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(Warning self-harm) Author’s P. O. V.Zoya walked into the house as Kabir came back with the grocery bags in his hand as she walked towards the kitchen to unpack them, hell knows with her shaking hands it will take her at least an hour to unpack these.“Zoya chai!” (tea) Kabir yelled from the hall as he sat on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table. Zoya rolled her eyes, this is the only work she has, listening to him whenever he calls like the dog he is!“ZOYA!” He screamed her name again; Zoya closed her eyes for a second in frustration.“Yeah, making it,” Zoya said from the kitchen as the shouting stopped.“What a dog,” she thought before trying to put the pan without dropping it; the shaking hands of hers did not help much but still she was better.The tea once again spilled on the kitchen slab as she groaned; she put the cup in a tray before she walked towards the hallway where Kabir was watching the news on T. V.‘Whole day he watches T. V., Why TB does not happen to hi
Thirst driven by pain
Author’s P. O. V.Yash was sitting on the floor of his room, curled up in Shyara’s clothes above him; Sherlin opened the door and found the room lit up. She walked inside only to find Yash sitting on the floor once again.She kept the tray of meal on the coffee table as she walked towards him; “ Yash,” She took off her heels and sat beside him, still creating a distance between them.Yash opened his eyes to see Sherlin sitting next to him.“Hi,” She send him a small smile but he was not in the mood to smile. “Hi,” His voice was drowning in pain as he looked at her.“You have not eaten from last night,” Sherlin whispered; it was quiet, too quiet in his room that she felt like talking in the normal pitch will hurt her ears so she chose to whisper.“I am not hungry,” he said as he looked at Shayra’s portrait on the wall, he made it himself.“Yash—“She was trying to speak to him but he was not ready to be out in front to anyone; her efforts of getting him into therapy went in vain as he
Thirst expected funeral
Author’s P. O. V.Zoya opened her yees in the hospital and only came across the white walls; she looks around to see any sign of a human but there was none, she was alone in the room with beeping machines; she looked at her hand only to see it connected to an IV.Her head felt like it will burst any second from the amount of pain she was experiencing; This was not normal; she does not even remember what happened.The door of the room opened as Kabir walked in; “Oh I see you are awake,” He said to her as she groaned.Wondered, why does her face, hurts so fucking much; “ I am not in the mood to see your ugly face so early in the morning, please leave,” her voice was low; her vocal cords felt as if they were swollen from screaming; she tried to remember what happened but the pounding headache made her winch in pain.“Thank me that you are alive, otherwise the glass pieces would have been in your vocal cords and you sweetheart would not have been able to open that good-for-nothing's mouth
Thirst his love
Author’s P. O. V.Sherlin looked at the note written in her hands; she was not sure if this was going to work on him or not but she was ought to do something when Yash was behaving like a child.She knocked on his door and slide the paper down from the gap between the door and the floor; she bite her lip as heard some footsteps. She walked a little away as she waited near the door.On the other hand, Yash was in his thought when he heard a knock on the door, not to later a paper slid inside his room and he looked at it.He did not want to move but his steps took him near the paper as he opened it; immediately recognizing the handwriting, he closed it and threw the paper in the other corner of the room; he did not want to talk to Sherlin or listen to her at all.He wanted to stay alone cant he has that?Sherlin’s shoulders dropped when the door of Yash’s room did not open. He was subron she knew but this much? She never imagined.Taking a deep breath she walked to his door once again a
Thirst A failed mission
Author’s p. O. V.Shayra reached the city mall as a valet came to get her car; she made sure Yash did not follow her all the way to the place she was going to meet reyansh; walking inside the mall shayra walked through the metal detector.It started making a sound as she looked at it, a guard came to her and said, “ please, Step aside mam,” he said to her as she nodded and walked to the other side.“Contents of your purse please,” The lady guard said to Shyara as she opened her purse chain. The lady looked at it and found a few medicines and a lighter.“all fine,” She said to the other guard before they let her go; Shayra walked inside the mall and went to get herself an ice cream; since the morning she was craving some sugar. She still had twenty minutes in the time she need to be in the store of victoria’s secret; enjoying her ice cream she sat in the cafeteria looking at people who were having the time of their life; Shayra dumped the empty box of c=ice cream in the dust bin befor
Thirst his wamrth
Author's P. O. V Shayra entered Kapoor's mansion as Yash looked up, he was scared for her but the sight in front of him made him freeze in place; he never thought his love will come home in that way. Shayra was covered in her blood she was trying to stand straight but it was more than difficult for her steps were wobbling; holding the Gates as she stood holding the gate in her hand perhaps her head was bleeding a little Yash ran to her side to hold her before she fell on the ground."What happened and how?" was the first question Yash asked; Shayra was not in the correct mind that she could answer all of them she just shook her as he took her towards their room indeed her head was bleeding a little it wasn't easy for her to be in this way and Yash was more in pain to see her like that.He walked to the side and pull the drawer open pulling the first aid box he picks the ointment and bandage before he kept them on the bed and walk towards the Mini fridge they had in their room to pick
Thirst No one disrespects my love, no one
Author’s P. O. V.What about it then? “ Doctor Sharma asked as Yash kept his head back on the bedside. He traced his fingers on Shayra’s clothes as he smiled.“As you know it was not a perfect story,” Yash said as the look in the eyes of doc Sharma’s eyes dropped to blank; absolutely blank.“I see that you have not been eating,” Doc Sharma said as he picked up the plate of meal that had been kept in the same place since last night; he did not know how it do not have bugs flying over it.“Do I have a reason to?” Yash asked; his voice nothing above a whisper.“You do, your daughter,” Doc Sharma replied as Yash’s eyes went over to a photo of him and Shayra in which she was holding ten-days-old Aahana in her arms, smiling at him as he kissed her cheek.People may or may not hurt you but memories can fuck your brain pretty well.“How about you, shower and eat before you share the rest of the story?” Yash looked at him as he nodded.Doc Sharma was about to walk out of his room when Yash cal
Thirst worst mistake
Author's p. o. v. Zoya started to unpack the things from the grocery bags slowly, her shivering hands not helping at all, her feet were killing her, and the amount of blood she lost was too much. She glanced at the clock that hung near the kitchen wall. It was time for her to take her medicine. Winching at the movement of her legs, she closed her eyes for a second as she stepped out of her slippers. The coldness of the floor greeted her as she sighed, pressing her feet on the floor, she started taking slow steps toward the room. The room she is forced to share with Kabir. Walking to the drawer beside the bed, she pulled it open before taking the injection in her hand. Filling it with the required solution in the syringe, she pushed some liquid out of it until she was sure there was no oxygen bubble left in it. Even if a little bubble went in her veins, in less than 3 hours she will die of a brain stroke. Her hands shivered as she put it near her skin; taking injections was not
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