'Tum bahut acchi ho. acchi angel ho, sabse acchi angel!'
'I am a bad Angel very bad angel "Dark Angel"'
'Nahi tum angel nahi ho, angel bahut acchi hai tum bahut buri ho'
'You are mine babyboy, only mine'
'Nahi mai kisi ka nahi hu, chodho mujhe'
'I h...
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'Attack!'
Sumedh's POV
Mal: Let's go baby
Sum: Par kaha?
I don't want to go anywhere.
Mal: Just come with me.
Sum: Nahi, Pehele mujhe batao ki tum mujhe kaha lekar jaa rahi ho.
Where does she want's to take me?
Mal: Clinic.
Sum: Kya! Par kyu?
I spoke in outmost shock.
Mal: I will not answer no more questions come with me.
I don't like her. She doesn't listens to me.
She drags me by holding my arm. Am not a soft toy! That she can drag me whenever she wants.
The car approached us. It was metallic black car that looked big and luxurious. As she opened the door I noticed Krish bhaiya sitting on driver seat.
I huffed sitting inside the car she was right beside me. I feel uneasy because of A.C.
Sum: Suno.
Mal: Bolo Baby.
Sum: Please A.C. band karo mujhe suffocation ho rahi hai.😣
Seeing her expressions I was sure she was worried for me but why?
Mal: Krish A.C. band karo.
He switched it off while she down the mirror. I took deep breathes feeling good.
Mal: Kaisa lag raha hai ab?
Sum: Phele se accha lag raha hai. Thank you.
After 15-20 minutes we reached Clinic.
Doc: Good morning Ms. Singh.
Mal: Good morning. Doctor check him, he is very weak and please do the dressing of his wounds
Doc: Okay come with me Mr.-
Sum: Sumedh.
I told her my name. Dr. Naina is written on a badge which is on her coat. She is behaving nice to me. I can't tell she is good or not in a person. I am meeting her first time. I can't trust her.
Doc: Yeah Mr. Sumedh, sister do dressing of him.
They took me in a room. She also came there. I saw a nurse doing something with needles. I saw her putting it in a injection.
I hate injections! It hurts!
I pulled my sleeve a little up. So that they can't see my ugly bruises.
Doc: Sir please roll your sleeve up. We have to inject you the drug.
Heavy breathes echoed through my whole body. I can't let them see my bruises. They will make fun of me.
