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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.”

furrowed as she looked at me skeptical about my response. While I maintained my expressionless face. For her to believe me, I even gave her a sweet

you look like you have

her secretly wiping my

be because

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

that she looked pretty convinced with my answer I breathed a sigh

Okay. I will cook something

open for me as we walked

try Gajar ka

“Yeah. Let’s eat.”

too. She sat on a stool keeping the bowl on the brown kitchen

After a

up with a wiper. She thought

Wanting to fetch a

you tell me earlier? Let

worry about it. Besides, it

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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

at that time? Tell me

I came across her room

corner of her eyes, as

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 and ran outside in the verandah but she surprised me

of her. I imagined the whole scenario in my head.

“When will it all

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

much I wanted to do something for her. Something that would have 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 us, that she had

I

voice brought me

head hurts. Are you going to crush me to tears?” As she uttered a teasing question. Grinning. A

“Eh. Sorry.”