Chapter III

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Alif's POV

"What are you looking at?!?, haven't you seen a girl eating pasta before?" I asked him,who was sitting there,with one of his nostril bleeding across me on the dining tablewhile munching my delicious cream Pasta."Not the way you are eating though" he snapped,

"Cut the crap and tell me what's your deal,who are you?,why am I here?,what do you even want?!" I asked him with a very loud tone filled with fear.

"Am I suppose to answer all those?!"  he smirked,

"yes you low-key lunatic jerk,you are,lemme just warn you that incase if anything happens to me my brother will kill you,and feed your corpse to insects" I answered in a very serious tone,

listening my words he let out a loud chuckle as if I told him a joke,my eyes were burning with rage,I wonder why haven't I killed him yet.

Oh God please calm me,I really don't wanna dirty my hands by  murdering someone.

He stood up from his chairs,and walked near me,he kept coming  closer and closer,

"Yaaa are you a prevert too?!,go away!" I screamed on the top of my lungs,

he again smirked,the distance between me and him was dangerously less,so less that I could feel his hot breath he pulled me by my waist and whispered huskily in my ear,

"what if I already killed  that damn brother of yours Ms.Viotto?!"

"Whhhhhhaaat?!"  I stuttered,

"Yes pretty girl" he smirked caressing my hair,

"You can't do that,he's the only family I own" I cried

"Do I look like I give a damn about that?!" he chuckled,

His words stabbed every inch of my body and made impossible for me to control my anger,
I grapped the fork which I was using to eat my Pasta
and
booooooom,
I stabbed him,
right into that his chest.

And shouted

"I will kill you!"







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