Athulya's POV
"Hey, a new chick there. Come," a voice called out, drawing my attention to a group of kids gathered nearby.
"What's your name?" questioned another voice, the tone laced with skepticism.
"Athulya," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the unease creeping over me.
"Too arrogant to survive here. No worries, we will work on it," came the dismissive response, accompanied by snickers from the group.
Ignoring their comments, I continued walking forward, casting glances at the curious eyes of the other children around me. It seemed like everyone was sizing me up, trying to place me in this unfamiliar environment.
"Be careful, baby," someone whistled with an amused tone, causing me to turn back just in time to catch sight of a rope stretched across my path. Before I could react, I stumbled and fell to the ground, my uniform becoming dust-covered, and my knee throbbing with pain from the impact. Blinking back tears, I pushed myself up, refusing to let them see my vulnerability.
"Why did you do it?" I questioned, my voice tinged with frustration and hurt as I folded my hands across my chest, facing the tall boy who seemed to be at the center of it all. He was surrounded by other girls and boys, none of whom appeared Indian like me.
"What did you say? Huh? Repeat it again," he taunted, pushing me back with a smirk playing on his lips. Though his shove wasn't too forceful, it ignited a fiery determination within me, and my fingers curled into a tight fist.
"D-don't push me," I warned, trying to hold my ground despite the fear gnawing at me.
"Oho, what will you do? See, I am pushing you again, and again," he mocked, advancing towards me with deliberate steps. With a final shove, he sent me sprawling backward, my body hitting the ground with a thud.
Gritting my teeth against the pain shooting through my knees, I pushed myself up, my gaze locked with his as I closed the distance between us. Without a second thought, I swung my fist, landing a solid punch on his face. He stumbled back, clutching his cheek in shock, and for a moment, the laughter from the group fell silent.
Ignoring their stunned expressions, I turned away and continued walking ahead. Despite the beauty of the surroundings, with a shimmering swimming pool in the distance, I couldn't shake the ache of longing for my parents. Already, I missed Mamma and Dadda more than words could express.
As I sat beside the pool, dipping my feet into the cool water, memories flooded my mind like a relentless tide. I traced the reflection of my figure in the rippling surface, the image distorted by the turmoil within me.
"Dadda, I promise, I will never fight again. I'll be a good girl, I'll never cause any mischief. Please..." My voice trembled with emotion as tears streamed down my cheeks.
"No, you've lost that chance. It's only been a few years since you started school, and every school has given you a transfer certificate," echoed the stern voice of my father, his words a heavy verdict.
"I'm sorry, Mamma. Please don't send me away. I won't disturb you anymore, I promise. Please... I don't want to go... please," I pleaded desperately, my heart breaking with each rejection.
"You're going, and that's final. Nothing more to say. Go to your room right now!" My father's voice was firm, final, crushing my hopes with its authority.
"Dadda, please... please... mat bhejo mujhe boarding school,please dadda, see I-i am trying, I-i am trying to be a g-good girl, please mat bhejo na" My pleas fell on deaf ears as their resolve remained unyielding, sealing my fate.
The haunting memories were abruptly interrupted as a strong hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me backward into the water. Panic surged through me as I struggled against the suffocating grip, gasping for air that refused to fill my lungs.
"You deserve this, bitch," his voice hissed with venom as darkness closed in around me, the water swallowing my cries for help.
"Mmm... mm... aah..." I choked on water, my attempts to break free growing weaker with each passing moment.
The water embraced me like a cold, unforgiving embrace, the echoes of my past blending with the present torment.
I can feel water entering in my nostrils, my actions are getting weak.
I can't breath. I can't do this anymore.
My eyes opened as I felt water over my face. And I realised it was just a nightmare. A nightmare of my haunted reality,
"Get up, you lazy head." Vihan tried pulling the blanket away from my hold but failed.
"Umm... let me sleep, na... you... ass"I murmured.
"Half-brain, it's already 8 o'clock, and Bhai is getting late."
"Good... s... say... him... to... r-request... me, I will... consider... getting up."
"You know what? I will take away your phone, then see how you sleep."
"Try me..." I opened half my eyes and waited until his hands reached for my phone, a proud smirk covering his face as he saw no reaction from my side.
He was a fool to think that.
