Page 14 of Reckless Hate

Fuck!

I should hate her.

I do hate her!

Then why the fuck am I having such a reaction towards her presence?

He was still seething with anger when the apartment door opened once again. It was his cousins.

“Whoa, what happened?” Rana asked. “The security downstairs just called asking if there was an attack or some kind of bomb went off in our apartment. They heard a loud crash, and everything went blank.”

Ved looked at his cousins. “Tell them I’ll fix it.”

Abhi frowned. “We don’t give a fuck about the security system, Ved. We want to know what happened. Are you okay?”

He nodded. “I’m fine.” He was just pissed about how Samantha Roy managed to get deep under his skin within a day of entering his life again.

There was momentary silence from his cousins.

“Did you just break into Samantha’s room?” Rana asked.

Ved frowned. He and his cousins were quite intuitive when it came to each other. It was mostly because they grew up more like brothers than cousins. And they were also roommates at Simha who shared every aspect of their lives.

“What did she say?” Abhi asked. “Was she angry? Or did she pretend you are both still friends?”

Ved shook his head with a scoff. The Samantha he knew from childhood was quite expressive. Whenever she was around, the place buzzed with her restless energy and excitement as she spoke about something or the other.

But the new version of her was cold and emotionless. It made him even madder.

“No, she wasn’t angry.”

And she didn’t pretend they were best friends either. It was far from it. The damn female acted as though he had meant nothing. When she had meant everything to him.

He shook his head.What the hell am I thinking?

She means nothing to me now.

His head was nearly exploding with mixed emotions.

“Hey, come on,” Abhi said softly looking at him. “Let’s ride to the beach house for a couple of drinks and dinner. It’ll help you clear your head.”

The Simha family beach house was an hour away from the main campus. He and his cousins often disappeared there when they had a crisis or simply to relax away from the rest of the world. The current situation was considered a crisis.

“All right,” he said. “Let me grab my bike keys.”

He went into his bedroom to pick up his bike keys. On his way, his eyes fell towards one of the pictures on the wall. His heart twisted seeing his mother’s smiling face standing next to him and his father. The picture was taken in New York in front of the Empire State Building. All three of them had their heads completely shaved. Despite having no hair, his mother looked beautiful and radiant. She was beaming into the camera while he and his father had somber expressions with forced smiles.

The picture once again reminded him of the past and the reason why he hated the girl who had once been his friend, his confidant and his everything… until one fateful evening.

“If it was anyone else, we wouldn’t have believed what had happened. But it’s Samantha who saw them, and she wouldn’t lie.”

But Samantha Roy did lie that night. And her one lie destroyed long-held friendships and changed his life forever.

I hate her. And I want her gone from Simha University.

CHAPTER 8

Once again, Samantha had a restless sleep with old memories haunting her. Feeling frustrated, she got up when the sun began to rise and decided to make coffee. Luckily, it wasn’t too early, and she only had a couple of hours before she could catch up with her email and step out for classes.

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