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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

look like you have been through

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

be because

met Swati Aunty outside and she said, Mama, had called

my answer I breathed a sigh of

“Oh. Okay. I will cook something

me as we

Let’s try Gajar ka

“Yeah. Let’s eat.”

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 followed her

a few

beat me up with a wiper. She

And stood up. Wanting to fetch a first aid box

you tell me

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

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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

that time? Tell

for something in her Almira. I came across her room to check on her. When she started screaming at my

few tears escaped from the corner of her eyes, as she

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 again, by attacking me with the wiper from the back. Though even

a sarcastic remark of her. I imagined the

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

up to her stool. And engulfed her large body in my small one. Giving her a little of the love that was still

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

myself, ‘one day, I

me out of

head hurts. Are you going to crush me to tears?” As she uttered a teasing question. Grinning. A mischievous glint in her eyes. That she used to

“Eh. Sorry.”