And with a swift motion, he landed on his butt on the marble floor, while I corrected my hair, yawning as I got up. Messing with me? Nah! That's like messing with the devil in my head.
"Aaahh..." He groaned in pain, and I knelt to his level, picking up my phone and dusting it off.
"Don't you have a brain?"He asked and I chuckled watching him , rubbing his elbow in pain.
"I shouldn't have done that." I made a pout, showing my regret.
"At least you admitted it."
"I mean to say, I should have snatched my phone first. This poor box is worth more than you. I can't risk breaking any of its bones." I smirked, picking up my phone and dusting it off.
"You ungrateful girl, at least help me get up."
"As you say, old man." I offered him my hand, but I regretted it when I ended up on the floor. This jerk!
"How was that, Miss Annabelle?" He chuckled, but a devilish thought crawled into my mind. Make me fall? Huh? Now, face the consequences!
"Ma...ouch.."
Well, even I knew that Ma must be busy and wouldn't come, but my brothers came indeed.
"What happened, Aashu?" Aarav Bhai asked, innocence covering my face.
"He pushed me off the bed to wake me up, aah... my back..." I was proud of my acting skills at this moment; it was worth watching.
He walked towards me and helped me up, giving a death stare to Vihan. Poor Mystery Man!
"Don't you have a brain, Vihan? Is this how you wake someone? What if something had happened? Act a bit responsibly. She had surgery a few weeks ago, and you're pushing her. At least have some concern for your sister." Then, he turned to me. "Is it hurting much? Should I get some spray?"
"No, no, it's fine... just a bit..."
"Okay, get ready. You have to go for a checkup today. Be careful," he said and left the room, followed by Vihan.
And Sanki was standing there at the door, watching the scene the whole time. Sometimes, I can't understand this man; he's such a softie and cold-hearted at different times. A bipolar man!
"You pushed him first, right?" He walked towards me with same nonchalant face.
Is he like a CCTV? He knows everything!
"Yes, because he disturbed me."
"Is this how you behave?" He asked folding his hands and I copied the same, standing on my tiptoes to match his height.
"Yes, this is what I have been taught till now. But if you want me to make any amendments, then tell me, and I will try." Although I had no intentions to speak things, even I knew now that I had taken the conversation in the wrong direction.
So, it means we are going to fight again.
But he didn't say anything, while I kept waiting for his response. I wanted him to say something in his defense, any lame excuse would have worked but he didn't opened his mouth.
"Memories are something that can never be erased, even if you try. The present can never continue without the past. When you have something to judge someone with, then it is not going to be easy, not for both of them." Saying this, I left him alone with his guilt.
I know I am rude. I know I am a bitch. But was he even one percent right there when he tortured me brutally? He needs to understand, and he needs to earn my forgiveness.
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We were peacefully enjoying our breakfast when my phone rudely interrupted the tranquility with its Sigma ringtone. All eyes turned to me, and I couldn't help but focus on the foreign number flashing on the screen, from Italy. It must be that jerk Leonardo. As my phone continued to buzz incessantly, Vihan slyly pressed his shoe against my foot, prompting me to twist his fingers in retaliation, all while maintaining a polite smile. It was our silent battle amidst the chaos of the ringing phone.
Suddenly, Vihan rose from his chair and strolled over to my side. Our arms accidentally collided, causing my phone to slip from my grasp and crash to the ground. Darn it! This fool!
I glanced up at Vihan as he casually knelt down to inspect the damage, his voice barely above a whisper. "Bhai was hovering over your phone. Don't forget to thank me later." With that, he handed me my phone, and I realized that both my elder brothers were now standing beside me.
Hopefully, they hadn't noticed anything suspicious. But now my phone was rendered useless.
"Couldn't you have been more careful, Vihan?" I scolded, my smile bubbling beneath the surface. I can really try my luck at acting, it's like am expert at everything.
"Uh... sorry, it was a mistake," he muttered, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
Finally, breakfast came to an end, leaving me to mourn the death of my phone. With a heavy sigh, I headed out, knowing I had appointments with both the doctor and therapist today. But the main point was that they had decided not to visit Chachi but to see some other therapist, citing that Chachu might not approve. Whatever! I was fed up with therapists anyway. Today, I resolved not to say a word.
"Ready?" I turned back to see my whole bunch of siblings, or I should say particularly my brothers, coming out. Were they going somewhere?
