#samliya

Sameer knew even in his inebriated state that this was a bad idea, it was one of his worst. However, his fingers acted of their own accord as he scrolled through his contacts before he found the one he was looking for. He had to blink twice to clear the intoxication from his vision.

Li Li. As in Aaliya Khan. As in the girl who’d managed to ruin his life but also left him craving for something he’d never thought he’d be able to feel again. Not after Nikita, but after seeing her kiss Abhay at the corner store, he felt his heart shatter all over again. Hence, the drinking - he preferred his misery without company.

The dial tone went once, then twice before the familiar crackling of the phone being answered greeted Sameer. “Li Li,” he drawled. “tumhe toh accha lag raha hai na? Kiss Sameer, let him believe that he might have a chance and then crush his fucking heart by hooking up with his best friend?” His tone rose in incredulity. 

Scoff. “Whatever man, Sameer ka toh kaam hai. To become fucking Devdas. Maybe I should change my middle name from Ayush to Devdas. Sameer Devdas Raichand. Has a nice ring to it na?” Hitch. That was when he lost it, both physically and emotionally. The tears streamed down his cheeks as he sunk to his knees, the skin scraping against the gravel as he all but collapsed in the middle of the deserted street. 

"Fuck you," he mumbled half coherently, cutting the call. He didn’t pause to hear Aaliya’s tears on the other end, her pathetic reassurances and he most certainly didn’t hear her confession. The one telling him that she loved him.