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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.”

brows furrowed as she looked at me skeptical about my response. While I maintained my

sure? you look like

her secretly wiping my sweaty hands at

It must be because of

you say so. By the way, I met Swati Aunty outside and she said, Mama, had called her to inform that Papa can

looked pretty convinced with my answer

“Oh. Okay. I

for me as we walked up

Let’s try Gajar ka

“Yeah. Let’s eat.”

some for herself too. She sat on a stool keeping the bowl on

silence. After a

Mommy beat me up with a

Wanting to

didn’t you tell me earlier? Let me

down first. There was a very little injury, So I am good. Don’t worry about it. Besides, it wasn’t the first time that I

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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

was I at that time? Tell me

something in her Almira. I came across her room to

corner of her eyes, as she

that I am a thief. And she will kill me for stealing her things. Initially, I wanted to pacify her, but she didn’t let me speak a word. Without me noticing she took a hold of my hair and screamed at my face. Exactly at that moment when I understood it was futile to argue with her. So, I struggled to get out of her hold

imagined the whole scenario in my head. And my

to open my eyes. “When will it

body in my small

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 mention she was supposed to be careless and irresponsible. But now the destiny had done such great injustice to

day, I won’t

me

to tears?” As she uttered a teasing question. Grinning. A mischievous glint in her eyes. That she used to mask her

“Eh. Sorry.”