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3| ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ

AADRITI POV:

He got in and fumed out, "How dare you, try to", before he can take a step ahead, it got halted when a stranger stood in between us as a barrier.

I can't see that man's face, since he is confronting Mithun now. "Yahaan se chale. (Leave from here)." That man spoke in Hindi. His way of tone, very cool as he isn't scared of Mithun.

Since Mithun can also converse Hindi, he reacts back to the stranger. "Who you're to say this? Do you know who am I? Mithun Faris, Son of Fa-". I let a out terrified scream.

Before he can finish the sentence, that strange man, kicked Mithun out of the running train and left as nothing took place before sparing a glance at me.

I rushed to the door side and glimpsed outside to watch Mithun. I can see his body motion as the train started up to move very much faster now.

Thank God! He isn't dead...

I squealed in joy, realizing, I'm finally free now. That's it, I am out from my miserable life. I don't feel pathetic for Mithun, since he deserves it.

"Chiku, we are safe. We are gonna be happy, forever.", I sang out to him in merry, for which he squeaked back, licking my face.

I giggled but it faded when I realized I failed to thank the man who saved my life. I eyed the way he left only to find the compartment door is in a closed state. Thank God! No one would have noticed what occurred here.

I opened the door, as the people are in chatting and watching mobile phones, not knowing about any incident, that has gone on here. Besides I cannot see the man who helped me.

I feel bad for not thanking him also he does not seem like a man, who expect a thank you in return. But, I will be so grateful to him, forever.

I took out the train ticket and noticed my coach type and seat number. As I made my way to the other side, which is toward my seat while I held Chiku in my other hand.

Finding out my seat position, I settled on my spot, heaved out a deep sigh, in a relaxed state. Chiku yelped, which disturbed a few passengers. I shushed him, to stay silent by patting him.

This is not an AC compartment, but a Non-AC sleeper. But, it's fine, since, it's exempt support from Aleena ma'am. That's it, I'm free now. There is no need to be scared-

I paused in the mid when I recollected what Mother Avni said, she revealed to Mithun that I am leaving for Delhi. Oh, no! What can I do about this?

First, let's reach Delhi; after attending the interview, let's make the decision, based on my job offer. I hope I get the job. All I wish for now is.

A new beginning with no misery...

DIYA POV:

I made my way inside the mansion of Mr.Talank, who is Sahor's father. I'm not interested to visit here, but I've no choice now. His family is the only way for me to marry Sahor.

I just can't grasp his thoughts. Why he doesn't like me? I'm a supermodel, as every man wishes to have a woman like me, in their life. I, Diya Ahuja, the Prime Minister's daughter. He should be worshipping me, but he vetoed me.