𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
Just thought of letting you all know that I am thinking of stopping writing because these days I feel like writing has no benefits now whatsoever. I have no motivation as most of the people doesn't vote or comment what they feel.
It's too much time consuming and also if there's no results for it then what's the point?
I wanted to create something different from those usual Wattpad stories but some readers don't appreciate it. I have seen more votes supporting abuse and rape than for this. It's really concerning where our society is going.
If this continues, I have no other options than to discontinue 💔
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"What if it's a murder?"
I open and close my mouth as he stares at me with open indecisiveness.
Realization hits me like a train as I stare at him. All the dots connects itself and a clear picture plays infront of my eyes.
How Aman was not at home most of the time, how he came late and told excuses that I couldn't accept, how he covered his bruises from me. A darkness prevailed in him all those time.
I thought... I thought that is because of our argument. But I never realized there might be other reasons.
Like... murder?
As in killing the one who wronged me.
There's a deadly silence in the room as it sucks all the air out of the atmosphere. My throat dries as Aman looks at me to say anything.
Say something!
What am I supposed to say?
Congratulations for killing the man who violated me and tortured me after that?
Thank you for helping me out of my nightmares?
Or that I don't feel an ounce of terror or resentment over my husband killing Aarav Khurana?
What does that make me?
"Say something Heer." Aman's voice brings me out of my swirling thoughts.
I swallow wetting my throat, "What...?" I try to search for the right words.
"What if I say, that it's a cold-blooded murder?" He walks closer from the window to where I am standing, "What if I say that I burned him with my own hands?" He stops within an inch infront of me and I lift my head to gaze into his deep eyes, "What if I said that I don't have a single regret over killing him?" He whispers in the already quiet room.
