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CHAPTER- 18

Made it out alive, but I think I lost it
Said that I was fine, said it from the coffin
Remember how I died when you started walking?
That's my life, that's my life
I'll put up a fight, taking out my earrings
Don't you know the vibe? Don't you know the feeling?
You should spend the night, catch me on your ceiling
That's your prize, that's your prize
Well

This is how life has been lately. Yesterday after that mall incident I cried myself to bed remembering the party back in India where I lost that sweet honey crumb girl who took care of me for the whole day when my father was busy in a meeting.  My hands are still shivering remembering that day I spent a whole day with her I carefreely danced with her on the dance floor I still regret my decision of returning back to my father after promising her that we'll also have dinner together , My dad introduced me with some of his friends.
And before I can tell my father that I want to return to my friend suddenly gunshots rang and the venue was a wreck our bodyguards rescued us and we reached home safe and sound, I was already traumatised after that incident but my world shattered when my father told that  the girl I was hanging out was shot dead and my eyes cried non-stop And I couldn't get hold of my emotions. After few days my father told me that there is no benefit for crying for the loss instead.  I need to stand up and raise voice for justice, I need to be kind and trust me I've been doing it since then I have multiple help centres and orphanages over India and L.A. You know what the strange thing is, that I still don't know her name. I don't know whose daughter she was. And my father didn't agree to tell me any of those things. Moreover, he don't want me to talk about that incident ever. But I have taken a promise from my father before coming to L.A that whenever I'll complete construction of my caffè The next thing on line will  be another orphanage in New York on her name and my father would tell me her name and will introduce me to her family and that would be a big favour for me. Cause for last decade I've been wondering who are the people related to her and why can't I ever forget her ,I have many unanswered questions about her.

I stood up And pulled out the pendant from drawer that she gave my it has a beautiful Mermaid hanging. I'd remember her putting that pendant over my neck and whispering "Little one keep it ,I feel so connected to you that I'm giving you my favorite pendant that my brother gave me" She kissed my forehead and said "meet you in a while" and that was the moment when I rushed to my father yelling back at her "Yeahh!! meet you at the dinner" Sometimes I do wonder what if I've haven't left her that moment. Could I have saved her?? With lots of stuff in my mind and tears in my eyes I drifted off.

            ____3 days later____

After the deal, an Oregon went smoothly and that shit of the shopping day got sorted I kind of realised that I was too rude to that employee, so I just asked my manager to help her get some job. Cause I wasted the one she was working in. And now it's all better Evy is busy in some fashion event I've been meditating, avoiding coffee and having cinnamon water instead, I'm practically feeling healthier and refreshed but today the dynamics changed suddenly I'm feeling strange like I'm just dragging myself. I'm forgetting what I was supposed to do and bumping to everything it feels like the familiar surroundings of my own home has turn against me .

My hands trembled slightly as I reached for a glass, and before I knew it, it slipped from my grasp and shattered on the floor. The sound of shattering glass made me jump, and I felt a surge of panic. I bent down to pick up the pieces, my heart racing with a growing sense of dread.

As I turned to head to the kitchen, I bumped into the pole that held up the archway, the impact sending a jolt through my arm. I winced in pain and frustration, feeling like I was a bulls-eye for bad luck. Every little mishap felt like a harbinger of something worse to come.

The feeling in my heart was like a whisper, a constant, nagging voice that something was off, that something was waiting to go terribly wrong. It was a sense of impending doom, a feeling of being on the precipice of disaster. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it was there, gnawing at me, making my skin crawl with unease.