Mahal

She is walking in the dark corridors which are barely lit, the only source of light is the torch light in her hand.
As she is walking she heard someone calling her " Piyali...."
she halted in her tracks and turned back, she find the voice familiar but can't decipher where she heard, the voice is so sweet to her...
" Piyali"... the voice again called this time she decided to check.

she walked towards the voice direction
" who's is there?" Her voice echoed but no reply came, so she neared the spot from where the voice is heard, which is more darker than the corridor, even her torch is falling short in the darkness there, she is trying to adjust her eyes, squinting her eyes she asked again " who's is that?"
She expected a reply but she was pulled into a hug.

As a girl she is trying to defend herself but the hug is so strong she is unable to even move.
she can hear that manly voice kept saying something to her, but she is unable to understand.
Those hands now cupped her face, while she tried to see who it is,
but she felt kisses on her neck traveling towards her face,
she resisted and shouted " no...leave me...no"
Hearing that the hands left her face immediately, and the manly voice sounded concern, but escaping from the grip, she started to run from there in the darkness.
she is not in the right state of mind she just kept running and running until she bumped into someone.

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