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Chapter 5 | Kiara

Kiara

"Yeah, I know he's cute. But he is mine. Touch him and I'll kill you."

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KIARA placed the cigarette between her lips, inhaling the smoke into her lungs and enjoying the dizziness and relaxation it bought aftermath. Kiara wasn't that much of a smoker but whenever she felt the need to be less sober to deal with matters and alcohol wasn't available, a cigarette could be of some help.

She hears footsteps behind her as she gazes out of the balcony to the field of daffodils that surround the mansion. It's funny that how everything else had changed and yet, nature remains the same. It had been eight years, after all.

This mansion harboured many sweet memories for Kiara, but she pushed them all away from her mind. Those familiar voices of giggles still rang in her ears. The smiles that she and Zain had shared in this place were still stamped in her mind.

But then, she grew up. Her father's death had taught her a cruel lesson - that life isn't a bouquet of flowers. Its sucks and if you want to get through it, you need to be tough. This world is no place for kindness.

"He has packed, Miss." her bodyguard, Aman informed.

She sighed and threw the cigarette to the ground, squashing it with her heels. She ran her hands through her hair, she hated doing this. But her father wanted this so she would do it for him.

"His acceptance letter and mark sheets with all the documents are there?" she asked him, her eyes still focused on the daffodils.

She wanted nothing more to run in those fields again, but she was in no place to do so. She owned the place after all so she could come back anytime. Every single thing on this land was hers now and she still couldn't wait to get out of here. Those memories were haunting.

"Yes, Miss. His passport is cleared too." Aman informed.

"The girl?" she asks.

"Is here," he replies.

"Good, let's get out of here."

With one last look at the field, she turns and marches out. Her neutral face was back on and she really wished she had a glass of whisky for herself right now. When she gets back home though, she surely was going to indulge herself in some.

As she walks down the stairs, she is greeted by the sight of her uncle and his wife. She still couldn't believe that he remarried, his first wife was the kindest woman she had ever met and no one could ever replace her place. Kiara knew that she had committed suicide and she very much knew the reason. They were standing in front of her, after all. There was no way she was going to leave this place without avenging her death.

The wife was crying hysterically while holding on to her equally terrified son. Kiara loved the way they looked at her in death. Their fear was just fueling Kiara's ambition and she would absolutely love doing what she had planned for them.

Kiara walked towards her uncle with an evil smirk on her face. She smiled as her gaze turned to her uncle's left hand and if it was for her, the man would already be revealed of the pain. She wished nothing more of a bullet in his head but she knew that she would be too kind to do that. He deserved slow torture that Kiara had planned for him.

"Now, dear uncle, stop being so dramatic and get up. My car waits for you. I can't be more eager to show you your new home, the one you can never escape from. The Yadav's Hospital for the Weak awaits you. Oh, and a word of advice, do what they say because if you don't then you will definitely end up dead by the end of the week." she says as her men pick up the old man, dragging him out of the house as he cries.