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Chapter 18

“When you try to save yourself from something. You are going to be more caught up in it.” [Jacqueline]

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I put up a fake bravado and gathered my courage out. Daring to explain to him.

“I. Uncle. He and I. It’s not like what you are thinking.”

His hold tightened upon my words. And I almost yelped as he pinched me on the shoulder.

“She is upset with me. Uncle. That’s why she is saying that. Don’t mind her.”

“I.” I was trying to say that he is lying. But I stopped when I looked at him from the side and noticed he was already looking at me. He mouthed the words, ‘I will kill you. If you didn’t shut up.’ And I gulped and stopped explaining to him. Even if I did, uncle will probably never believe me. He will think I was just hiding the fact of having a boyfriend.

I inhaled.

‘Probably if he said so, no one will believe you. Have you seen his face, his body? If he is saying that you are his girlfriend. No one will believe you. Though they might bully you for being so ugly and still getting his interest.’

“Stop Thinking and step forward. If you don’t want to create drama here.”

His warm breath tickled against my ear. Creating a tingling sensation in the area. To create some distance from him, I nodded dumbly and stepped forward while he followed my action.

‘Oh, God! Please save me from this devil. I don’t know what he would do with me once he gets the chance.’

‘Maybe he will kill you with his bare hands? Or maybe he will kill you with a pen the same way you did?’

I exhaled. And placed my hand near my chest area. Imagining it in my head.

‘I did not want him to do that. I have b***s. I didn’t want him to see me in that embarra**ing situation.

‘A pen stuck in my breast.’ I shuddered at the thought.

Soon I found myself standing in front of the isolated cla** of our school it was the cla** where no one came. There was a rumor about this cla**. That a kid had committed suicide in this room after failing the tenth cla**. Her name was probably Jannat. And it was said from then on a few more kids had died without any extra evidence.

When her death was announced initially the school administrators tried to cover it up. And they managed to cover it up in the end. After that day, more deaths happened. Whoever came near the cla**room alone. They died. And from then onwards, it was said that her spirit had turned evil and was doing all this to take her revenge against the school.

There was no evidence of someone else entering the room except the dead children themselves.

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It was said, probably she was the one who killed other kids.

There was no clue, of their death. Even after the postpartum. After all the deaths, it was confirmed that she was haunting the area maliciously of the cla**room. So, it was declared a no-entry zone. School administration prohibited anyone to even come near the area.

‘Why did he took me here? I almost heard ghostly background music.’

I peeked at him and noticed him staring at me with an evil smirk.

The color drained from my face. And I paled.

“Why are we here?”

“To talk.”

“What?”

He smiles.

“You heard me, I said to talk.”

I shook my head in negative. I don’t want to talk to him. Even if I do, it can not be in this place.

“How about we talk somewhere else?”

“Who said you have a choice, My dearest Annie baby?”

“It’s Jacqueline,” I mumbled in a small voice.

I press my hands on my legs. Silently readying myself to run away from him. From this place.

I barely had twirled when he spoke in a threatening manner.

“Don’t you even dare to do that Jacky? I will bring you back on my shoulders like a sack of potatoes if you tried to run away from me. Not after the stunt, you pulled yesterday sweetcheeks.” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I bit my inner cheek.

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“Look. I. I. I am sorry for that.”

I downcasted my gaze at my foot. Noticing the muddy water, in which my polish of shoes had now faded. And was just covered with wet sand. I inhaled, I had a thing with clean shoes. I will need them to clean three times now.

For me, it was a sin to get my shoes dirty. To top it off, when I was the one who was responsible for doing the laundry.

‘Don’t get angry Jacky. Calm down. You almost killed him yesterday. He deserves your little amount of tolerance.’

I inhaled a sharp breath.

‘One, two, three.

Life is only free.

Till you are three.’

I chanted my peace poem. Again and again. Inhaling a few times. Peace.

The moment I looked up, I found him opening the b***ons of his shirt. Horrified I looked down again and tried to walk past him. But he grabbed my wrist. Halting my actions.

So I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see him naked.

“What’s wrong with you? What are you doing?”

“I said. Don’t even think of getting away from me. Not at least today Jacky.”

His husky voice sent shivers down my spine. He sounded mad.

“Open your eyes. And look here.”

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was closer than before.

He had opened the first four b***ons off his chest. His chest looked firm and white. I closed my eyes in regret. I was ogling at his naked chest.

“I.”

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“Huh. Who wants your sorry. Open your eyes sweetcheeks. See what you did! Look here.”

I did not attempt to do what he was asking me to do. I might have a bucket list of the things I wanted to do. But looking at a man naked who was not my boyfriend. It wasn’t on my list.

Just when I thought, he will spare me. He held my chin. The warmth of his fingertips entering my cold skin.

And I shivered at the contact.

His voice turned husky and he pressed a finger on my lips. Tracing my lips shape. And it all caused me to shiver more because of heightened senses. I wanted to open my eyes. But his naked chest made me decide otherwise.

“I must say, You have got some killer lips, Sweetcheeks. I am almost tempted to touch these soft petals. They seem juicy and sweet. How about I taste them?”

My eyes flew open at his words, and I glared at him hard. Screaming at him.

“Leave me, Rohan.”

“No. I won’t.”

My eyes first landed on his chest, because of his tight that was exactly near to his upper abdomen. There was a white gauze wrapped around his chest. With a little red patch in between it.

‘It must be because of the pen that had sliced his chest yesterday ‘

A smile graced his lips as I looked up, from his lips, I noticed a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I struggled with my hands. But he took them in just one of his hands. And practically rolled me to a nearby wall.

“What. Ar. Are you doing?” I stuttered, words leaving my brain. As I understood the real difference between the strength of a man and a woman. When I failed to even get away from him

“Let me tell you one thing, Jacqueline I always get what I want.”

I was still in shock and in process of what he said. When his lips came crashing down on me. And my eyes turned wide at the realization.

‘He is kissing me.’