Fariya's pov
My heart thudded against my chest as i came inside my room, locking the door from inside.
What in the hell just occurred?
Once again, Dayyan kissed me. He has always been like this. Like before he used me. Dayyan loves to see me in pure agony. I am his toy, something he plays with.
More tears fell from my eyes as the bitter reality dawned on me. Dayyan was a nobody to me, yet i always, always gave into his charms. I knew he wasn't solely on fault, I use to enjoy it fairly but he always always put me in situations like these. He knows my little heart just beats for him. He knows i love him that i am always ready to do anything for him and he takes advantage of it. He exactly knows how to play his cards right.
I wanted to go back and slap some sense into him. He was usi
