She's back. She had a whole day sleeping in her room. Next morning she woke up, showered and wore a black leggings and grey tupe top.
She went to do some morning routine. After a hectic one and a half hour workout. She headed to the kitchen to get something. Her mind wondering that how they managed to abduct her.
She was in the hallway, when she was greeted by the sight of little Anya toddling around in her cute fruit pj's. Her eyes wide awake and a plush elephant clutched to her chest. Her hairs were messy.
Veerika thought what she's doing so early, "hey Little one." She said. As her voice reached Anya's ears, before she could know, Anya was clutching onto her leg with one hand as the other one is busy clutching the plushie.
"Hey, what's wrong" Veerika said in a very gentle tone which is only heard when she's with lily. "Bhoo" Anya said her water starting to pool. Does she means nightmare?
Oh god I should've learned baby language, fuck you Veeri.
Ok just focus she's scared, fuck the reason. She knelt and hugged her, whispering soothing words to her. Gradually Anya calmed down and looked at her, after staring at her for a good minute she pecked her cheek as a token of gratitude and left.
Veerika stood there shocked but moved on and continued her routine. As she entered her study, she felt the power again. She started going through the files.
A file caught her eye, it had
Ace - The return of French Mafia
What the fuck is this, how the hell this could happen, she ended them by her own motherfucking hands then how?! The question was blowing her brain.
That man, how is he even fucking breathing in the same air as her. She won't let it last longer. She'll torture that bastard and will enjoy it.
She started going through the file. His first spotting, the mafia party in India, second spotting by herself in that basement.
Veerika leaned on her swivel chair, closed her eyes.
A girl sitting in a chair, too weak to move, a big cut in her bella, blood oozing out from it. Tears streaming down her eyes, not from the pain but the sight in front of her.
The room echoed with the cries of a baby. A man holding the baby, by her tiny leg, holding her like a freaking toy, which she wasn't.
The baby had exact same orbs as her. Her tiny little hands, legs. Precious eyes and her whole self.
The girls heart ached to see her precious getting manhandled. She roared in her pain, "don't you fucking dare to hurt her" Her sentence ended hoarse as her voice broke by the pain.
Suddenly the cries grew louder, as they poured a bottle of diesel over her precious. Her eyes grew wide as they did, "what the hell are you doing?! Please don't! I beg to you!" Her voice broke as tears overtook.
Suddenly with a thud he threw her precious on the ground and a lighted match on her. The only two cries in the room and both grew louder, the baby squirming in the burns of the flame.
"No! No!no! No! Please don't, please kill me but not her, torture me as much as you want not her please" She begged for her precious while crying hysterically.
She forced her body out of the chair, ignoring the burn in the cut on her belly. She crawled weakly to her precious. Blood making a path behind her.
She reached to her and touched her........... Taking her burning precious, she stopped the fire by tapping on it, burning her own hand.
Veerika jolted straight. She hated this to be vulnerable. But she will seek revenge, her revenge. It's an oath, the reason of her living. Destruction. Death of every fucking person responsible for this.
This time not even devil, even the satan will sit being terrified by her cruelty.
Soon something will happen and something will change, soon the people will name her Goddess of Death, not the angel.
Even there souls would regret their birth. Their fucking dead ancestors even tear seeing their cruel death.
This time she'll paint French Streets with blood.
Every human being will shiver only by her thought. She'll make sure of it.
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Headlines
72 men found dead in the streets of Paris. Every death body contains more than 100 cuts on it. Tortured deaths. And in the middle of their bodies, found a card with a logo of The deadliest assassin Death angel and a bouquet of Black Roses. This is her first spotting in Paris, why target Paris, what is she up to. Is Paris expecting a massacre?! What are her intentions.
When the Bouquet was taken for laboratory check, the scientists are dead. It contained some deadliest poison which killed the scientists. Paris is set on high alert, the people are terrified.
Veerika leaned, on her chair, in her huge penthouse in Paris with a smirk, a deadly one. Everything about her is deadliest.
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Heyooo people.. Sorry but now continuous chapters.
And spoiler alert, they are deadly😏😏
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