～ꗥ❀ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫....𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." ❀ꗥ～
"Strip."
The eyes that had always looked at me with soft admiration were now filled with venom.
"Abhimaan, plea-"
"Strip, Amrita!" He said coldly as his eyes darkened.
A tear fell from...
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I am wet.
Soo wet.
My saree has gotten wet....from blood.
I was covered in blood, and there was a red stain all over my body. The smell of metallic liquid was making me nauseous, and it was difficult to stay conscious. God, why did I do that!
I had invited my own doom.
I am scared for myself.
What to do now?
Thud Thud
I can hear it. No no no.
It's close, it's close.
The door suddenly opens, and...
Tring Tring
I awoke startled. My breathing was heavy, and my heart was racing. I was drenched in sweat.
Tring Tring
I reached for the phone on the side table and answered without looking at it.
"Who?" I muttered lowly, my head still throbbing from that strange dream. I do not remember it clearly; it's all hazy, but I do remember the fear and adrenaline I felt in that dream.
"So you have forgotten me this soon, haan?" I heard my fiance's husky voice.
"Yeah, you are pretty forgettable, so..." I mumbled, nuzzling deeper into the softness of my pillow.
He grumbled, "Bitch."
I chuckled sluggishly, "Dog." That's the thing about best friends, you can insult and slur each other without being offended.
Then he groaned, "Fuck... I miss you so much. It feels like a decade since I last saw you."
"It has been only a week or so," I teased.
He exhaled deeply and said, "Yeah, too long."
"Were you sleeping?" He asked, changing the topic.
"Mmhhmm," I hummed, still feeling sleepy and tired.
"God.. Don't make such noise." His voice got deep and heavy.
"What noise?" I murmured while resting my face on the pillow.
He said nothing; I could only hear his rapid breathing.
