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"Maar diya jaaye,

Ya chod diya jaaye....",

{Shall I kill you,

Or shall I leave you...}

sang Aisha, patting on Mojo's head lovingly, as she rose her eyes & looked at both her victims & then smirked, continuing singing in her melodious voice, which everyone loves to listen, though she was sounding too dangerous today, implying clearly her dark intentions,

"Bol tere saath kya sulukh kiya jaaye..."

{Tell me how shall I treat you...}

Then she chuckled once again looking at the red angry faces of the people around her, as she was lying comfortably on the couch, her brother sitting on the couch at her left side, & Harshita & Nisha sitting on the couch present in front of her.

She was enjoying to her fullest, burning insides at the same time, when her ex-Aunt approached her.

"Why are you doing this daughter?" asked her ex-Aunt, aka Mrs. Bakshi, as Aisha sat up, her anger re-surfacing as her hands fisted tightly around her & she slammed harshly on the glass table in front of her, which resonated in the silent as a graveyard mansion.

"You are asking me why, why? Seriously Mrs. Bakshi?" she spoke her voice dipping with rage & a dangerous fire lit in her eyes, a fire which vowed to burn everyone, a fire of vengeance, as her beautiful orbs dangerously glimmered with the fires of rage & revenge.

"I know they were wrong daughter, but that doesn't mean you throw us on roads..." spoke Mrs. Bakshi, her breathings getting laboured as Aisha got up & held her Aunt's both shivering hands in hers, calming her own demons down entirely.

"Aunt, Aunt, listen here! It's all going to be alright, you sit here! Uncle bring her inhaler!" asked Aisha, as the housekeeper rushed in worriedly, while Aisha made her sit on the couch comfortably.

Mrs. Bakshi was a patient of asthma since ever, & Aisha knew it was bound to happen, so she kept her calm & made her sit & calmed her, which resulted in Mrs. Bakshi calming down entirely, as Aisha patted her back giving her the inhaler.

"Stay away from my wife! You are the cause of her condition & stop showing fake sympathy!" spoke Mr. Bakshi venomously.

"Seriously Mr. Bakshi, are you even listening to yourself, huh? Let me tell you all another truth about my genius ex-Uncle! Aunt was a healthy, lively young girl before getting married. She had asthma, but it was never to this extent as now, she was strong physically & emotionally, unlike her now weak & crying self.... Her B.P., asthma, etc. etc. problems started after marrying this man here, who used to beat shit out of her, & he beat her even when she had Isha in her womb.... But Isha, being a fighter since she started growing in Aunt's womb survived!" spoke Aisha looking at everyone, as her eyes stopped at the angry old culprit there, who had nothing, neither shame, nor guilt, but just anger to avenge upon Aisha.

There were shocked gasps & whispers, but nobody dared to say or ask anything.

"...In fact this great man abused Aunt when she was pregnant for the third time, & bingo, he succeeded this time & lost his own boy-child due to his deeds, as he had already confirmed it was a boy by sonography, to not burden himself with another daughter, & later on Aunt couldn't get pregnant again cause of that injury in her reproductive organs, & he blamed her for everything.... He even beats her today...." spoke Aisha caressing her Aunt's back, who had tears in her eyes, as she looked at Aisha with widened eyes.