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#2 In Mafia Series
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"𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄"
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'Tum bahut acchi ho. acchi angel ho, sabse acchi angel!'
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'I am a bad Angel very bad angel "Dark Angel''
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'Nahi tum angel nahi ho, angel bahut acchi hai tum bahut buri ho.'
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"Punishment no. 9"
Sumedh's POV
At 4 pm.
I was sitting quietly with her on the sofa in the living room. She was doing something on her phone and I sat idly like a soft toy. The only difference was I am alive.
Mallika: I will leave you tomorrow to your Chacha ke ghar.
She said suddenly. I froze. No. No. He will kill me the second he sees me. My whole body trembled.
I looked at her face. She was serious.
Sumedh: Angel.. Sorry.. Please aisa mat karo mere saath.
I held my ears with both hands. I felt my heart pounding against my chest.
Mallika: No, it's enough. I can't deal with you anymore. You annoy me so much.
I felt my heart breaking. I was shuddering thinking what would happen to me there. I don't want to die before meeting didi. My eyes glistened.
I saw her lip curling up in a smile. In no time she started laughing. I became confused. She pulled my cheeks.
Mallika: Aww baby! It was just a prank.
Prank? She was joking? Am I really a joke to her? My feelings don't matter at all?
Her smile was sick.
I was not able to control the tears anymore. My lip wobbled and I started crying, pouring all my pain out.
I saw her jaw clench. She tried to hold my hand, I backed off.
Mallika: Baby roo mat please. I was just joking.
I shook my head. I thought she will leave me.
Sumedh: Tum dekh nahi sakti? Jo chize tum mere saath maze ke liye kar rahi ho unse mujhe hurt ho raha hai?😭
I cried. She leaned towards me. I stood up and rushed away from there. I went to the bedroom and then the bathroom. I locked the door and leaned my back on it.
I was panicking. I thought I was going into that place again.
My eyes fell on the drawer where the blades are kept. I felt a sudden urge to cut myself. I rushed towards the drawer and took out a blade and unwrapped it.
I cut my wrist several times, feeling good to see the blood coming out. This physical pain didn't let me think about the pain in my heart for some moments.
I'd hate for someone to do that and walk in but at the same time all I want is for someone to do that too and actually notice and help me.
I washed the blade and kept it back at its place. I took a bath and poured more water than needed on my wounded hand so that it hurts more.
