10. For I Hurt You

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Arohi's Pov

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Arohi's Pov.
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Bhai said he'll attend the video call with dad for now or else he wouldn't have left me alone but yes, he did leave his security team outside the building. This is the condition of mu life right now.  However,  I also don't think he would come here anyways .
"Sugar"

My spine jerks straight and the mirror falls from my hand cracking into pieces .

I slowly step closer to the door and voice, "g-go away . I don't w-want to see you"

Everything goes silent for a few seconds and my phone dings with a notification from a number that I haven't added to my contacts .

Unknown : step away from the door.

I immediately rush to the living room side and

Bang ! Bang ! Bang!

Three continuous gun shots make my heart bounce like a ping ball . I grab the sofa tight when a loud thud makes my door break open and smash into the opposite wall . Perfectly damaging both. A painting falls from the wall , it's frame cracking to pieces . I can hear my breathing as he steps on the glass . Once again a pair of expensive shoes make their way to me , the owner of them frightening as usual . Doesn't care what he just did .

He turns his neck towards me where I'm hiding . The gun in his hand sends chills down my spine. He squats in front of me brings his hand closer to my face , I flinch .

"Ye darwaza , tumhara bhai, tumhara baap, tumhara dost or tum , koi mujhe rok nahi sakta. Agli baar jaan se maar duga koi beechme Aya to"

( this door, your brother, your father,  your friends and you , nobody can stop me . Next time I'll kill those who dare to step between us )

My gaze falls on Tina and Natasha at my door . Both anxious and so many other girls crowding outside my room.

He grabs my wrist and yanks me up . I twist my wrist trying to free myself from him .

"P-please no , I don't want to go with you,  please"

He drags me out of the room and out of the building.

"P-please leave me' I cry . He just takes me to a black sports car and locks me in . When he takes a seat next to me , I stop saying anything because he doesn't care . He's a bad person .

The drive is not fast  . Very comfortable except for the fear in my heart.  The car stops in a busy V.I.P. parking . He steps out and grabs my hand as we walk in .

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