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Happy Independence guys,
Even though it doesn't look like
An independent India...

A doctor who saves other's life,
Was brutally raped and killed
While doing her job ...

So I don't think, this is
The independence we want..

Anyway,
Happy Raksha bandhan
In advance....

Enjoy 🌝

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¤Chin Tapak Dam Dam !¤
▪Ashvik's Pov▪ 

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Flashback ~
( Ashvik is telling his past to Amaira but it is written in Author's Pov )

~7 years old Ashvik~

"Momm!" Ashvik, a little baby, entered the mansion with a smiling and happy face, running with his tiny steps.

Around his neck hung a shiny medal, which he had won in the essay competition about- Mother.

"Mom..." Ashvik called out again, his voice filled with confusion as he couldn't find his mother in the living room. She was always there, waiting for him with open arms. 

The little boy, unaware of what had happened, stood there clutching his medal, his small face etched with worry and uncertainty.

Running upstairs to find his mother, the little boy checked every single room, but there was no sign of her.

His eyes began to fill with tears as he thought of all he wanted to share with her—the school day, the competition, the medal he won. 

He longed for her gentle touch, her proud words, and her comforting presence. ~Where is she?~ he wondered, the only question occupying his little mind.

That's when he heard someone screaming, making him flinch as he instantly recognized the voice. It was his mother's scream. 

Panic surged through him as he ran aimlessly down the stairs, his little heart pounding. He checked the living room again, but she still wasn't there. 

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he clutched his medal tighter. "Mom" he whispered, his voice trembling with fear and confusion.

Looking down in tears, feeling helpless and scared, Ashvik suddenly heard footsteps approaching. 

When he looked up, he saw his grandfather coming toward him with a grave expression.

Behind his grandfather, who was wiping blood from his hands : trailed his father, tucking a gun behind his back.

Ashvik's confusion deepened as his tears fell faster, the medal in his small hand now a stark reminder of the day's earlier joy.

"Dad? Where is Mom?" Little Ashvik asked, stepping toward his father.