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Mayank's Pov
𝑰 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔, 𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏; 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 , 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒖𝒕- 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘
𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒐, 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒊 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒌.
"𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕 " 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 "𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕 "
𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 , 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒊 ( 𝒈𝒐𝒅 ) 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒅
Abhishek, who was constantly keeping an watch outside the window, turned around when he heard the strident sound, he saw mayank, the boy whom he has always seen in a imperturbable and strong manner , is now sprawling on the floor, vulnerable and defeated, he immediately runned towards him, take large and concerned steps,
