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Ananya POV
"Aaj ka din subh hai, Mama Shakuni. Varna pehela war is gun se aaj hi hota." (It's a lucky day, Mama Shakuni. Or else the gun would have already killed someone.) I answered, before storming away to where my things were. I put on my jacket, pushes one gun in my pant belt and the other in the knee pocket. Picking my bag, I walk away. (A/N Jacket above↟)
I was so angry I wanted to break something; I had started to have these types of mood swings since losing my family. I was walking as fast I could, but I didn't know where I was going. I was unsure of how I will release my anger too.
Back at my dorm, I used to go out, there was a boxing school nearby and my classmate Akhil was the owner actually his father was but whatever. On such occasions he allowed me to go punch few bags. Back at my house, I had this small room where I used to punch a wall. A bad thing I know but when I was angry my rage knew no bounds.
I contemplated my way, I could go back and ask for direction, but that means meeting Shakuni, I may punch him. Or I could just walk around here, killing my time and try to calm my anger. From my past experiences the second option didn't happen I could never calm myself.
Well, lets see what happens. I turn around and walk back towards the way I came from.
"Aagayi wapas kya hua dar lag gaya?" (Why are you back? Got scared?) Mama Shakuni taunts me but I ignore walking to my brothers.
Duryodhana opens his mouth to say something but his sister standing beside her shakes her head, and signing him to stop for her. Astonishingly, he listens to his sister.
"ladki hai, aur kya karegi? Abhi bhai ke pichche kaal pati ke piche." (You are a girl, what else can you do? Right now, you are behind your brothers, tomorrow you will be behind your husband.) Dushassan comments again. I try to calm my breathing but its no use. My hands form a fist.
Third POV
"Ab gussa aara hai, mama shree." (Now, she is angry Mama shree) Dushassan laughs.
