It was 4 in the afternoon, and Jaanvi stood alone in the old, nearly abandoned park.
The place seemed desolate, with hardly anyone around.
She waited patiently for Himanshu, her emotions a swirling mix of anticipation and frustration.
As time passed, her patience wore thin, and she decided to leave.
She took a few steps forward when suddenly, Himanshu arrived.
He was on a bike, wearing a helmet, a sight she recognized all too well.
However, what unfolded next was beyond her worst expectations.
With swift and malicious intent, Himanshu pulled a bottle from his small leather bag.
He opened the lid and callously hurled the contents,
a corrosive and destructive acid,
at Jaanvi.
The pain was excruciating, but the shock and betrayal cut even deeper.
"Take that, you Bitch,"
he sneered, and without a second thought, he sped away on his bike,
leaving Jaanvi writhing in agony, her face marred by the potent acid.
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Short StoryThe pain was excruciating, but the shock and betrayal cut even deeper. "Take that, you Bitch," he sneered, and without a second thought, he sped away on his bike, leaving Jaanvi writhing in agony, her face marred by the potent acid. Jaanvi tries h...
