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Part~3(Last Part)

I would like to dedicate this part to my lovely sis MrsArnuu If not for her, the end of this part wouldn't be beautiful like it has now. Love you dear 😘😘😘😘😘

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Anjali tossed and turned on the hard floor. Her breathing becomes laboured proving her lungs and heart are still active. Her ears perked up and eyes opened wide at the shriek of voice.

Her mind pursued her to get up and see what the sound was about whereas her brain failed to order the limbs. Her limbs lay flat tied up with a rope. Her mouth opened hollow trying to grasp her breath. Her eyes flickered and near to close when she heard another shriek followed by a cry. Her brain registered the danger and ordered the limbs to move. But lack of oxygen and the tied up limbs has no option but to stay immobile.

Meanwhile, inside Shyam jumped aside in confusion hearing Khushi's shriek. He looked at his hands and her trying to analyse what would've probably hurted her that she yelled at the top of her voice.

Khushi who failed to restrict him through her physical strength used one of her antics. She shrieked without any particular reason and distracted him successfully. Apparently, any tool could be best for a good craftsman. Victoriously she knocked him down using the opportunity and made a step to escape from his clutches.

Once devil can never be an angel. And when the devil named anger blinded his senses, Shyam recovered from her folly and quickly regained himself back. Before Khushi could make out a run towards door forgetting her earlier failed attempts, she was yanked back badly. She fell right on his chest, her hairs disheveled and fell right on her face hiding her face.

She wiggled on his arms as he continued to laugh like a lunatic.

"Tsk... Tsk... Trying to act smart. No one... No one can stop me today from taking what is mine..." He bragged.

"There's nothing here which is yours." She fervently despised.

He craned his neck and raised his brows in an amused way "Your fierce... I just love that Khushiji..." She jumped  feeling his face so near her. Instantly, she stomped his feet & pushed him down at the place where it pains. He yelped in pain & that was the exact cry Anjali heard.

Anjali rolled her body with great difficulty and somewhat successful in taking a one full rotation. Applying full force she took a round again and again until she hit a thing which is nothing but a weapon she need at the moment the most.

Shyam fell down on his knees at the impact. Her determination and anger added to her bone weight gave a perfect needed shot which made him immobile for good few minutes. She released herself from his hold and looked out for something which would help her at the moment. She hurriedly tried to open the main door & the realisation hit her. Mustering her dripping courage and thoughts, she run towards the wardrobe and tried to open it. Alas! It was locked already. Then she moved towards side drawer and opened it to search for alternate keys.

But seems like her Devimaiyya decided to test her, she turned out empty handed. The seriousness of issue once again dawned on her when her eyes accidentally fell on struggling anjali who was at the moment trying to catch her breath amidst of the restrictions. Panic started to crept up. Her heart drummed in anxiety. Her lips and hands started to quiver in tension. Her mind went blank. Sweat beads already rolled down from her forehead to chin and down to throat. Her eyeballs frantically moved from left to right inside the premises of eyes. In between this her mind didn't failed to register the wincing Shyam nor the reducing yelp from him. Her brain quickly rewind her memory and found out the key on his pocket. Without wasting time, she took the comforter and throw it on his head & held him captive from behind. He tossed his head and his arm already went behind to hold Khushi. She give her best effort to strangle his neck, at least she expected a sprain or anything that would keep him abate. But her idea backfired. A sane person would've fatigued but a lunatic obsessed person will never. In no time Shyam pushed her away and threw the comforter away. His strong physical strength become his boon whereas her moral strength was her boon.