up with me ... you let me go...you gave up on me."

Then, she frowned and let out an annoyed sigh. “You’re overthinking it! That day, at the event, he spilled some wine on his clothes. I just helped him wash it. It was just a small favor! I planned to come home right after I saw your comment, but Yulan got drunk and wouldn’t let me leave. I had no choice!” She had always known exactly what mattered to me. She understood everything but never bothered to explain or think about my feelings. “Jared, now that we’ve cleared up the misunderstanding, can you please stop sulking?”

She huffed in anger, her face scrunched up as she thinks of ways on how she could convince Casimir to back out from the arranged marriage. “Woah, chill there, Dalmi! It’s not like you didn’t want to share a bed with him at all? You could’ve not done it!” Jackie defended. “And don’t you like that man? The deal is to get impregnated and call off the wedding! You like Casimir, if you ever get pregnant then what’s the point of calling it–” “I no longer like Casimir, Jackie! That was for ages and all I wanted, for now, is freedom!” Dalmi shook her head and messed her hair. “You don’t understand!” she ended the line and took a bath.

“I have no interest in getting married anytime soon.” “Why? Because you got dumped?” The question made Rakia choke. Dastan stares at Rakia, who is trying to calm down. “So it’s true, huh?!” “What?” asked Raki angrily. “About you getting dumped.” Dashtan spoke without sin at all. Rakia exhaled in an attempt to calm herself from the surging emotions. “Yes, that’s true. So what?” Rakia gave Dashtan a slightly sharp look. “It’s okay, maybe you need a distraction from the pain you’re feeling. I can help.”

I asked for sure. "Hmmm, I don't know. I feel like I miss you. Grisella? I want you to keep your promise. I mean, I want to make my wish now?" said Dennis. I remembered my promise, "okay, tell me. I've been waiting for that for a long time, "I replied. Dennis paused for a moment and returned to speak with his voice that sounded doubtful "me. You know I like you, right? You know I love you, grisella. The thing I want the most is to be your lover. But I know it will be hard for you to grant. So consider this a simple request from me, can you be a day lover tomorrow for me?" asked Dennis

I was tired and did not want this to continue. Britney was still talking on the phone. "Shawn is exhausted. Sonia, stop being unreasonable. Can't you make things a little easier for him?" I calmly replied, "Tell him the wedding is canceled. I don't want to marry him anymore."

"I just can't it's impossible for me to love anyone" "Okay fine!" "Yea" "So why did you act like that today?" "I don't know" "Hmm" "There's just this thing about him I can't lay my hand on!" "Well if you can't you better forget him" "...." "That dude..hmm....what's his name?" "Dilan" "Di....can..." "Mm" "Well, Dilan doesn't look like someone who you know..." "...." "He's like you scary but worst in a way"

“So you don’t want her because she rejected her mate?” “Yes. She and Khalid are alike in that way. Maybe they should get together while you remain with me. What do you think?” Dilan smiled. His smiling always disarmed me in a way that was hard to explain. “I think you’re crazy.” There was a chuckle. “Well, I want you to think about my offer instead.” “I just thought about it,” I said, looking thoughtfully at the window. “Yes? What’s your deci—“ “No.” “Very well.”