Tera intezar (episode 4)

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Swara’s pov.
Ahh my head is becoming havy… N everything is turning blur…
He left tieing me with tree… I start to feel dizy… Then when i closed my eyes…. I dont know…..
…after sometime i was feeling my head on something… I tried to open my eyes… But was unble everything was just dark… Then i feel water drop on my hand… What was that… I tried to open my eyes again…n yes i did it…
Oh my god he was crying holding my hand… Yes yes that ruler of mafia world…… But y??? This strike in my mind…
A flashesh come to my mind
a girl was lieing with pool of blood n a boy was helding her..
He was crying like a mad… N her hand sliped from his hand….
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“noooooooo” he shout
“dont leave me shona plz plz i will die without u” he shout n huged me…
Who is this shona for whom he is crying… Ahh it was hurting me..I was just feeling to hug him but instead i pushed him….
“what the bl*ody hell” i bark at him
“sorry sho.. Swara” he was looking down
“what shona shona shona…. Who is the this” i become hell frusted
i know i barked at him again n was expecting him to beat me again…his eyes were turning red.. Oh no…..
“u should take rest”
to my suprise he didnt shout oh wow…. Whats this…i tuched my head… feel bandage on my head… He did this…
“Sanskar” i called him
“hmm” he
“y u put his bandage on my head” me
he didnt utter any word n was about to leave
“y the hell u hurt me n then come heal…” i shout
oh no he turned dangarous again
he held my face
“thats my wish what to do ” he
i jerk his hand
“no i want my answar to today y u kidnaped me on my birt…” before i could continue…he out his gun n hold on my neck..
“enough dont take the name of ur blo*dy birthday” his eyes turned moist…
“why what i have done to u…. Y u r doing this” i fell on floor
he sit beside me…. N put his hand on my shoulder… I jerked m talking to a Mafia….
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Sanskar pov
hell this girl… I know she is innocent… But what to do she is only weekness of that shekhar singhania…. But y r caring sanskar… In this 18 years i naver cared for anyone but…
I sit beside her…. N put my hand on her shoulder… She jerked my hand… God that nonstop talking meshine was better…
“simple answar belive me ur father is a mafia” i
she looks at me immedaitly…
“dare to talk about my baba… Every one is not like u…” she glare me wth blood shot eyes…
Now my blood is boiling
i tightly held her checks
“ahh leave me” me shout
“why” i roar
“coz its paining” she pleaded to me
“ur father is a mafia…. He killed many innocent peoples…”
“he is a bussinessman ” she
“ya mafia plus doing illigel bussiness” me
“enough” she slapped me
precape: rection………..
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