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Authors pov Our married life has just completed a few months. I thought that everything would go well as I forgot about the threat call and the bouquet. Suddenly that dream and then.... Finally I came face to face her, she took the advantage of my absence. I saw her blabbering shits! I didn't know what happened here but one thing I was sure about that whatever happened was just because of this nasistic bitch. Jessica Grover!
The most shocking thing was her being alive! My blood was boiling seeing her standing infront of me and talking shits.
"Evils don't die easily...." She said. I wanted to punch on her face, making her nose bleed.
Her body was covered with the black hoodie perfectly fitting her. Her face has deep bruises and stitch marks. The little exposure of her hands had several cuts and stitches. I remembered the way Sumedh stabbed her every body part with the sharp weapon, almost a year ago. Then the fire!!! But how the fuck was she alive??!!!
"I know what are you thinking." She said.
"The fire he set of. Unfortunately it couldn't burn me. Want to know how?" She laughed.
"By god's grace, I was saved!" She said showing her fake gratefulness. I felt pissed off completely.
Should I blame her or God??
Or me??
No one was at fault, no one was supposed to be blamed but her fucking existence stirred up my sense.
"Who saved you?? Who knew where you were?" I yelled at her. She laughed like a maniac.
"U have nothing to do knowing that. Just know I'm saved and the fire inside me to burn u, didn't let me die!" She blurted dangerously glaring at me but i was nothing less.
"The fire can't burn the soul, the soul that held fire itself in it!" She said.
"One has gone, counting his last breath. Now!!" She came towards me, her hands shoved inside her pockets....
"You die." She coldly said and immediately took out something from her pocket....
"JESSICA!!" I shouted but before i could make any move something sharp slided by my handed making it to bleed.
In reflex i pushed her hard and she bumped with the wall. We both groaned in pain. My eyes were blurring with tears. The pain was extreme. I saw her getting up and trying to escape seeing my wound. I knew she was wounded too but couldn't let her to go. I wanted to pull her to her death. A wounded stick was lying at a distance, i ran and took it. My hand bled some more. Nevertheless the stick was heavier! Despite of increasing in pain, I took it and hit her back before she could escape. She fell down also the stick slipped from my hands. She tried hard and ran again. I followed her till the door but didn't know what tripped my feet and I fell down, taking that chance she ran away from there stumbling on her feets. I groaned out seeing her retreating figure. My visions blurred and I layed there subconsciously. Pov ends.
