The Turn

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So, Ramya and me went out of that nasty place. We hired an auto since no taxi was found.
I didn't know what to say to Ramya. I was feeling... Small. Simply, very small!  Her kindness had shown humanity the real meaning of faith, love and FRIENDSHIP.  I wanted to tell her, i missed her badly, that i loved her and i was so sorry for betraying her. Though, I realised this only after I was betrayed by someone. It felt... Frustrating.
This whole thing.
More than my ego, my heart was shattered into pieces, eyes were shedding off tears, and from the wrist, blood was still oozing out. It was clearly visible how that devil had pierced his nails into my sensitive skin. It was probably the worst moment. But, more than anything, there was one thing which was very awesome. I had ramya.
And then.
We are deprived of simple pleasures. That simplicity and feeling of security i felt with her was soon 'gone'.

As we were just going through the auto, it was 6:30 p.m. and a little dark.
A big, wild car stopped in front of our vehicle. I could see through my tears, the passenger of the car. That devil.
Arihant.
Ramya and I looked at each other. Waiting for the next. The worst, probably.  He rashed and jumped out of his huge mercedes and pulled me out of the auto by my left hand.
Before i could react, i was in his grip.
Middle of the road, with blood stained hand and tears dwelled eyes of mine. I was afraid as... Hell.
Ramya came to my rescue. She thrusted her wide hands onto his face. It was a loud, distinct, wild SLAP. Arihant's ego was hurt. And that was the worst which could happen. People around us just walked away. Insensitive, inhuman and mute spectators!
Arihant loosened his grip and i was released. He turned to Ramya and struck his wild, huge, strong arm on her face and she lost her balance. She got pushed exactly in the middle of the road and before I could react,  a big, wild truck approached and striked her. I... I...was... too slow..... Too react.
Screaming, howling and crying on the top of my voice i fell to the ground.

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