"Where are you all going?" I asked as I opened the car door.
"With you!" Both Yuvaan and Vihan chirped simultaneously. Great! Were these four idiots all going to tag along with me?
"Bhai, ale you a fool? Don't you know that no one can go inside a thelapist's cabin?" Rudransh spoke up, and I realized this little cutie had more brains than his dumbass brother.
(Bhai, are you a fool? Don't you know that no one can go inside a therapist's cabin?)
"They are Rudra , don't you know? I knew some fool people never attended any school just roamed around on the name of study, in America." Aarushi said, smirking in Vihan's way.
"Don't act oversmart."
"Huh, thele's no point in acting smalt in flont of dumbass people. They'll still remain dumb," Ansh said, smacking his forehead with his palm. But the word "dumbass" caught everyone's attention. I was dead. Why Ansh? I never taught you that word. Stop copying me!
(Huh, there's no point in acting smart in front of dumbass people. They'll still remain dumb)
"It seems this wrong influence virus is spreading rapidly in our house," Veer remarked before settling into the passenger seat and raising his eyebrows at me.
"Ansh, you can use the word 'donkey' instead of that. Some people here have a problem with the word 'dumbass' Maybe they imagine themselves hearing it." I smirked and took my window seat, determined to claim it before the three men outside started fighting over it.
I was casually looking out the window when my eyes fell on someone in particular. An Italian, and as he turned, I knew it was Alessandro.
"Asshole!" I murmured under my breath, quickly turning my face away, only to find my brothers glancing at me, while Daniel was laughing.
"See, we're not in the mood to fight with any random person just because you're cursing them out for no reason," Aarav Bhai spoke, and I realized anyone would think I was cursing them if I shouted like that.
"I'll announce that I don't know who she is," Vihan spoke, and I pressed my heels into his shoes. Hopefully, it hurt him.
Okay! Fine, next time use simple slangs in front of your brothers.
"This is unfair yaar, you're all on your phones and this ass...a...aesthetic guy broke my phone. Close your phones, all of you." I need time to practice not using any foul language, but seriously, "aesthetic guy" in place of "asshole"?
"And what if we don't?"
"I'll just keep cursing out random guys on the road." They all stared at me and put their phones down. Wow! They're so scared of fighting.
"Umm... Bhai, you have a manager... um... Aadi, right?"
He nodded in response.
"Is he still working?" I asked, and he raised his brows, looking at me through the mirror.
"No, I mean... I thought he must have been admitted to the hospital for a long time after I hit his wrong spot," I chuckled, but there was a dark silence among the men surrounding me. Either they didn't get me or they got it all too well.
I was speaking anything, to avoid looking at the window. But the way they were all staring at me, I figured it was better to focus on the passing scenery outside than to meet their intense gazes.
As the surroundings grew more familiar, or rather more haunted, memories flooded my mind. My breathing slowed, and my vision started to blur.
"W-why are we here? Is this the only route?" I questioned Daniel, but he merely applied the brakes without a word.
I covered my face with both hands, feeling lost and uncertain. Why were we stopping here? Outside Nidhi's house of all places?
"W-Why the heck did you stop the car h-here?"
Once again, there was no response. They all opened the doors and stepped out. Feeling a sense of dread, I took a few deep breaths and followed suit.
"Why are we here, Bhai?" I asked Aarav, searching for answers. Instead of words, he simply gave me a warm smile and took my hand.
"Athulya."
I looked up at the familiar voice, disbelief washing over me. Could it really be? My heart raced as I felt Aari's warm hands on mine. Was this a dream? No, I could feel her presence, solid and real. Nidhi was standing right in front of me.
Unable to contain my emotions, I turned and ran, ignoring the voices calling after me. I stopped at the back of the car, trying to catch my breath.
The guilt weighed heavy on my heart. I couldn't shake the feeling that everything had happened because of me.Those scenes are still clear in my mind, inked forever.
"I will destroy each of your near and dear ones, one by one. A caged bird has no friends. You will face consequences for everything—for sneaking into my factory, for what your family did, and most importantly, for slapping my son." Abruptly, he pulled my hair again, causing me to whimper in pain.
"See your feathers and claws, SEE!" He shouted into my ears, and I looked at the screen with blurred vision. The images haunted me—I couldn't forget what I saw.
