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“Be a realist, in every way you find possible. Even in the times, you don’t want or need to be.” [Jacqueline]

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Jacqueline’s POV:

The fear engulfed me from inside making me breathless.

‘Who can it be?’

As my thoughts wandered, A name flashed in my mind.

‘Rohan.’

‘Who said things that happen in desperation can be good. The whole scene replayed in my mind in the spotlight.’

‘Oh God, please save me.’

My whole body shuddered as the realization dawned upon me.

‘I’m so done. He will probably kill me.’

Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths to calm down when the door of my bedroom opened and a head peeked inside. It was Nikki.

Her black eyes instantly connected with mine.

“Jacky, I made Gajar ka halwa. Would you like some?”

I gathered my wits to refuse her. But her hopeful gaze stopped me. Unable to say a word, I nodded at her. Smiling a fake smile.

And stepped forward walking outside and closing the door behind me. As I faced her in full light.

“What’s wrong you look pale Jacky?”

Though Nikki was everything a sister should be, She was never a calm person. Telling her how a cla**mate of mine had stopped me from leaving the school premises and so I had stabbed him with a pen. To get out safely. It was a wrong idea. Too wrong. Because then who will save him? From her? I have already done the worst to him. I didn’t want to elevate it. So I lied with a straight face.

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“Eh. Nothing.”

skeptical about my response. While I maintained my expressionless face. For her to believe me, I even

sure? you look like you have been through

smiled at her secretly wiping my sweaty hands at the t-shirt I

be because

I met Swati Aunty outside and she said, Mama, had called her to inform that Papa can return early. So

looked pretty convinced with my answer I breathed a

finally spoke. “Oh. Okay. I will

door open for me

Let’s try

“Yeah. Let’s eat.”

this she served me a bowl of it. While taking out some for herself too. She sat on a stool keeping the bowl on the brown kitchen slab. And I

silence. After a few minutes,

up with a wiper. She

Wanting to fetch a first aid box

hurt? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?

little injury, So I am good. Don’t worry about it.

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tendency to hit people without a reason. And it wasn’t the first time. Even I was hit severely many times by her. With the broom, wiper, slippers, a brush, and whatnot. There were a few faded marks on my face. My eyes turned a little red but I maintained my feelings. Losing the calm in front of her would only break her. And I didn’t want

at that time? Tell

searching for something in her Almira. I came across her room to

escaped from the corner of her

that moment when I understood it was futile to argue with her. So, I struggled to get out of her hold and ran outside in the verandah but she surprised me again, by attacking me with the wiper from the back. Though even after the hit, I

I imagined the whole scenario in my head. And my eyes turned

open my eyes. “When will it all stop, Jacky? I am tired of

I walked up to her stool. And engulfed her large body in my small one. Giving her a little of the love

turned our situation a little better. No matter how much she grows up, she will always remain a kid for me. A kid for whom, even a bullied girl like me, fought with everyone who tried hurting her. I could never fathom that she had grown up to the point of getting wounds without even letting me know about it. Wasn’t it the eldest one who will be the scapegoat for the youngest one? Not to

‘one day, I won’t

me out of my

she uttered a teasing

“Eh. Sorry.”