BEAUTIFUL just thinking of this word what comes to your mind first?
maybe a beautiful face of someone. well that is not enough to decribe beautiful. Perhaps beautiful can be described by a beautiful heart. A golden heart.
kiara Gill is a girl of 2...
Aryan's pov . We took her to the nearest hospital. Her mother was crying and my mum was comforting her. Priya was asleep in my lap. My father was talking to the the head police officer. We came in the hospital at 2:15 p.m. and now its nearly midnight. I was very worried about her I never Saw Shreya like this. Whenever I think about Shreya a happy sweet and most of all a cheerful girl comes to my mind i felt sorry for her. I knew what happened . It happened again and now the new victim of it is my own best friend. My blood boiled in anger and my eyes were dry no tears formed in it but my heart cried for that innocent girl. The doc came outside from the operating room. She informed us that they needed to do four more surgeries to fix her face shape and eyes. Shreyas 's mother rested her forehead and sobbed . Aryans dad Mr.Sharma spoke I think we should go home now the police told that they will start investigating when the sun rises. At morning we can come again. Shreya's mom: sir you go I will stay here shreya needs me. Aunty spoke silently with a pain in her voice and sadness in her eyes. Maybe dads right we should all go now aunty you and priya may live in our place for few days I said . I don't want to trouble you more beta. She replied concerned. Of course you not troubling us my mom said patting her back. Come on at least stay with us until shreya comes home. Shreya 's mom : okay . My mom smiled at her . We reached home and showed aunty our guest room for staying. I came in my room, got freshed up and laid in bed hugging a pillow. I had a picture of me and shreya from high school. It was our farewell day. She huged me with one hand and have a big smile at the camera. And I was staring at her , it more looks like I was lost in her eyes in that picture. Her wavy hair hung on her back exposing her bright earring . She looked so pretty in that picture. I started laughing while thinking about the day. Another friend of mine Abhi kept cracking jokes on the teachers. Soon my laughing turned into sobbing. I sobbed bitterly. I was sleepless. My tears fell from my eyes and passed to my cheeks and got mixed with the bedsheet. But they never stopped once. And soon the morning came. The police started investigating. The case got more complicated. Shreya was unconsious for five days. She had 4 surgeries that were left. Two months passed. The doc have us permission ti bring her home. We could open her mask and reveal her face after six days. Till then she was not allowed to go in front of the mirror. Present time Shreya's pov She wore this
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I stood in front of the long mirror examine my face with my fingertips. I touched the skin and felt nothing. I was brought from the hospital 2 weeks ago my face was covered with white clothing for almost 1 week then the worse came. The time when I need it to see my face. Everyone came from our locality Aryan holded my hand. I noticed my mum crying silently in the corner of the room. Aryan whispered to me you don't have to do this. But I need to see my face! I replied him. I started removing the white clothes off my face all people got tensed up ,their faces exposed that they were very worried about me . I finally saw my face all I could do was scream in fear I screamed and sat in the floor in a fatal position resting my head and body in Aryan's shoulder I holded his arms and sobbed loudly. He patted my back giving me kisses in my head. He tried to comfort me but my tears wouldn't stop. My sobbing became more loud. Priya came running towards me and hugged me tightly. She whispered in my ears. Priya: don't worry didi. You are still pretty and I will always love you. Her words hit my head I hugged her and cried.
