hey dearies i know i should be kicked…….. and donno what else u wud b having in ur minds
sorry for not updating for so longggggggg
like sorry a hundred times but really cudn’t help it, nor can now
just stuck somewhere and have no options
life seems fully messed up
just came here to share a few things and hear a sigh of relief from u all. yeah and the news is i wont be troubling u all with my stuff for i guess another 15 days atleast.
ah yes u have the right to enjoy this news, but b4 that here i come to spoil ur mood again, i mean am here with a very very short part of the story
well have many things about its track in my mind to bore u all but then again things dont favour my writings
urghhhhhhhhhhhh again such a long speech
well scold me or abuse me i cant help am just a chatter box even in miserable times
ahhh enough of it now no more boring stuff……….. but super boring stuff yeah my story(Abhya)
so here u go, enjoy if u can
love u and miserably missing u all, plz just do me a favor reply something or the other, like literally at present time anything wud love
Miss me lol
In the woods
Abhay stumbled on his feet, and stood near the river with the tree support on his left.
His face glistened with the tripled water droplets. The fast flowing air added to his tiredness, and he collected his body down on the ground.
His mouth let out a deafening, harsh painful groan, and his eyes drooped down as his body thudded on the ground.
Out there in some farther part of the forest, two hooded figures are shocked to hear the sound.
One of them clutches the shoulder of the other and turns towards it.
They suddenly disappear from there with a lightning speed.
Abhay is lying unconscious on the ground when the hooded figures reach him.
Their hoods droop down because of the fast flowing wind.
They take him to the bottom of the valley and lay him on the ground firmly.
Few minutes later he is seen surrounded by some wooden stakes and a candle beside each.
There are 13 of them. They keep their hands over the wooden stakes one by one and each time as they touch it, blood ooze out from their hands. The screams will be unbearable for any delicate human ear. The blood flowed down the wooden stakes and through the ground reached Abhay’s body. It appeared like 13 spokes of a circle meeting at Abhay’s back. Finally they wave their hands over Abhay’s head and heart, in a rubbing manner.
Lethargy left his body and he opened his eyes and saw the most caring personalities in front.
The smile spread over his face expressed his delight. “Mom, Dad……you…………here? Mom! Dad! I………. ” he tried to speak. “Not a word Abhay. Not a WORD.” Hasina warned him.
“You would stay quiet until we get home.” Chand supported.
Blood tears started to form in Abhay’s eyes but he closed them shut not giving a chance for anyone to see them.
“I won’t ask you to open them, but I know for what they are shut.” endorsed Hasina.
They all forwarded their left hands and in no time there was no sign of any soul.
Piya is lost thinking about Abhay, Krishit, the Forest, that Lady and almost every other person that seem to have talked to her that evening, when she heard the hushing rustle of the leaves from the wind blowing across the path opposite to the Mansion.
Credit to: Nikki