His Twisted Revenge

Chap 1(b)

Damn, it's hot these days. She thought as she reached home.
After a cold shower and a little meal she was in her bed. She often used to wonder why didn't the summer break started from June; the university becomes boiling hot in summer but then things don't go the way we want them to; if it would work that way she would have never let her mother go, she would have been braver, she wouldn't have had screamed. She thought as tears ran down her cheeks followed by sobs.

" Amu I was thinkin... Amu.. Amu... are you crying? Dear what happened? "

She hadn't noticed Maliha enter her room and now it was too late; nonetheless her mouth opened for excuses.

" N.. nothing .. Just .. Its .. Its bad grades " she said as she wiped her tears.

" Oh but darling your result isn't out yet; is it? "

"No its about this test I .. I.."

She cuts her off "For God's sake Amu. Are u telling me you're crying over some stupid test?"

" But I studied hard for it Maliha."

"Its ok. You shouldn't worry about a test result Amu. The good thing is you're prepared for your upcoming exams " She whispered as she give her a hug.

"Amu I came here to ask you if you could come with me after your nap to shop ? "

"Grand Mall?" She asked

"Yup! Grand Mall" Maliha nodded

"Now how can I say no to that; you know that place never gets old "
" Ya? because you get to have novels from the library. But this time you're coming with us Amu ."

No she needed another novel she thought "But Maliha .."

"And Dont you dare say no !!" Maliha spoke without listening to what she had to say.

"Maliha I get bored." she pouted .

"Its important Amu mom and I are thinking we should buy some new pots for the garden and some sceneries for the guestroom; dad's always too busy so we thought we should go by ourselves. And you're coming with us. We need that talented mind of yours."

Amal was one talented girl; she was a good artist, she had a good sense of fashion, and home decorations.

Later after a nap Amal was in the mall. Checking every scenery; she found most of them amazing. She had always admired the quality of products at The Grand Mall.

If it was her house; she'd buy most of her furniture from this place; but then she would only get a House when she weds, well if that's the case then I'll tell him I am not gonna step in the house unless you let me get the furniture from Grand mall. she giggled at the thought of that.

She was busy checking a huge mud pot. It's rather expensive she thought; when a man passed by her speedily pushing her. She gasped in horror as the pot slipped from her hands and broke into pieces.

"What have you done mam!! That was a costy pot " said some one from behind her. She turned to see the shop's caretaker starring at the broken jar.

"I'm afraid you will have to come with me mam . " he said

"But why?.. I mean it's not my fault someone pushed me" she said as she felt her self panicking.

"You will have to talk to the manager mam!" he said.

A small crowd gathered around. People always enjoy watching others misery she thought .

"Oh My God!! Amal you did this? Why didn't you just went to the library like always? You always have to do something wrong don't you? "

She already knew who that was. She turned to face her angry looking aunt.

"Aunt it wasn't my fault someone pushed me" she tried to explain.

"Mam you will have to come with me please" said the man again.

She, Her aunt and Maliha followed the caretaker.

We reached the third floor of the mall and turned to the right corner. The lights were dim and there was a long corridor finally we reached a big brown door.

"Mam only you or your mother can go inside; Is she your mother Mam?"