32. Anaya is the Culprit

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Shaam hai
Jaam hai
Aur hai nasha
Tann bhi hai
Mann bhi hai
Pighla huaa

。⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠。

Vincita Mansion, Edinburgh, Scotland

Shubhveer's pov

5 days.

5 fucking goddamn days

She didn't talk for 5 days!

I am dieing to hear her voice.

I am legit dieing for her to atleast speak a word.

She wasn't even eating food.

I managed to make her eat a little by saying that even I won't eat if she doesn't.

But she didn't speak.

She didn't even blink her eyes.

I hugged all her night, but she did not sleep.

At 6:30 in the morning she slept, but woke up at 8.

She didn't cry.

She didn't speak.

At least she should cry.

She should let her emotions out.

If she doesn't cry, how would she be okay?

Kahaan kho gayi hai meri jaan..

My anger issues increase with every single passing day.

I can't help but destroy things.

The urge to draw out someone's blood just increases rapidly in me.

I open the door of Anaya's room and saw that her caretaker was combing her hair.

"I'll do it" I say to her and she leaves.

I put the tray of fruits in-front of her and start combing her hair.

She does not react.

"Sohneyo.." I say with a lot of love.

Like always, no reply.

"I know you won't talk to me or tell me anything"

While making her to speak, I had asked some questions in a loving manner to her.

A way that won't traumatise her.

Politely.

"I just want you not to speak anything in-front of that officer today meri jaan."

Because that officer won't be polite and loving like me.

He would behave with her exactly the way I behave with other culprits during interviews.

And now I feel how they might feel.

I will be there with her. Ofcourse I won't leave her with that man alone.

Even if to save Anaya's reputation I couldn't stop this interview, I did my ways and got the letter that the interview would be held in my presence.

"Putt you need energy na, please eat this.." I say and pick a slice of guava for her and put it near her mouth.

"Just one"

She doesn't look at me.

"Please, mere khatir"

She slowly opens her mouth and eats.

But doesn't speak.

"One more-"

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