💔 ECHOS OF HEARTBREAK 💔
✨HIS REVENGE, HER GUILT ✨
I turned my tear filled eyes to papa who was looking at me with disgust and hate. His hatred broke me apart. Whynot he despise me when I'm marrying against his will, staking his reputation?
But I'm...
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"Mr. Malhotra, you'll not be punished for your anger but punished by your anger."
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Knock..knock, who's there? Your ill-fate, which is worse than death. Oh, then you're my best friend! Come in; anyone can abandon me in this world, but you'll never leave me alone.
Hey, don't think I've gone mad or insane. It's just my psychotic self making fun of my life. After all, my whole life was perfect in the shadows of imperfections.
To the world, I'm a successful doctor, role model, and a lovely, responsible daughter. For Papa, I'm a magnate entrepreneur. Yeah, Papa has been training me since I'm fifteen. He's concerned about his business, which he built with his blood, sweat, and tears. He wants a successor, and I couldn't say no.
But who am I? Beyond responsibilities, societal norms, and these expectations. Am I a murderer? No, never in my wild dreams can I take a life.
Adhriti, yet in reality you murdered your best friend, who stood by your side like a backbone against his friend, his partner, safeguarding you from all evils. My inner voice mocks me.
A trail of tears was flowing from my left eye. I was sitting on the couch, struggling to dress my wounds. It's hell removing bandages stuck to wounds. Glass cuts were lacerated, and I'm frightened it may catch infection.
Upon this, I caught the flu. It's terrible with a stuffy nose, sore throat, splitting headache, and fuming body temperature. Since I've returned from Malhotra mansion, my health has been deteriorating.
It's eight in the morning, and I swear I didn't even blink my eyes with failing health. For a moment I felt Vikram to be by my side; at least out of overprotectiveness, he would take care of me.
It's confirmed, Ms. Dhriti, you're crazy. Who'll think about a beast to take care of? My subconscious mocked me.
Taking a cotton ball dipped in spirit, I attempted to clean my wounds, which stung horrendously, making me shriek. 'arghh'
Unexpectedly, my doorbell rang. It's still the crack of dawn. Neither I ordered a takeout nor could it be night owl Vikram. Cursing the person, I dragged my injured feet to open the door. Till the day I haven't felt living alone will be my death one day.
