Future Ex Fiancée

Giddiness filled my chest as I was sitting down on the couch with my best friend and smiling. I couldn't believe that this was the day, the day when I was about to be betrothed to someone. And that also, someone I really liked. Happiness can't leave me. "Asmita." I was very familiar with this voice by now. This very voice made butterflies dance wild in my stomach, but usually he calls me asmi, but why my name all of a sudden? "Hey." I chirped, pushing back the sudden bitterness. "Can you come with me, garden? I need to talk to you in private." He spoke as he ran his fingers through his hair. He always does that when is stressed. His eyes were blazing with agony. He looked a little confused, angry, very angry. What must have happened? He should be happy. We just got engaged. "Yeah, sure." I flashed him a smile but he was least bothered, he didn't even look at me. He dragged me to the garden, literally held my hand and led me there. What's gotten in to this guy? "Whoa, slow down, my heels—" He instantly slowed down and stopped near a bench and faced me. "I need to tell you something." I nodded, "I know that. What is it?" His eyes suddenly seemed restless, there was anger in them. Did I do something wrong? Whatever it was, it wasn't good. "I am afraid we will have to call off the wedding—" And the ground beneath me shook. "What, why?" I cut him off. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and took a deep breath in irritation. "Hmm let me think. Yes! I don't like you, Asmita, I am just doing this because ma asked. I have always loved someone else, not you. And you already know this". He spoke with a dead tone, with a pure hatred in his eyes. I took a step back in complete disbelief. 'I don't like you. I love someone else' those words rang in my ears as if they were salts rubbing my open wounds. But we have always been friends. I also knew that he didn't love me, he never did. Neither did I. I thought he at least liked me to give this relationship a fair chance. Listening to those painful words from him broke me. Hot tears started clouding my vision. "Then w-why do you a-agree to this marriage?" And why did you convince me to do the same? I screamed my mind but pathetically stammered, still managing to ask the stupid question. "Can't you listen, because ma wanted to, I don't know which spell you put on her." He spoke annoyingly. Looking here and there but me. He was so cold to me. He never was. What happened to him? "Are you blaming all this on me again and you decided not to marry me right after the engagement, I mean—?" I tried to speak my mind but his words stopped mine again. My words made him stop for a moment and look at me. "Listen to me, within a month I'll convince ma that we cannot marry each other, because of our incompatibility, then I'll go my way and you go yours." He calmly spoke as if he had planned all this long back. He had planned to break my heart. This wasn't making any sense to me anymore, "But—" he cut me off again. "I have kept this party as private as possible. No one besides our family knows that we are engaged. I'll make sure the news doesn't leak as well." I just can't believe he was saying this with so much ease. My head started spinning. Everything was too much to sink in. I just couldn't take it anymore, this man had crossed the limit. I bit my lip trying not to mutter those those but they came out eventually, "I hate you virat." I spoke out bitterly and ran out of the place wiping my tears. I never said that to anyone before. Virat was changing my perspective towards men. But he just turned it around. They are all the same. Purely heartless. "I hate you too." That's all I heard.