Avni was cold. She felt so cold and lost and everything negative. She was drowning in her sorrow, her mind's tempest tossing her about, with just the plain darkness in sight. How did she manage to feel so low? Neil was the reason. She couldn't understand why he would whisper sweet nothings in her ears as she lay on his chest one night, then the next he would give her the cold shoulder.

It was enough. Avni wouldn't be like her mother. Her mother was a pitiful figure, who loved Avni's father so much that it blinded her from his intentions: he wasn't going to marry her, but only use her. Avni promised herself she wouldn't be like her, but when she saw Neil, she had the first taste of love and it drove her crazy. She understood how her mother felt. For the first time, she could understand all those love struck couples, whom she'd previously sneered at. Neil drove her absolutely crazy. She couldn't think straight whenever Neil was involved. She knew it was unhealthy, but the overwhelming sense of want, overrode her rationale.

But now as she sat, devastated in the dark, in the familiar warmth of her room, she felt cold. Neil wouldn't be hers after tonight. Neil would become Riya's. And Riya would become Neil's. The thought burnt Avni from the inside. The worst part was that she could imagine Riya in Neil's arms exactly how he had held her only days ago, their eyes fixed lovingly on each other. Neil would forget her. No, he couldn't. She wouldn't let her.