"WHY?" I exclaimed, my voice choked with emotion. I dropped down, burying my face in my knees. No, I couldn't afford to cry, not now. There was too much to do, too much at stake.
"Aashu, it's fine, baccha," Aari's comforting voice reached me as she sat beside me, enveloping me in a side hug.
"No! Nothing is fine! Everything is messed up, very badly!" I screamed, the anguish and pain evident in my voice.
"My whole damn life is fucked up! It's like I'm trapped in some twisted game, and I can't make sense of anything anymore. Reality seems like a distant concept, lost in the midst of all this confusion."
"Are you angry at us?" His voice was gentle, familiar, yet it pierced through my turmoil.
"So, I shouldn't be? Y-you people kept this hidden from me, why? D-do you even know how I died each moment with my self guilt? No you don't, you know nothing!" I struggled to contain my emotions, the weight of everything bearing down on me.
"Of course you should be, it's your right. We all are extremely sorry." he affirmed softly.
"I missed you Nidhi, I missed you so much.. I j-just can't explain it" I hugged her tightly, she started sobbing but I came to my senses and realised I am being too emotional.
Control yourself.
"I wanted to visit you and tell you everything but I couldn't, I am s-sorry Athulya, I am so s-sorry yaar.. I just can't... I saw you that day, y-you were so broken but still I couldn't m-meet you. I am s-sorry" Her tear drops fell over my shoulder, and I broke the hug taking a deep breath.
"It's fine, it was my fault. I should be more than sorry, I just fucked up everything.."
"No Athulya, you didn't, you handled everything. And proud of it, but you forgot to handle yourself" I bit my lower lip, hearing this.
This is going way to deep.
"Whatever! I know my sorry will not work, but still again a sorry from me." Saying this, I opened the door and sat inside the car.
"Don't you want to talk with her , I mean you guys met after a lot of things so?" Vihan asked.
"It's too much for now. I need some peace first. I want to talk to her with a clear mind, not when I know I will mess things up," I explained, taking a deep breath to steady myself.
I am more than happy , knowing that she is alive, but still, it was my mistake, and I regret it deeply. What was the need to involve her in my mess? Why did I have to be so mean to Aarushi? And why did I ever believe that bastard Siddharth? These questions kept haunting me, each one a painful reminder of my own folly.
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I was sitting inside the therapist's cabin, with a man in his mid-thirties leading the session. To my frustration, all my brothers were sitting beside me. Seriously, do they have no sense of privacy?
"Mr. Singhania, how am I supposed to talk with her if you guys keep hovering around?"
He voiced his concern, earning a nod of understanding from me. However, my brothers remained seemingly unfazed.
"Alright, so Miss Athulya, I will get straight to the point: Do you still feel connected with your previous family? Emotions can't be switched that easily. Do you still have a spot for them despite how much they mistreated you?"
"What kind of senseless question is this?" Yuvaan interjected, while Vihan tapped his shoes on the floor in frustration.
"This is not how it works, Mr. Singhania," He added softly, his expression serious. Aarav Bhai, however, took a more drastic approach. He pulled out his gun and placed it on the table, speaking with authority, "This is how it works. No absurd questions from her."
I was taken aback. What was absurd about this question?
"You know what, doctor? These four guys are the ones who need therapy. They seriously need some help," I declared, gesturing towards my brothers. "Do whatever it takes to put some sense into them. Let me know when you're finished. Until then, excuse me." With that, I pushed my chair back and stormed out of the cabin.
"Athulya.." They called out, following me closely, like a group of bodyguards surrounding me from all sides. I was beyond frustrated with their behavior.
"Listen, if you guys are going to act like this, I'll just pretend I don't know you. I'd rather be alone than being embarrassed because of you people. What was that? Some kind of movie scene? Do you think you're Munna Bhaiya, pulling out a gun for no reason? Seriously, you all need to be checked into a mental hospital. And stop hovering around me like satellites. I don't even know who you people are," I exclaimed angrily before settling into the car.
If they continued like this, I wouldn't be able to show my face anywhere. I mean, if I had pulled out a gun, that would have been one thing, but they just had to act like Singham everywhere. And that question was so simple; they need to learn English too. There was nothing absurd about it. Oh god! Now I'll have to get my brothers admitted to a mental hospital and English classes as well. I should have come with Papa and Chachu instead of these idiots.
