Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (good books to read for 12 year olds TXT) 📗

Immediately I call all the influential people of this city and tell them to lock this city. At first they didn't agreed but when I used my father's name they instantly agreed. I had never used my father's name in my business.

I just hope where ever she is, she is safe and sound. I take my car keys and roam in the whole city asking random people about her like foolish person as most of the people already know her as the daughter in law of great The Raj Malhotra and wife of Malhotra empire's heir Vihaan Malhotra.

Fuck this can make her life more dangerous. Fuck fuck fuck.

I immediately call Liam, head of all police departments of this city. "Did you find anything?"

"Sir we have already checked every means which can allow one person to go out of the city but from every place only one answer came and that is 'no'....... Wait sir I just got a mail and you need to come to pike Street fast."

Immediately I start my car and drive towards the pike Street. I hope that they have my disha. And this time I would make sure to take more precautions and avoid getting her pregnant. I would tell her to have a sterilisation operation. I should have had it done after marriage only. I reached the pike street in fifteen minutes. I pace towards Liam. He is standing near a headlight.

I pat his back.

"Sir you came fast...."

"Cut the shit and tell me what you found. Did you find her?" I ask impatiently. I don't have the patience to listen to his blabbering.

"My man found this." He gives me a paper which has my name written on the top with her name in the end.

"We didn't read it. We will be in our car."

I don't acknowledge him as he leaves me with this letter. My hands are shaking. I walk towards my car and get settle in my seat. I know her handwriting. She has wrote it. But she could have come to me to tell whatever she wanted why did she wrote a letter?

Realisation dawned on me. She doesn't want to meet me. She doesn't want to see my face. She....she doesn't wants to come near me.

A water drop falls on the paper signalling that I am crying. I am becoming a crying mess. I unfold the paper and start reading it with a heavy heart and dreading what must have written in it.

Vihaan,

I know that you must have found this letter and reading it but till then I would be away from you. Don't worry I am fine. I have met someone who was ready to help me. I am sorry for leaving you but I can't see you or....more precisely we can't be together vihaan. Your love has turned toxic vihaan. This love of your hurts me. In past I used to forgive you but for this I can never.... forgive you. I still am not able to digest that you have taken away the thing which we both .....created. I thought about forgiving you but I can't seem to do it.

You know Bhai always used to say that you are extreme for me, he had even warned me on our wedding night but I didn't listened but today I...... regret it. I regret not listening to him. But I don't regret loving you. I wish I could have known that I am pregnant before you then I think I would have made you understand. I thought I could handle your extremeness but guess what I can't.

I love you vihaan and will always do. No one can come in my heart except you but I can't be with you. I still don't know how I will live without you but I will try. I will try. I am sorry vihaan but I can't keep my promise.

Please don't cry vihaan.

From love,
Disha.

How can I not cry? How can I not cry dishaaa?

"How can I not cry, dishaaaaaa?" I shout crumbling the paper in my hand. Tears are not stopping.

Was it so simple for her to leave me?

My love hurts her?

My love has turned toxic?

I make a ball of myself and push my head in the crook of my legs. The only sound in the car is my crying sound. She left me. She left me. She left me alone.

Did she even loved me? Was all the love was fake just like her promise? She didn't even came to see me. She didn't turned around. She doesn't loves me. She never loved me. It was all fake. She was fake, her love was fake, her promises were fake, everything was fake.

What dose she regret? Marrying me? She doesn't mean it, I know it.

I remove my head and see everyone busy in their own life. I wipe my eyes clean of tears. I start my car and drive towards home. A home without her. A home which I made to live with her. I turn the car in a different direction. I can't go to that mansion. My sight became hazy letting me know that I am again crying.

I am driving in random direction taking whatever turns coming in my direction. I can hear my phone ringing but I don't check it. I am in no mood to talk with anyone. But still I move my eyes to the screen wanting her name to be flashing on the screen but find dad's name. Suddenly her words starts repeating in my head.

This love of yours hurts me.

This love of yours hurts me.

This love of yours hurts me.

Suddenly I lost the control of the car. I try to get it in control but fail. I move from left to right. I can hear people shouting something but don't understand it. Suddenly everything stops but the words don't stop repeating. They keep repeating. My eyes gets heavy so I let them close thinking that this would let the words to stop repeating.

"Vihu."

"Vihu."

"Vihu."

I hear my name been called. A name which was used by a small Disha in the past as her small self used to find it hard to take my whole name. I open my eyes and come face to face with a small Disha.

"Vihu you promised me that you will not leave me alone but you left me to go to that party. I was waiting for you for whole night."

"What about me? You also left me alone." I want to say it but it never came out of my mouth as my throat is not listening to me. The tears keeps rolling out of my eyes.