Posted:
May 23
Title: Green Eyed Monster
Pairing: Vidushi/Parth
(Occurs after Mother Knows Best. Which means Sandhir are a couple)
Parth would have laughed at the kissy faces Randhir was making at his phone.
Only if...
He gritted his teeth.
Namit was back.
That dratted idiot was stick to him like a leech, sucking out his life blood.
Aur uper se he's deaf. FITE mein mat ana ka matlab nahi janta bloody...
Woh thik hai, bachpan se hi ek number ka...
He shook his head. Namit was beyond saving, beyond understanding and definitely beyond redemption.
Aur dusri taraf Vidushi.
That girl.
No not girl, woman.
The woman who was his once upon a time.
"We broke up Parth! Get over it, you have no right to tell me what to do with my life. Just like I never had any right on you." Vidushi had yelled in his face minutes ago and stomped off, leaving him with his right arm raked in nail marks.
They were stinging, but not more than the pain in his head.
Where is she?
What is she doing now?
Is she with him?
Parth shook his head.
No.. she wouldn't.
His hands immediatly went to his phone to press the 2.
He'd put her on speeddial.
And then he remembered he'd smashed her phone.
"Are you jealous Parth?" She'd asked, her face mocking but her large eyes full of hope.
He'd scoffed then.
"Me, Jealous? Please. I don't give a damn."
Her face held hurt even as it twisted into a grimace.
"Good, then don't interfere in my life! You are nothing to me."
She'd walked off then, the sound of her heels felt like a slap to his face.
You are nothing to me
Nothing
Nothing.
"Are you jealous Parth?" Sanyukta had asked him as his knuckles turned white in anger, watching Vidushi walk to Namit and be embraced.
He had his hands all over Vidushi, locked at her waist.
"No, I don't care." Parth had hissed.
Randhir had glared at Parth and pulled Sanyukta away.
"Admit it, you are jealous Parth." Randhir said at night, smirking.
"No I'm not. Namit is a bad person, she needs to stay away from him." Parth hit the punching bag so hard it flew off the wall and hit the floor with a thud.
He'd been hitting it for an hour, imagining it was Namit's face. Or his chest. or his Hands.
He wanted to rip that basketcase's hands off as well as other appendages.
And part of him wanted to throw Vidushi into a room and lock her up.
To keep her safe.
"Are you jealous Parthu?" Namit's tone was playful, his eyes shining with cruel mirth.
"She's not your toy Namit, stay the hell away!" Parth'd grabbed his collar.
"Is she your favourite toy then Parth, still don't like to share?" Namit laughed
"I'll kill you if you.." Parth hissed.
"You won't. You are too much of a saint, Tai Chi Baba." Namit had pulled himself out of Parth's grip and smirked "And you know what they say about good guys my hero? Good guys finish last..wait...you are not a good guy to her, not anymore. You are just her annoying ex"
Namit walked away, whistling.
Parth knew that tune.
He despised it.
Jealous
Jealous.
He was
Trying to protect her
Jealous.
He was
Keeping her from harm.
Jealous.
And she was.
His.
She knew it.
He knew it.
He'd never admit he was jealous, he couldn't give her the satisfaction.
But not saying it didn't restrict him from showing it did it?
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