Tales through my Eyes ~ Maddam sir shots

Chapter 8.1

Run!

Karishma was in a mess, all she knew was to run as fast as she could, run as far her legs can take her to.

The scars on her forehead and other part of her body stinged but she didnt stop.

Her image was terrifying, the khakee shirt was torn from the right shoulder giving a clear view of her inner wear, the buttons were hanging loose from her shirt. Her hair that were earlier tied in a bun were now in a disheveled state. She had only one shoe on, with the other leg she was limping her entire way.

Panting hard, she took a glance at her back and gasped in horror when she saw the two men still chasing her.

They were advancing towards her with in unimaginable speed, and she was teethering her way out. Her body seemed to respond slowly each passing second as she was loosing consciousness.

Her visions were getting blurred. She managed to pull her phone out of her pocket but it was of no avail.

A pair of hands had already grabbed her by then and pulled her to a side.

She cried in horror and threw her hands on the man, jerking him away from her body. But she lacked the energy. The wounds and drug were marking effect on her body and she was loosing consciousness each passing second.

The pair of hands were groping her body, moving them all over her in a lustful manner. They tore her shirt a little more.

But she was still fighting, till the last ounce of energy left in her body, she fought fiercly.

She felt the other man throwing a liquid on her clothes while one of them held her neck tightly. The liquid didnt burn her, it wasnt acid. It wasnt water either.

It was Kerosene!

She knew their next step, she knew what crime awaited next.

So she kicked them hard, with the same foot they broke a while ago. Her strength, even in the worst of her state was enough to jerk away those men.

However, the kerosene was spilled over her clothes, luckily it didnt touch her bare skin. She tried to run again.

She heard a very distant and unclear sound her soul awaited for - 'A police jeep's siren'

Before she could advance towards the sound, one of the men pulled out a matchbox, burnt the matchstick and effortlessly threw it in her direction.

The burning matchstick touched her and in a fraction of seconds the fierce flames wrapped around her body.

She fell down with a thud! Fire draping her entire body, the flames burning her nerves.

The last thing she could register was the sound of siren becoming clear.

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Splash!

Somebody threw water on her, while she lay covered in a blanket.

The flame had died down.

She felt somebody tapping her cheeks, and trying to bring her into consciouness.

Voices reached her ears and reverberated in her head.

"Karishma.. Uthiye.."

"Karishma dekhiye humari taraf.."

"Aakhein kholo beta"