She Broke Up, I Didn’t! I Just Kissed Someone Else!

222 Pages·2013·0.71 MB·English

by  Datta Durjoy

Durjoy Datta

SHE BROKE UP I DIDN’T!
I Just Kissed Someone Else!
Contents
About the Author
Also by Durjoy Datta
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Also in Penguin Metro Reads
Acknowledgements
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Copyright Page
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SHE BROKE UP, I DIDN’T!
Durjoy Datta was born and brought up in New Delhi. He completed a degree in engineering
and business management before embarking on a writing career. His first book, Of Course I
Love You …, was published when he was twenty-one years old and was an instant
bestseller. His successive novels—Now That You’re Rich …, She Broke Up, I Didn’t!, Oh
Yes, I Am Single!, If It’s Not Forever …, Someone Like You—have also found prominence
on various bestseller lists, making him one of the highest-selling authors in India. Durjoy
lives in New Delhi, loves dogs and is an active CrossFitter.
For more updates, you can follow him on Facebook (www.facebook.com/durjoydatta1)
or Twitter (@durjoydatta).
... I Love you Rachu ...
Dear Frnds pls spread this msg until its reach to my rachu
I thinks she knows my name
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Also by Durjoy Datta
Hold My Hand
Till the Last Breath
Of Course I Love You
Till I Find Someone Better
(With Maanvi Ahuja)
Oh Yes, I’m Single!
And So Is My Girlfriend!
(With Neeti Rustagi)
Now That You’re Rich
Let’s Fall in Love!
(With Maanvi Ahuja)
Someone Like You
(With Nikita Singh)
You Were My Crush
Till You Said You Love Me!
(With Orvana Ghai)
If It’s Not Forever
It’s Not Love
(With Nikita Singh)
To the girl who had vodka bottles stashed
under her bed
Prologue
The days were long. Long as they had never been. The air was still in the room. Nothing
moved. It had been three days since I had locked myself in. It had been three days since I
had broken up with Avantika. I read a page from my old diary, from three years back, where
I used to recount every important day of my life, and the first time I had met Avantika was
one of them.
There were other people in that incident, who were no longer in my life, but Avantika
was and she always will be.
I guess …
September 2007
Today was a day when I spent most of my time with my eyes and mouth wide open. Avantika had just
landed and my best friend wanted me to meet her.
I was told that Avantika had been in rehab for her drugs and alcohol problem but that was more than
a year back. I had already started imagining Avantika as a leather-jacketed gothic chick with metal
piercings and black nail paint.
And then, there she was …
That could have been the last thing I remembered from today had I had a weak heart. I had passed
out for a few seconds for sure. My heart skipped a beat or maybe it just stopped beating altogether. I
was choking. My stomach churned. I felt the blood rush down to the ends of my arteries and then
burst out. I could feel my brain imploding. I was going to die and I was sure.
She is breathtakingly beautiful! She is a dream. Even better, you could not even dream of
something so perfect. Plastic surgeons still cannot rival God, I thought.
She is so hard to describe. Those limpid, constantly wet black eyes and melancholic face screamed
for love. The moonlight that reflected off her perfectly sculpted cheekbones seemed the only light
illuminating the surroundings. Somebody stood with a blower nearby to get her long, black hair to
cover her face so that she could look sexier flicking it away from her eyes. She has the big eyes of a
month-old child—big and screaming for attention—a perfectly drafted nose, flawless bright pink lips
and a smooth, pale complexion that would put Photoshop to shame.
Oh hell, she is way out of my league.
She was a goddamn goddess or she was the devil. She could not possibly be human.
I just could not look beyond her face.
I was not seeing right, I was not hearing right. I was just lost in the reflecting pools in those
beautiful eyes. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would pop out of my chest any moment. She
asked me how I was doing; her voice was music to my ears.
Drugs? Alcohol? Leather? She would not even know all that. I did see the remnants of a piercing
just above her left eyebrow, and sure enough, a tattoo peeked out from under her sleeve: a red swastik
sign. I told myself it was just a dream and I didn’t just see the prettiest girl ever.
I managed to answer her in what seemed like my fourth attempt at speaking after the first three
ended in some soundless flapping of my tongue. It was a strange feeling—I was nervous, shit nervous.