He has a plan.
A plan built to tear a man's life apart - vein by vein, breath by breath.
From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition.
But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy.
He's not here to...
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I don't doubt him, if he's willing to ruin me, He will.
Just like he said,
'You'll beg me for death.' With his hands running down my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Like I did last night.
But his bad, he didn't allow me my death.
And it's the time to let him know, How much ruined I am.
"What are you gonna do now?" Manvi asked tensely, sitting right in front of me.
I smiled, grabbing the scissor from the desk.
The pain was harsh, and a tear rushed down my cheek as soon as I pulled the blade away from my skin.
"What the fuck is that, Aashvi?!!" She freaked out, standing up from her chair and running towards the door shouting loudly for everyone.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the crimson red despite the killing pain. I closed my eyes gently, hearing the surrounding erupt in chaos because of me.
They're panicking for nothing.
He won't let me die. Not unless he's the one holding the dagger to my chest.
