Chapter-55
Author's POV
People were running for their dear lives.
The air screamed violence and blood.
People's cries, desperate cries for help were dominated by the sounds of weapons and gunshots.
Fear, raw fear was visible in their eyes as they hid behind the trees, and buildings, to save their lives.
It was a torment.
Blood spilled like water, wasted.
They were dressed in black, even their faces were covered in black colour. They looked like Asura and Rakshasa (Demons)
Hell-bent on torturing the good.
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On the other side of the street, she was yet to discover the reason behind Aditi's sudden disappearance.
She almost kicked open the door and what she saw inside the room had her eyes widen in pure horror.
A dark black box was placed neatly in the middle of her bed. She recognised the box. She had received one such before.
Her legs started shaking as she took slow steps towards the bed. Her hands shivered to hold the nameless box.
It was small but big enough to present body parts.
Do you prefer dismantled body parts over red roses???
His threat rang faintly in her ears.
Untying the black tape, she opened the box, praying to God. She didn't want to see a body part inside it.
It would be damned. She would be.
A shaky sigh of relief escaped her lips. A dark red rose along with a letter was placed inside the box.
She picked up the rose hastily. Thorns pierced through her skin, letting a drop of blood ooze out of her forefinger. Hissing, she assessed the flower. Her eyes went wide and she dropped the flower, screaming, thrashing like she touched something vile.
She looked at her hands, it was covered in red liquid, blood it was.
" No-no no..." She was crying, and fear engulfed her senses.
How come she hadn't noticed it? The letter that he usually sent her was vintage. But the one placed inside the box wasn't vintage. It was a white letter, which was stained with red colour. Blood.
Rushing to the bathroom, she poured a bottle of sanitiser and rubbed her hands again and again, washing the stain off her hands.
All the while, she was sobbing, mumbling incoherent things. She regretted sneaking out and the drama that unfolded after.
She knew it was his way of responding to her disobedience.
After washing her hands, she rushed back to the bedroom and looked down at the bloody Rose.
It was unclipped. It meant a threat or warning.
It was bloodied and she didn't know what was waiting for her.
With shaky hands, carefully not letting her fingers touch the rose, she picked up the letter.
Beware the roses with thorns unseen,
Choose your steps wisely, fair lover of mine,
For the path you tread is a twisted design.
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Burning Hearts
Romance𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒍 𝒀𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒗 ~She is the light, the luminary divine. Her presence brought solace to many. She is a like a radiant star. 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒋 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒔~ in the realm of shadows, where secrets resides, there lurks a figure with Darkness as his g...
