Pyaar Once Again

XVII

My bloodied hands glibly smother the jail's bars. I was lying on the dirt floor, face pressed down, fingernails limed in grime and dried blood. Majority portions of my neck caked crimson, my almost bare back decorated with whiplashes. I had been mercilessly hit.

And that's when I hear footsteps.

"Amara?"

I recognize this voice immediately, and there's a second of silence, soon it's interrupted by my soft, broken sigh.

"Maya?"

She's crying, I can sense it.

"You're alive?" She whispers, "I'm so sorry." Shaking, she fell down and my dim eyes met her bright ones. Bringing my hands to her eyes, she wepts more hardly. It's has been ages since she shed a tear.

"Who did this?"

Her three words are enough to send me back in the last night.

That one person. Him, ruined everything.

now I was in a cell,
with these assholes beating me mercilessly, another punch was delivered to my diaphragm and I coughed out blood.

"Enough!" The prison guard shouted, and they obeyed.

"Enough?" She asked in a rhetoric "She killed my brother! She killed one of us, David!"

I lifted my chin up, my heavy head resting on the bloodied wall behind me, staring into her eyes.

Rage.

that was the only emotion visible in her eyes. I know she wanted to end her brother's killer, to end me.

But this didn't end here.

Licking the metallic blood off my lips, I held my (maybe) broken jaw, and spat. "Bitch please, you're just a low life guard."

And she struck my jaw forcefully, sending me to an unconscious state.

"I'm sorry" Maya's repeating breaks my flashback.

"It's not your fault. It's his, I'll kill him."
I growled, resolve clear.

"Kill who?"
A new voice broke the silence, I try to bring my head up but groaning when it pains. The uncountable lines on my back dot with coppery liquid threateningly.

"You're gonna kill me?"
I grit hearing his words, he knows what he's saying.

"Ya fir Nischay?"

At this, I look at him from cut infected eyelids. Afshar Sanghani.

I tried to stand up, my red coated palms slapping against the cold marble to hold myself up. There's no change in Maya's posture but Afshar is now holding a gun.

"Who do you work for?" He asked pointing the gun at me.

I smirk, "Tum ye sawal chahe hazaar baar bhi kyu na pooch lo, mere jawab hazaar baar bhi wahi rahega." I say, coughing a mouthful of blood.