Todos los capítulos de The demo FR: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

"I don't want it back. It's yours," he resented. "No, it's not. I'll hand it over to you tomorrow at the same time, same spot. Now, I need to leave since we are getting late for our class," I uttered and rushed away without even waiting for his reply. My friends followed me in bewilderment. They did not question me anything since they could sense, that I was not in a disposition to talk. I knew, I had to tell them everything but I needed some solitude currently. I told them everything, that evening and lied to them that I had no feelings left for Wang. The next morning, he was already waiting for me at the same location. I told my friends that I needed to meet him alone and they must continue moving towards the college. "Hi," he said sluggishly. He looked as if he had been weeping all night. I grew worried for him but did not wish to reveal it to him. "Here i

Four months had elapsed, since that incident. A lot had changed in my life. After completing my second year of graduation, I shifted to a house, as a paying guest, for the final year. I had to leave the hostel, as I could no longer tolerate the everyday naggings and gossips. I had to move on in my life and for that I needed a reform in my environment. One good thing, about heart break was that I scored exceedingly well, in my second year exams. I befriended many of my housemates and had started to prepare for my law entrance. Everything had changed but every now and then, I still missed Wang and our endless talks. Living in this house, I felt like a bird who had recently obtained freedom after long captivity. I could, go anywhere I wanted to and just had to return before 9 pm. The land lady of the house was a woman in her early thirties and was extremely benevolent. It was a five minutes' walk from the house to our college and we strolled in huge groups, chit ch

Another one month passed and I had not met Wang after the last episode. I notwithstanding everything, I missed him a profoundly. I often did regret, rebuffing to patch up with him that day. My semester exams were about to begin and I was studying diligently for them. My room just overlooked the main gate and it was a separate structure from, the rest of the house. So, one night at around 10 pm, I was studying in my room all alone and was desperately waiting for the pizza, I had ordered. Samantha had gone to her home town, to visit her family. The main door's bell rang and I rushed to the gate, with the wallet in my hand. I handed over the money to the delivery boy and took the pizza. As I opened my room's door, I perceived somebody was standing behind me. I turned back and recognized Wang, putting on the delivery boy's cap. I was petrified and had no other option but to push him inside my room. "Have you gone mad? Do you

The current day… One month has advanced, since I had initiated writing this book. The wedding day is coming closer and the nervousness was escalating every day. Most of the things were on the verge of getting concluded. Regardless of everything, I was skeptical about this marriage. Mom and dad were really delighted at my decision. They really adored my fiancé and all the arrangements were being processed for a big fat Indian wedding. Every day I had second thoughts about tying the knot. Was I doing the right thing? My life had been a typical roller coaster, with plenty of ups and downs. Finally this marriage was supposed to yield some stability in my life. But, I was still terror-stricken of the past. What happened with me before might befall again. This conviction tormented me, every single day. Just then I heard a scratch on my room's door. My cute little "Scooby", a golden retriever sprinted inside and leaped on me. How much

"They sure have guts to do that," I commented, looking at my friends who were dancing happily with unknown guys. "That's what we are here for," a friend replied. "Yeah, but I can't even dance without stepping on my own foot. Forget about dancing with somebody else," I chuckled. Then I perceived, she did not even listen to me and was gawking at a guy sitting on the neighboring couch. He promptly got up from his seat and ambled towards our table. "Oh my God! Is he coming over to ask me?" I panicked. "Not you silly! It's me," my friend chided. He came forward and held out his hand to her. She speedily obliged and they both advanced towards the dancing area, hand in hand. I heaved a sigh of relief. But, at this pace, all my friends will be taken and I'll be the only one sitting here in the corner, I wondered. I needed to at least look up and