Love's Deadly Secret~ Akisha & Anan
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Anan x Akisha
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A woman, dressed in a pink shawl, red top, and black jeans, was rushing through a railway station, tightly holding the hand of a 5-year-old girl. Her hurried steps and anxious glances suggested urgency-was she escaping, chasing a departing train, or running from something unseen? The child struggled to keep up, her small feet barely matching the woman's frantic pace. The echoes of their footsteps blended with the distant sound of an approaching train, adding to the tension in the air.
Then, suddenly-a hand shot out , gripping the woman's arm.
Before she could react, a sharp, cold blade plunged into her side. She gasped, eyes widening in shock as pain shot through her body. The little girl let out a piercing scream, her tiny hands still clutching the woman's. The station's noise seemed to blur-the chatter, the train whistle, the footsteps-everything faded into the chilling silence of betrayal.
The woman collapsed onto the cold platform, her shawl darkening with blood. Her vision blurred as she looked up, trying to make out the face of her attacker. A shadowy figure loomed over her, eyes cold and merciless.
The child, trembling, tugged at her arm. "Mama... get up... please."
But the woman's lips parted in a silent whisper, her strength slipping away as the sound of the train's arrival filled the station. Suddenly ther was darkness.
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A woman stood trembling, tears streaming down her face as she gripped knife . Her voice was desperate, breaking with every word.
"Tell me he's lying... or I swear, I'll end it. Just tell me the truth!" You have not kill her right "
, a painful, steady voice responded:
Yes, he is right.
The knife slipped from her hands. The world around her blurred. The truth had been spoken, but could she survive it?
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