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He watched, not resisting when she tried to help, as her face twisted in agony after watching the bullet embedded way further in his skin. She produced a medicinal kit from under the seat, quickly unboxing it on the driver's seat.After wiping the excess blood she slowly pushed the forcep in his skin, getting a good grasp on the metal. As she slowly pulled it out, her eyes matched his, witnessing as he didn't so much as flinched, his eyes solely focused on her, in pursuit of discovering even a glimpse of love they had shared."Was all that a lie?" He whispered, his ragged breathe scanned her features, making the lose strands of her hair dance in the space between them.Ignoring his torment within, she quickly covered the open wound with a cotton pad, a little more tightly to stop the bleeding. She poured the antiseptic liquid on fresh cotton ready to tap it on his wound before his hand abruptly snaked on hers, halting her movement, forcing her to look at him."Was everything a fucking
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The key clicked inside the lock, struggling to fit just perfectly in the pattern. After seconds of struggling in the dark, she heard the almost inaudible click before the lock swiftly turned open.Her furniture evanescently lit up with the thundering lightening outside, Gothically underlining the petrifying aura. She tried not to be affected by the storm outside. Even when the electricity was gone like on a typical rainy night, she didn't need a ray of light to know exactly what was where in her apartment. Slinging her purse on the sofa, she walked inside her room, flinching terribly when another thunder roared just outside her window on the twelfth floor.Taking a deep breathe she entered the washroom not closing the door on her empty bedroom, turning on the hot shower. Her clothes had sticked on her skin like a glue, her hair drenched. Despite her attempts to shield herself with the umbrella, Mumbai rains hadn't cared for anything. She shivered as a gush of cold wind entered through
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"It's been three years Donavan"the weary woman spoke earnestly in italian to her son. She had hardly managed to barged inside his office, dodging the secretary outside who was specifically told to keep his mother outside. The way he had been avoiding his incessant mother had become irritating even for her. But this time, she was adamant.Her warm, time worn hand rested on his knee as he hid his face behind palms, sighing, unable to handle the annoyance this conversation brought him every time."And that changes nothing" his muffled voice reverberated through the creaks of his fingers. He hadn't slept, for how long he forgot, but his head reminded him of the deprivation with the pain, just behind his forehead."It changes everything son" her unusually soft voice spoke, worried for the Frantino line that seemed to be in danger with a lack of heir."Look at me" Her weary hands removed his palms away from his eyes, looking in the reddish whiteness bearing the green orbs."You like her do
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"I don't see any reason why she'd go back to India""And I think it's obvious"For the past three months Enzo had worked hard beside don, going beyond the duties as a personal assistant to meet his needs. There was one thing clear to Enzo, Donavan did not rest. It was a medical condition perhaps, but Mr. Frantino never paid heed. He was only thankful that he received more time to finish his work.His exponential growth in the past three years was unexplainable. Although he did not openly agreed in any of the interviews, but she had made all the difference. Without her, he felt the intense urge to fill the void, to complete the gap with success, money, and more importantly so, blood. He did not let himself think, the previlege of time to think wasnt awarded for it always, always brought her back. People thought of him as a successful businessman, a focused individual with sincere objectives. Hardly anyone, and quite literally no one realised that he was all but an absconder, a pathetic
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She had her head on the desk, her drowsiness unmanageable when her eyes slowly closed, exhausted after staring at the screen so long. From a distance she heard a voice calling,"Gaatha"And she ignored.Tara never quite got accustomed to that name. There was always a pause of seconds before she realised that she was being addressed. But today as she was already half asleep, she didn't miniscully paid heed to the strange name. It was only when her shoulder was shook did she look up to find her colleague, frustrated at her behavior."I know you're tired but boss is calling you inside""I can't...oh God...I want to leave this job" Tara whined, her eyes still half closed.Riya couldn't but smile at her friend's usual tantrum,"Pray that it won't be much, now go"With a soft tap on the back Riya was was already back on her desk, zipping her bag....It was seven when she returned home. Despite the haste she had given herself a moment to halt at a stall, to sip a cup of tea, watching the
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She felt her breathe stuck, somewhere down her throat that could not escape, just like the air that was forced to stay outside her system. Her hands scraped his wrists, trying their utmost to pull his hand away, but to no avail his hold only became stronger, his wrath only stormier. She saw the black spots before she felt the unconsciousness engulfing her senses. She deciphered his vengeful eyes that penetrated hers, thriving off of her futile struggles that met his exceptional force, strangling her. His nails dug deeper in her skin, sure to leave a mark if her body was ever managed to be found. His large hand was effortlessly bigger than the girth of her neck, underpinning there was no point to struggle at all.Her hold on his wrist loosened, her eyes softly closed, the struggling noises in her throat fainted and with that his hold slackened, only slightly, but as she realised, it was enough, enough to catch him off guard. It hadn't been even a second before he felt the excruciatin
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Donavan was thunderstruck. He had nothing to say, nothing to add on to when the little girl warily walked, keeping distance from him to reach her mother. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The more he watched her, the more he realised how much of a reflection of him was she, from her eyes, to hair, to skin, to face, to everything. He needed no DNA test to confirm she was his blood, his assumed dead child.When the toddler finally reached close enough to Tara, she hid behind her knees, slowly peeking out to the stranger. And when she found his eyes still glued on her, she hid again.And even in that searing moment, the sweet act made him smile, in pain, in joy. He could not believe it, nor could he pay attention to someone else watching him alarmingly."Why did you tell us to go away?"A woman's voice brought him back to reality and his gaze finally moved to a woman of Tara's age, probably the caretaker, standing next to him, asking Tara in concern.After taking care of the daughter o
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Leaning near he ear he allowed himself to smell her hair before whispering,"I am hungry"Both of his hands caged her by putting themselves against the wall. She felt claustrophobic by his closeness, but more vividly she felt flabbergasted by the absence of questions. She was sure he had a lot to ask, a lot to extract. But why he kept his silence, was a secret.And perhaps it wasn't that indecipherable mystery too, perhaps he was content with whatever he knew so far, whatever he had found out so far. And so he decided to delay the interrogation, something that he knew would surely break her down once again.She took a sharp inhale when his nose traced the skin beneathe her ear, nibbling it softly."I am not your cook" she breathed."And I am not a kind man"Her eyes widened when she felt a metallic blunt end poking her stomach. She didn't had to see it to know that he had taken out to his gun, as if already sensing the resistance.He distanced his face from her neck, observing her eye
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