CHAPTER 1

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by lakshmisharma232023

by lakshmisharma232023

THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW

In a secluded alley, only sounds of deep breaths were echoed. Dead bodies of three men lying on the ground, covered with bruises and blood oozing out. Daggers were scattered on the floor, covered with blood, either of the men or the person standing amidst the scene.

Blood oozing out from her right shoulder, but that was the last thing she cared about. All she cared about was who were these people. Why were they trying to kidnap her? What were their motive?

Her trance breaks with a groaning sound from nearby, she looks to the side and notices that one of the men is still alive and is groaning in pain.

She was agitated and her anger flared up at the sight of his groaning. Without a second thought, she bent to his level and jerking his collar, asked him "Bata kisne bheja tujhe? Who is your boss? Who were you after?"

When he didn't respond, she grew frustrated and slapped him twice across his face. Jerking his collar again, she repeated the question.

From the impact of the slaps and jerking, he muttered two words" ABHIJEET.....SETHI....." and he went lifeless. She jerked his collar away and stood up, recalling where she had listened to this name.

Fishing out her phone from the pocket of her jeans, she immediately texts Zahaana, Naira and Zain to meet at the mansion of Zahaana in next 30 minutes. And texted Zain personally her location and told him to clear all the surroundings.

She put her phone back and took the last glance around to make sure no one saw her. Once she was sure no one saw her, she smoothed her clothes and groan in pain when the strain in her right shoulder. "Damn this pain."

She took a deep breath and left from their. Approaching her car, she swiftly settles in and revive the engine. She races the car to the mansion and applies the breaks. Exiting the car, her phone vibrates in her pocket, fishing it out, she checks only to close her eyes in guilt. It was a text message from none other than her sister, Anatrika Di, threatening her if she didn't arrive in next 30 minutes, she would be dead meat. She knew her Di would not do such thing but she couldn't help but smile faintly. "Oh my god, Srashti What happened to you? you are literally bleeding!" the voice, laced with concern belong to non-other her best friend, Zahaana. "I'm fine Zahaana, just need a few stiches and I'm good to go." Srashti replied as if it was just a cut she got from a knife while working in kitchen.

Shortly after, Zain, Zahaana's brother follows and gasps seeing her shoulder. "OH MY GOD! SRASHTI WHY ARE YOU STANDING HERE?! Let's go inside and get you treated before it gets worsen." Knowing well that Zain would not answer her questions right now, she rolled her eyes and entered the mansion followed by Zahaana and Zain.

Upon entering as if her playful self never existed she instructed Zain "Zain, I want full information of this guy named Abhijeet Sethi by the next evening." Zain, sensing the change in tone nods briefly and immediately leaves to gather information on the other hand, Zahaana prepares warm water, anaesthesia along with suture wire and antiseptic solution.

She motions her to let her treat her wound. Zahaana cleaned her wound and was wincing when she unintentionally pressed the cotton swab with more force then needed but what made her more worried was that Srashti's face didn't even showed an ounce of pain or any other feeling. Her face was still, blank, expressionless as if her ability to feel the pain was long gone and she was not less then a stone statue which was devoid of any feelings.

"How did you got such a deep cut?" breaking the silence she asked as her bestfriend and her brother aka Zain didn't tell her anything. "I was attempted to kidnap, but the bastards thought it was Anatrika Di, as they were calling out her name while talking to each other." she replied, with a blank face but fire blazing eyes.

"Anatrika Di?! but she was at home right and weren't the royal family was coming over for a marriage arrangement for her?" Zahaana asked, unable to supress the urge to ask further." Yes, they are, but I went out to buy some jhumke for her as she want to but was caught up with the preparations and selection of her dress." She replied.

After the dressing was done, Srashti asked, "Where's Naira?". Zahaana replied while wrapping the first aid things up, "Something important came up, so she informed me that she won't be able to come. And before you ask, yes, she is safe just some job related issue." Srashti nodded and lifted her right arm to make her arm comfortable in it.

Soon, she left for her house. During the whole ride, those memories were constantly haunting her. Her mind was drifting back to that horrible night over and over again. The guilt washed over her like a sea waves lapping on the shore, harsh and hurting. But her eyes, devoid of any tears, instead filled with emotions- regret, anger, disgust, and most prominent of all, REVENGE.

SO THIS WAS CHAPTER ONE OF THE BOOK" ". I HOPE IT DOESN'T BORE YOU. I TRIED MY BEST AND I HOPE MY EFFORTS WILL BE APPRECIATED. ALSO NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE OF THEIR FIRST MEET, SO BUCKLE UP YOUR SEAT BELTS AND ENJOY BABY😉

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