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26. Nightmare And A Drop Of Love

Hey!!!

You missed me! I know you did!! XD

I tried updating before but, I couldn't. I realised that exams are in a week or so from now and I have done nothing so far.

Plus I burnt my hand again and was sick so, it restricted my typing and thinking abilities.

But, here is the update! Finally!

So,

HAPPY READING <3

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~~~ASMAARA's POV~~~

I felt numb. Brain dead. Sick. Sick of all this. Where am I? What's happening? Baba said he was in Pakistan so, what is he doing here? Did baba lie to me? Did he throw me into this well again? Oh God! Please, No!

"Tum pagal ho Gaye ho! You have lost it, Imraan! You have lost it!" I finally found my lost voice again and pushed Imraan as far as I could. This time he didn't lose his balance. Instead, he quickly covered the distance between us.

"No baby, you are the one losing it," he gave me a crooked chuckle before his hand reached for my hair. He pulled a bunch of them while I tried not to tear up in front of him. Mercilessly pulling me closer, he whispered, "you know what makes me want to have you even more than before?"

Our faces inches apart, He glared at me devilishly, "your parents told me to stay away from you- they dared to stand against my father- against me! Bohot bari galati ho gayi, nahi?"

I finally gave up and reached for his hand that was pulling my hair. His grip was too tight that it felt like he would rip my hair off any moment. It pained my scalp. My heart. My soul. I am related to this guy- the thought itself disgusted me.

I didn't get much time to process anything as he suddenly threw me backwards- as harshly as he could. I tripped, banging my head against a car's tail light and landed on the pavement. My hand instantly reached for my forehead as everything almost blacked out.

He stood there while I struggled to gain my vision back. Sweat trickled down the side of my forehead, mixing with blood, which was now oozing out of my torn skin. While It traced its way down to my chin, Imraan just stood there, on the grass now, and smirked at me with his head tilted to his left.

"Come with me Asmaara and save your parents from all the shame. You know how ugly things can get, right?" he gave me a toothy grin and threw his head back before breaking into fits of laughter. I don't find anything funny right now.

He held his head in his hands and then looked at me with nothing but a glint lust in his eyes. It was stronger than last time- the smell of filth that covered his body.

I rested my hands on the car's trunk and helped myself up on my feet again. Everything spun slowly as I took a few steps toward him. I dropped inches away from his feet, unable balance myself anymore.

"Kyun kar rahe ho tum yeh sab? Please mujhe jaane do," I cried, helplessly. Imraan bent next to me and rested his hand on my shoulder. I flinched at his cold touch but, failed to move away.

"Sunai nahi diya? I think I heard you cry?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow. He was having fun. As I found my fingers resting a small, lumpy rock, he continued, "baby, you know that's not an option, right?"

"I know," I nodded, blinking away the hot tears, "but, this definitely is."

Imraan frowned at me and with one quick swing; I aimed the sharp edge of the rock at his head. I was a little reluctant about it but, his gaze made me more and more ignorant towards the fact that he was a human.