Romans & histoires Vicky Aisha Leaked

~~~ASHLEY'S POV~~~ My manicured nails dug into my palms as I watched that bitch mother on the livestream. Every word out of her fucking mouth made my blood boil as she sounded like nothing more than a bitch trying to get some cheap pity from the public. I was sure all she was saying was nothing but lies. The rumors are definitely true and she's trying to make them sympathize with her. Yes, I was the one that leaked it out. I wanted to give those two motherfuckers some engagement presents for what they did to me. That was why I did all that.

H e asked m e i n a kind off helpless tone. Suddenly h e lifted himself and I literally jumped when I fealt something hard poking o n m y vagina. I gasped and looked a t him wide eyes. "What's that Laksh....?" I asked i n horror and put m y hand down to expect what i s there. I touch something hard and Laksh literally jumped a t that. "Fuck !! Aashirya what are you doing....?" H e said i n a loud voice which make m e more worried about him.

Aisha cried with so much force that pulled all the viens in her head. "Come here" Mutiat brought her hands forward so Aisha could hug her. But there was something wrong. Why was Mutiat not surprised? Did she know? "Why're you not surprised? This is unlike you. Did you know about this? Did you send those pictures and texts" Aisha pushed Mutiat hands away. "I didn't send any picture or text but I knew about it. Actually Ajoke told me about it. But we couldn't tell you. I couldn't tell you. I thought Dami would...you know,find a way to tell you somehow... I'm sorry,best friend"

he regreted a bit. A few days later, Vicky was astonished to discover that his failed meeting actually had unexpectedly showcased his genuine character and personality. Ashley, one of Vicky's former girlfriends, had approached Sara's parents, determined to sabotage the engagement with her treacherous design. Ashley was too sharp mind girl, nothing could be expecred from her.

She nodded her head in agreement, and Arjun's team started to track the address. “You're not Pashika? Who are you?”, Vicky asked her in his trembling voice. "Vicky, Thank you so much. You know why because of you, I'm so strong today. Indeed, I'm not Pashika but unfortunately, I am Pashika. I'm not that weak Pashika Sinha but I'm a strong Pashika Arjun Kashyap", Pashika said her eyes glowing with hate and revenge. “You ruined me. You abused me, molested me. Fiona used my friendship. She also betrayed me. Both of you are bastards. The dog of Vikranth, right?", Pashika said to him.

I ask. I’m the one who should be pissed. He kissed me just moments ago. I don’t even want to turn and look back to see if Vicky has got his attention. It never takes her long. I wish I had some of her confidence with men. Then maybe I wouldn’t spill my drinks on them. “Nothing,” Aisha says, but I can hear the bitterness in her voice. “Forget them all. We’re here to have fun.” She starts dancing again and I decide to join her.

From Ria, the professor, Johnny and randos I know not. Having no particular use for the phone, my finger, by its own sheer will goes to Vicky's page. I- I mean, it swipes and scrolls through all his pictures. I let my eyes linger on some more than others. One of them being him posting the sluttiest picture in social media history. I know that's an exaggeration but that's how I feel. Vicky is clad in thongs, that is visible through the netty pantyhose he has on. There are fur boots on his feet that match the fur jacket on. I shamelessly save the pictures. All 13 of them.

Vicky’s voice floated in. “Come in,” I said, and Vicky burst through, holding a scrap of black lace that made my eyes widen. “Guess what I found, girl!” “What the—” I stared at the lingerie, all sheer and rhinestone-studded. “Vicky, the fuck! We’re not….. we’re not having sex!” She cackled, waving it like a flag. “Oh, please, Cin! You two talkin’ ‘bout apologizin’ for that day? What went down, huh? Spill!”