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...
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I drive fast. Too fast to be legal, but I couldn’t care less.
My girl is alone, and from the sound of her voice, she’s been crying.
I was with Ma, listening to her talk about visiting Heer with my siblings, while the rest of my family avoided looking at me, and her call came through. Her voice trembled as she said my name.
It usually takes 20-30 minutes to get to her place, but tonight I make it in half the time.
I barely park the car, not bothering to check if it’s locked, and sprint to her door. Before I can knock, it swings open, and she throws herself into me. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she buries her face into the crook of my neck.
She clings to me, and I lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping around my waist. She breaks down in my arms as I carry her inside, closing the door with my foot.
Her muffled cries against my shirt make my chest ache.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask softly, sitting on the couch with her still in my arms.
She shakes her head, her face buried in my chest, her tears soaking through my shirt.
“You’re scaring me, Heer,” I whisper, my voice tight. “Tell me where it hurts. Tell me how I can help.”
“My heart,” she sobs, clutching me tighter.
“Shh, shh. Tell me what happened,” I whisper, trying to pull back and see her face, but she shakes her head and clings tighter.
“Did someone say something to you?” I ask, my mind racing. “Is it work?” My voice hardens at the thought.
If it’s work, I’ll tear them apart for upsetting her like this.
“No,” she mumbles, her voice trembling.
I gently rub her waist and tangle my fingers in her hair, coaxing her to look at me. Slowly, I pull her face away from my chest, and my heart shatters at what I see.
Her eyes are swollen, tears streaming freely down her flushed cheeks. Her nose is red, and she keeps biting her trembling lips as she hiccups, trying to suppress her sobs.
“Please don’t cry,” I rasp, my voice cracking. “Just tell me what or who I need to kill.” I press my forehead against hers, desperate to ease.
