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Edha Ahuja, a quiet girl scarred by her past, who shields herself from her family and a world th...
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tw- self harm, blood
~yeh khel bada badnaam re, jhuthe khwaab dekhawe toote kanch ke tukdo pe; mua ishq nachaawe...
Edha's Pov-
Flashback...
The musty smell of the surroundings clogged my throat, I want to throw up. It's so suffocating. I gathered myself in a corner wrapping my arms around my knees. Tear trickling down my face since I don't what number of hours.
I'm scared.
I want to go home.
But, I can't. My home is so far away.
Reyaan will find me in a few minutes. Siddhartha will be back to find me where he left me alone. Atleast, Shanaya will look for me. It's so lonely and dark and creepy. I want to leave.
A loud screech of door reverberated in the air. Finally, someone is here looking for me. Maybe Shanaya, Reyaan or Sid.
But what if it's someone else?
I should stay here until I confirm.
A creepy sound of whistle penetrated my ears. I stay still in my position, hiding behind the large cardboard boxes.
"Hello darling." A masculine voice called. It's an unknown voice. Who is that? That's not someone I know. I did not move, maybe he's here to hurt me.
"I know you're. Just come out yourself or I'll have to come myself." He spoke. My throat dried. Is he looking for me? The whistles came closer to me.
I'm dead.
His footsteps came nearer to me. Closer. Closer. Almost here. I was pushing myself into the walls as forcefully as I could. I wish I had the power to be invisible.
He found me.
"Hello, babygirl. You made me search for you so much." The man said.
It's Ashrit. Sid's classmate. I've seen him sometimes in the hallway or in the playground. Mostly in the playground, he is the captain of the football team. He is a supposed bad boy of the school, he was also caught for having drugs in school.
He wouldn't hurt me, now, would he?
I don't even know him.
Present
Those shining edges of the little glass pieces reminded me of the places.
As I picked up the broken glass shards, memories of my past flooded my mind, haunting me like ghosts. I was transported back to my teenage years, a time filled with pain and trauma that I had long tried to bury.
Flashes of hurtful words and cruel taunts echoed in my mind, each memory cutting deeper than the last.