"Athulya.." Yuvaan's voice was soft as he placed his hand on mine.
"Shut up! Don't talk to me, any of you," I snapped.
"I used to think that Daniel was the only idiot here, but no, you proved me wrong. And you, Aari, give me your gun." I asked , opening my palm at him with a stern look at my face.
"Me and idiot?" Daniel asked, through the mirror.
"Not an idiot but an asshole, whose murder I was planning. Got it? Now, give me your gun Bunny, right now!" I folded my arms, leaving others in shock.
"Why?" Aarav asked, puzzled.
"I said give me your gun, give it right now," I demanded.
Reluctantly, Aarav handed over his gun to me, his expression unsure of my intentions. Veer looked at him with questioning eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you with this, but you're not getting it back," I declared firmly.
The car stopped outside the hospital, adding another layer of frustration to my already overwhelmed mind. Dealing with one more person's nonsense was the last thing I needed. I often wondered why I didn't turn out to be an Einstein, but now I realize it's because I've had to use half of my brainpower just to handle the idiots in my life.
"Athulya, at least listen to us.." They called out, but I had already declared that I didn't know them, so I ignored their pleas and walked into the hospital.
Once inside, I navigated through the corridor, trying to find Abhimaan's room, completely ignoring the 4 gaints walking behind me. I stepped into a cabin to check if it was his, but Vihan promptly pulled me out.
"This is not his cabin, idiot," he said.
"Excuse me, don't you have any manners? Remove those nose-picking fingers of yours from my hands. You're such an unhygienic kid, eww.." I retorted, yanking my hand away and continuing down the corridor until I finally found the right room. I stormed inside, leaving my brothers outside.
"Robin hood" I squealed and hugged him tightly, to make these 4 assholes jealous. Go die with jealousy.
"I thought you were planning to kill me," he chuckled lightly.
"Why would I kill my only brother?" I replied, flashing a wide grin to emphasize my point.
"Got his location, already sent to your phone," he muttered, both of us still hugging.
"I saw him today," I spoke softly, barely audible.
"What's the plan next?" he asked, his voice laced with determination and excitement.
"I've got a gun, and you know me," I replied, a determined glint in my eyes.
"Very well! But be safe," he cautioned, patting my back.
"Isn't this taking too long?" Yuvaan and Vihan exchanged looks before speaking, clearly showing their jealousy.
"So, why are you getting jealous of my brother, young man?" I asked, teasingly, while Abhi chuckled at our banter.
"See, Abhi, you're my best friend and I love you a lot, but sometimes I wish I could kill your brother," Aari admitted, unable to hide his jealousy. I continued chatting with Robin, not sparing them a glance.
"Me too, but you know the heart of a doctor. Kill him and dump him somewhere," Abhi joked.
"You guys, Bhai, at least you should feel some guilt about planning to kill your own brother," He chimed in.
"Why are you scared, Robin? No one can touch what's mine, let alone kill you. And if they do, I'll bring you back to life. I know a Bangali Baba," I reassured him, laughing, while my hold at my gun tightened.
After it, Abhimaan did a round of questioning and checkup and declared me that I can drive. Yes! I am allowed to drive now. They are busy in their chit-chat and I escaped from there to take some medicines. I need pills for sleeping and for panic attacks as well.
"These medicines," I passed the slip to the shopkeeper, but he refused.
Refusing me? Refusing Athulya Singhania?
"I can't give these without a doctor's prescription."
"You will give them to me, and that too without a prescription," I demanded, taking out the gun. Without exchanging any more words, he gave me the pills. That's my fear.
"Half brain," I turned around to find Vihan lowering my hand which was holding the gun, while I quickly hid the tablets with my other hand. This dumbass reaches everywhere.
"I knew it, this is why you took this gun, right? Return it back, right now," Vihan demanded, his voice firm. But I am not someone giving up that easily.
"I am not returning it, at least not today!" I retorted, holding the gun tightly, my resolve unyielding.
"What's going on?" And then, from out of nowhere, my most "Sanki" brother appeared. These guys can never let me breathe alone.
"Enjoying a movie. Wanna watch?" I asked, clapping like a kid, while slipping the pills into my pocket.
"No, I don't watch Doraemon. Come, we are going," Veer insisted, his expression serious.
