"मेरे पिता"
Twisted: *Leviathan Sounds*
Sh: What the fuck bro
Arushi abruptly enters Twisted's room.
Arushi: "Sonny please come to the dining room, we need to have a talk."
Twisted deafens himself in the voice call and heads to the dining room as his mother instructed him to do.
He can see her sitting at the dining table, seemingly stressed out, with her hands over her face.
Twisted: "You okay mum?" Twisted asked, clearly worried about his mother.
Arushi: "No, I'm not my chupi chupi." She says, her voice slightly muffled because of her hands covering her face.
Arushi moves her head up and puts her hands away from her face, staring coldly at Twisted.
Arushi: "You're not fit for it." She says, tearing up.
Twisted: "What?"
Arushi: "You will never live up to your father's legacy, you rot in your bedroom making those.. gorilla sounds, and you're constantly playing that stupid game on the roblokes"
Twisted: "Mom it's called Roblox-"
Arushi: "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! YOU'RE A FAILURE!" Her eyes are twitching, she's fully in tears now.
Twisted is left speechless, staring at his mother in disbelief..
Twisted: "Mom what do you mea-"
Arushi doesn't let Twisted finish his sentence as she gets up and throws a short blade at him.
Twisted's face goes from sad to fearful within seconds.
He watches the knife race towards him, it's life or death.
He reaches out with his hand for it, but he's not fast enough to catch it. The blade digs into his palm.
He watches his blood drip down from the knife, but it's not red.
It's yellow.
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Beginnings Chapter One (1) - The Ghost Of India: Lineage
Historical FictionAn Indian Warrior's newborn son is destined to continue his father's legacy and leave a mark on the history of India.