Beauty lived In a quaint village with her parents, desiring to follow in her father's footsteps as a lawyer. Little did she know that her dream would intertwine her fate with a man known as devil in human form. Despite his cunning and manipulative w...
My body throbbed with agony, each movement sending waves of pain coursing through me. My eyelids felt heavy, barely able to open against the relentless throbbing pain in my head. I couldn't fathom why anyone would want to harm me. I have never wronged anyone, so the revenge seemed absurd.
As I lay there, lost in a haze of pain, a question nagged at me : how did Danish know that someone was after me? Could he be the one responsible for my torment? He had been the one to bring me to the hospital, but that didn't necessarily absolve him of guilt.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and my father entered with a doctor in tow. I turned my weary gaze towards them as they approached my beside. The doctor examined me, his hands gently probing my aching body.
"How are you feeling?", he inquired.
"My back is killing me", I groaned, my voice barely a whisper.
"I'll administer a pain killer", he replied, a sympathetic smile on his face. "Once that takes effect, you'll be disharged".
I nodded weakly and closed my eyes, desperate to escape the torment of my thoughts. I wanted to sleep, to forget the pain and the fear that gwaned at me.
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As I opened my eyes. I found myself in my bedroom, my parents sitting on the edge of the bed engaged in a hushed conversation. I lay there with a smile, feeling a surge of contentment as I watched them. My father's unwavering love for my mother was something I aspired to find in my own life.
"You're awake", my mother said, her voice gentle as she approached me.
I nodded, my body still aching from the events of the day. "What time is it?", I asked, scanning my surroundings.
"Its around 8:35", baba replied, glancing at his watch.
"We have something to tell you", my mother began, her expression solemn.
"Yes, tell me", I said, patting the bed beside me to invite them to sit.
"Tomorrow, we're leaving this place and moving somewhere else", mama said, her words surprising me.
"Why?", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"We'll tell you when the time is right", baba said, his voice uncharacteristically cold.
"But, I don't want to leave", I protested. "I have lived here my whole life".
"We have no choice", baba said "We have to leave before he comes again".
"Who will come, baba?", I asked, my confusion growing.
"Danish", baba replied, his voice hard.
"Why would Danish come here?", I asked.
Baba didn't even look at me. He simply stood up and left the room without a word.
"We'll talk tomorrow", mama said softly, pecking my forehead before she followed baba out.
I tried to get out of the bed, using the headboard for support. As I stood up and approached the window. I couldn't help but admire the moon. It's soft glow seemed to offer a sense of comfort and tranquility admist the turmoil in my heart.
I stood their for a long time, lost in my thoughts. Why would Danish come here? What did he want? And why were my parents so evasive about it? I knew that tomorrow would bring answers, but for now. I could only wait and wonder.
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Allah hafiz 💕💕
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