Kapitel 14: Mr. Wrong!

Priyanka stared at him. Was he cracking a joke? They met yesterday at the tavern and today, he behaved like they just met for the first time.

She rubbed her neck, wishing he could be joking. "We met yesterday at my working place. I gave you back your phone back, do you remember?"

"Oh...I forgot." Was the only reply, she got from him. Priyanka shook her head in pity wondering if he was the same man, she had met last night. he did not look different but his brain was damaged including his heart.

"How will you forget everything, each time we meet?"

"Because I did not find them important," Karan said, sitting on his bike. he was going to take off soon, which means he did not want to continue conversing with her.

"What do you mean?" Priyanka laughed, even though she was hurting. Her hands were shaking so were her lips.

"A simple advice for you. Whatever happened last night should be forgotten" He bends over, staring deeply into her eyes. "I was a little drunk yesterday. Forgive my recklessness."

Before she could say another word, the bike started and he zoomed off the like winter breeze. Priyanka felt humiliated. Who did he think he was?

The doctor was not handsome yet he carried his shoulders up like he had a fine face. To hell with him, if the high society girls saw him as a handsome man then he should also get it that she was the most beautiful girl in the area.

If she happens to join the Miss World contest, she would surely get the crown... Priyanka knew she was beautiful and dashing. Many men had sworn that her beauty was irresistible.

She teetered in tears and anger as she ran back to the house. When Kamala asked her what she discussed with the doctor, she said it was not important.

It was not important, yet she found herself leaning against the door of her room. Her heart throbbed within her rigs that she wished they would have never met in the first place.

What even made her change her mind about him?

On the first day they met, Priyanka despised him a lot. she even prayed to God that they never get to see each other again. So what happened to that prayer? Why the change of her mind? Was this because of the twenty minutes drive, he gave her yesterday?

Many questions ran through her mind. She dialed Zara's number using Kamala's phone. If there was someone that would understand her better, then it was her best friend.

When she picked, Priyanka told her to come over, she was in pain. In less than forty minutes, she heard Zara's voice in the living room. Just like the wind that embraced the mullayangiri mountains, she traveled rather fast.

The door opened and a young woman of twenty years old entered the room. Her red hair was carefully groomed and tied into a ponytail style. She wore a black caftan and a white hijab hung on her shoulders.

Priyanka knew that she removed it when she got to the house.

"Priya..." Zara spread her hands wide for a big hug. Just like she had expected, Priyanka rushed into her arms and started sobbing."oh...mine. you are going to kill me one day of these days.

"Then you will be free of this frustrating friendship" she replied.

Zara smiled. She helped her to sit on the bed after they break away from each other. Priyanka was not a crying baby. Whatever happened to her must have been serious.

She thought something happened to aunt Kamala or Krish but they were fine.

"What happened, dear? I was very worried after receiving your call."

Priyanka who sat with one of her legs on the bed wiped her tears before looking up. She broke into tears again.

"You are killing me with curiosity now, daughter of Mr. Kapoor" Zara was worried. "Did you provoke your teacher again?" The last time, they spoke, she missed the competition because of some stranger who splashed mud on her dress.

"No. Miss Srita has forgiven me" Priyanka answered, rubbing my palms on her face. She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly through her mouth "You remember the stranger I told you about?"

"The one that made you miss your competition?" Zara asked, pointing at her.

She nodded in confirmation. If not him then who? Priyanka adjusted herself on the bed and continued "yes it's him. He left his phone in the leather jacket and his mother told me to return it to him. I didn't want to but I ended up doing it."

"That's a good act, Priyanka. The phone Isn't yours, I did not see the reason why you wanted to keep it" Zara told her.

"Thank goodness, I changed my mind and handed it to him. We met at the tavern..." She noticed her friend's facial expression. She did not like the word 'tavern' because it was not a holy place. "I mean the dancing house. He was so nice to me, we became friends."

"Aah... aah..." Zara winked at her. She was thinking that they were seeing each other as couples.

Priyanka rolled her eyes, hissing at her. She misinterprets things quickly. The stranger was the last man she would date on Earth. "He thanked me and drove me home. I walked from the street of your house down to my mine

Guess who I saw?"

"Pintu?"

"No, not him. It was Atharva."

"Which of the Atharva? Is it the one that I know?" Zara was surprised. He had disturbed Priyanka's life for years. When they heard he was in prison, they were relieved. "Oh Allah...not again."

"I told him to leave and he did. Mother said he came to see Krish and not me" Priyanka added, rubbing her palms together. "You know doctor Karan, he was going to visit us today, so mother told me about it last night. But I woke up quite late."

"Yes, I know him. He owns the clinic where my mom works. They said he is a very rich man but I haven't seen him before" Zara closed her eyes and smiled.

Priyanka chuckled. Her friend was crushing on the worst human. "This morning, some one knocked on the door, guess who it was."

"Doctor Karan."

"Pttf... Zara" she slapped her head, gently looking at her. There was nothing left in that brain except for doctor Karan. But it was him. The other him... "It was the stranger. I found out that he is also the doctor."

Zara's eyes widened in shock as she drew closer for more details. This was like one of the Bollywood movies, she watched. The female lead meets with her hero for the first time under a harsh situation. Days later, they settle and start liking each other. Then, he appears at her door...boom! Marry me, female lead!

"He treated me badly, Zara. Doctor Karan is not who you think he is" Priyanka found herself shedding more tears for the stranger. " May he encounter an accident on his way..."

"Shhhh..." Zara hugged her again. "I don't know why you keep meeting with the wrong men."

Yes! Those were the perfect words to describe the cold-hearted punk called doctor Karan. He was Mr. Wrong.