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Date: 13 Jul, 2024
< Author's POV >
"Y/N, come; this is your home," Haneul said, showing Y/N the mansion. The entire place was surrounded by guards holding M416 guns (my favorite from BGMI),, making it intimidating for someone new. Y/N gulped in fear.
< Y/N's POV >
Don't tell me I did wrong by coming with them. These guards are scarier than Kaka and Kaki. I'm so afraid that if I do something wrong, they'll shoot me without thinking twice.
Bappa, I don't want to die; I'm just 20. Please don't call me to you this early. I'll give you so many modaks. I promise not to eat your modaks. Pakka promise.
"Y/N, don't be scared; they won't hurt you," Uncle said.
Did I say it out loud?
"No, you didn't," he replied, laughing with his wife.
"Huh?"
"Oh, sweetheart, you thought so loudly that we all heard."
"Sorry," I said, feeling embarrassed.
"No need to apologize, dear; it's okay," Uncle said with a small smile.
"Now, let's go." We entered, and I started looking at the mansion with wide eyes.
"Bora," Uncle called out. A middle-aged woman appeared.
"Yes, Master?"
"She is going to live here from now on. Did you do the work I told you to do?" Uncle asked.
"Yes, Master, the room is ready," Bora replied. Uncle nodded.
"Call the others." In a minute, more girls arrived.