What do he mean by watching doremon? Is he indirectly calling me a kid? Yes , he is. I watched many things that he didn't even have heard of, cause these idiots don't know english let alone watching those shows. What actually is his problem with Doremon?
"You can go. I'll take my bike," I countered, determined to assert my independence.
"I said come with us," he repeated sternly, his tone brooking no argument.
"No, I'm not coming. I want to drive back by myself," I stood my ground, refusing to be swayed.
"Let her go, Veer. Don't be so controlling," Aari interjected, his voice calm but firm.
"Bunny, you're still my brothers, but I'm disowning these three," I joked, half-serious, trying to lighten the tension.
"That's like my Chipmunk," Aari chuckled, giving me a high-five.
"I'll also go on the bike," Vihan chimed in, followed by Yuvaan, and finally Veer gave up, realizing he couldn't force us.
"Okay, you three come by bike, but no overspeeding, and reach on time. And be safe," Veer instructed as both my elder brothers stepped out. Within a few minutes, our bike arrived.
"How about a race?" Yuvaan suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Sounds good," I agreed, excitement bubbling within me.
"So, we will see who reaches home first, you can use any path," I proposed, eager for the challenge. We all donned our helmets, Yuvaan snapped a quick selfie, and then Vihan revved his engine, ready to take off.
"Say cheese" I grinned, posing for the picture.
"Double Cheese," Yuvaan was snapping the photo but Vihan's wide grin destroyed the photo with his "double cheese" face.
"Catch me!" Vihan shouted, kicking off the race as he sped away, his bike roaring to life. Yuvaan and I followed close behind, the thrill of the chase coursing through our veins.
But I know, all three of us have different destinations to go. It's not a race, at least not for Vihan and me. And then, at that moment, I don't know why I wished to send an apology to Nidhi for not talking that much with her, but sadly, my phone has been dead since this morning. Whatever! I increased the speed and changed the path as soon as Yuvaan went out of sight.
I knew that Alessandro's men were following us, and they were on bikes, just like us. This was the same path they took, the one where they threw a knife that narrowly missed its target.
One of Alessandro's men was behind me, while another was ahead. They were closing in on me from all sides, and I was following them to their den. With no phone and only Aari's gun for protection, I felt vulnerable, unsure of how many bullets were left.
Occasionally, I turned back, firing at the man behind me. Fortunately, one of my shots hit his bike's tyre, causing him to skid and fall to the ground. Now, I could follow the bastard ahead.
He continued deeper into the forest, and the surroundings grew darker. I wondered if he was leading me into a trap or if this was their actual territory.
Suddenly, he halted his bike, and I stopped a few meters away, hiding behind a tree. As he turned to check, I could hear his footsteps drawing closer. Checking the gun, I realized it was out of bullets. Now, I was in a tight spot, relying solely on my self-defense skills.
"Feeling clever? Now, you're all alone in this forest. Just so you know, our base isn't even few metres from here. You've walked right into our trap," he taunted.
I recognized the voice—it was the same man from that night years ago when I first met Leonardo, the asshole who tried to take advantage of me when I was drunk.
"You..." I began, but before I could react, he swiftly grabbed my hands and delivered a brutal punch to my stomach, causing me to collapse against the tree. I coughed, tasting blood in my mouth.
I had never felt this weak before. It was all because of lack of practice and the lingering effects of the surgery, which was only few weeks ago. Damn it!
As I mustered every ounce of strength left within me, I landed several powerful blows on my adversary, causing him to stagger and collapse to the ground. However, with each punch, I felt my energy wane, draining away like water from a leaking vessel. Suddenly, mocking laughter reverberated through the forest, and I spun around to see that I was surrounded by his men.
They were armed to the teeth, while I stood defenseless and drained of strength. A sense of dread crept over me as I realized the dire situation I was in. Doubt gnawed at my mind - would I even survive this encounter?
As more blows rained down on me, driving me to my knees and blood trickled from my mouth, I clutched my wounded stomach, overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion.
And I realised, I can't do this. I can't get over this. I am trapped.
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Any guess what will happen now?
Was this chapter boring? Cause this was quite lengthy.
Favourite scene?
I just loves it when Vihan calls her Half-brain, although she isn't half-brain but this nickname sounds cute to me. Ab ye mat bolna author pagal hai :)
Thank you!