THEY ARE ALL MAFIA

Shweta POV

I was done pacing back and forth in this extraordinarily small room. I was done waiting and feeling helpless. I was literally done with everything that monster had put me in to.

I still remember the day my dad was tied to a chair and he was badly bruised. I would never forget the gun shot on his left arm. He bled a lot on that day. That was the last image I had of him which is forever engraved in my heart and mind.

I still remember his eyes begging me to run and I as a stubborn kid once again did not listen to him. I should have but I did not. Then again, how could I? He was the only family I had. How could I just leave him with those men who were hell bent on killing him.

A lone tear escaped my eyes thinking about my father. I did not spend lot of time with him since childhood. In fact, I had spent my whole childhood in Shimla.

It doesn’t mean that he did not love me. In fact, I was the only person whom he had loved more than his life. Now, I am the reason he lost his life