Unfortunately, we met like this. There was robbery, grave fights, gang wars, some gunshots and a lot more. But never once a killing. I knew it was the war about power. They didn't care about anything else. I'm not someone who wants to be a scapegoat.
I see this towering figure all dressed in black who will definitely have no interest in my life at all. These guys are just machines to kill.
No emotions. Nothing.
"I don't want to be a part of all this," I stated lowering my eyes and moving back hurriedly.
"You already are." His voice was so dominating. It gave me chills. I looked up at him. Into his grey eyes, I see nothing. I have never seen such a blank yet beautiful face. High cheekbones. Grey eyes. Black hair fell on his forehead slightly touching his eyes.
A sudden urge to move them back. Softly.
Get a grip, Andrea.
"I was safe until you-"
"Until I?" He arched his eyebrow.
"YES, YOU. You saw me. I was just going back home after work. I don't want to be -" I screamed.
He was taken aback. No one ever dared to talk to him like that.
"Good girls get home before it gets too dark. Or-" He stopped deliberately eyeing me top to bottom.
"Or what," I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.
"Or you are some kinda bad girl out here."
"STOP IT. Stop it whoever you are. I am not one of those who have their dads feed them at home. I have to work hard for what I do and what I dream of doing. And a man like you, a criminal has no Fucking right to judge me." I said angrily.
This was not the shit I asked for.
He kept analysing me for a second. All of a sudden got up and threw me on the bed. I screamed. And then...
I saw him pull out his gun and point it at me.
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My heart was beating so fast. But I found it strange. I had no fear. It was so weird. I knew no one in this world would care if I'm dead. I have no one.
The one person I know who loves me so much is the only one I believe is better off without me. My nephew Krish.
He will miss me. Maybe cry for me but in a few years, he will forget about me. He still has people who will care for him when I die. They will protect him because they do love him. Yes, they love him. They have to.
