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Always the glass vase, Never the cherished flower𐙚
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Blossom and burn
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My eyes closed on their own accord, my hands falling down to myself, my legs shaking as I fell down but he was quick to hold me in his arms. I didn't want to think what could have happened if he had actually shot my brother. I didn't doubt he would have if I hadn't interfered. His hand came to my face lightly caressing it as I cried out, "Please, don't." "Aap shadi karegi mujhse wo bhi aaj aur abhi issi mandap par." He was saying it like he was asking me for a pencil. Marriage is not a joke. I shook my head frantically but he had more to say obviously, "Haan kariye Aira yaa aap chahti hai ki hum aapke ma papa ke khun se maang bhare aapki?" My small fists hit his chest but obviously that didn't effect him much, "You are a psychopath, leave us alone." I screamed, cried, thrashed but it was no help. "Shadi kriye mjhse Aira, I will spare everyone else." He worded it out holding my hands. I was exhausted, I had little energy left and I was going to use it to survive and make sure my family lives. "Mai shadi krungi aapse." I whispered, losing a piece of myself already. Taking a deep breath, I looked straight in his eyes. "Mai iss shadi ke lie tayar hoon. Mere ma papa aur Armaan ko akela chor dijie." Something passed his eyes but he was quick to mask his face again before I could decipher anything as he replied. "Ek baar shadi ho jae tumhe bhi chor doonga. Don't worry about that."
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