HELLO FRIENDS! As promised, I am back again with another chapter. Hope you all like it too.
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“Leave me! I don’t want to do this. What are you both doing? Fie on you!! L-E-A-V-E M-E!! AAAAAAAHHHH….”I screamed loudly and opened my eyes. I was drenched with sweat and I am feeling thirsty. So it was a dream. Didn’t seem to be one. I need to drink some water.
DING…DONG- the doorbell rang. I opened the door. A courier-man. He said,” Courier for you sir. Please sign here and take it sir.”
I took it and slammed the door shut after he went away. Having unwrapped the covers, it revealed a CD and a letter inside it. First let me check the CD. I inserted it in the CD player and tapped the ‘Play’ button on the remote.
“W-Hat are Y-You do-doing? L- leave m-me! Pl-ea-se.”
“ Tonight it’s our night sanskar. Your virginity and image- both will break down boy and a cry-baby will become a man. You willl be a man sanskar.”
“NO! You w-w-won’t d-do Th-that. LEAVE ME!”
“Leave me! I don’t want to do this. What are you both doing? Fie on you!! L-E-A-V-E M-E!! AAAAAAAHHHH….”
Laughter, slurps, bites and all those horrible sounds and those nasty dialogues filled my ears again. I sat on the couch, numb. I can see myself, Kayra and Shaurya- ruffling on the bed. I can see myself getting screwed up, my whole body shaking violently. Three naked bodies hurling on the bed- one was trying to escape and the other two was f**king him up with all their might. I am getting screwed up, once again- not only in that screen but also in reality. Those memories came rushing up again.
I broke down.
I cried, cried, shouted, clutched my hair and tried to pull them off. I thumped on my chest helplessly. Everything was again visible, right in front of my eyes. WHY ME? AAAAHHH….!!! I wish the ground opens up and pulls me inside it. When my cries reduced to painful sobs, something dawned on me- The Letter!
I quickly fumbled for the letter on my bed. Having found it, I anxiously opened up the letter. The words froze me again.
Hope you have already watched the video sent to you. And you must have understood what we can do. Look, we can post it on the internet if we want. Well, don’t dare telling that s*xy secret of ours to anyone else. We know that Gaurav knows. But more publicity isn’t required. Do you get that?
And yeah, prepare a lakh rupee for us instantly. You are a sweet, handsome, smart, s*xy rich guy dear! 😉 . And hence, please keep it ready babe. And yeah, don’t plan anything foolish. We know that your parents are coming to visit you. You want them to come safely. Right?
We are coming within some minute’s baby.
Kayra and Shaurya ;-).”
I crumpled the paper into small ball. I sat on the bed, with despair rising up my body. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. They are blackmailing me. What can I do? Mummy and papa are coming. If they can really harm them? What will I do then?
I swiftly wiped off the tears. Boys shouldn’t cry! Note the sarcasm.
I have to prepare one lakh. I need to shoo them out of my life as soon as possible. Probably I can live happily again then. Hope this money shushes them up. And they leave my ass forever. I probably have it in my locker. Dad transferred it to my account and I took it out to buy some costly books, savings and commodities. Yeah! There it is. I smiled a fragile smile and took it out.
Just then the doorbell rang.
How was it friends? Good? Bad? Your comments prove that. And silent readers (if any), please write up a few lines so that I can evaluate myself and rectify my mistakes.
And sorry, I know you people might be angry on me for letting your Sanskar go through immense pain. Bash me politely. No problem. I am Really Sorry. But good times WILL come. I will end it in a good note. Sorry for the short updates. But I thought to stop here.
The next chapter will be posted again on tomorrow morning. So by afternoon, you people will get the 8th chapter too. Hope you all are liking my efforts. Your love and encouragement has really helped me a lot to write my stories.
Love u all.
Credit to: Bisha