Some stories are the same in any language.
His fists stole the very air from her lungs and she only barely realized he had dragged her to the shed behind the stable. She fell to the floor inside like a sack of grain, a dull red haze of pain stealing across her vision. Then mercifully she fainted as the heavy door slammed shut.
Notes:
mutthee: fist
Previously
Chapter 1: Vandhe Mataram!
Chapter 2: Aag Lagi
Chapter 3: Aur Nahin
Chapter 4: Bannaa
Chapter 5: Inteqam
Chapter 6: Azaadi
Chapter 7: Vah Khallas Hai
Chapter 8: Ek Nai Shuruat
Chapter 9: Do Sal Paheli
Chapter 10: Yaadein (I)
Chapter 2: Aag Lagi
Chapter 3: Aur Nahin
Chapter 4: Bannaa
Chapter 5: Inteqam
Chapter 6: Azaadi
Chapter 7: Vah Khallas Hai
Chapter 8: Ek Nai Shuruat
Chapter 9: Do Sal Paheli
Chapter 10: Yaadein (I)
Chapter 11: Yaadein (II)
Chapter 12: Yaadein (III)
Chapter 13: Paheli Baar
Chapter 14: Akelee
Chapter 15: Pinjraa
Chapter 16: Nishaan
Chapter 17: Qismat
Chapter 18: Nafrat
Chapter 19: Dard
Chapter 12: Yaadein (III)
Chapter 13: Paheli Baar
Chapter 14: Akelee
Chapter 15: Pinjraa
Chapter 16: Nishaan
Chapter 17: Qismat
Chapter 18: Nafrat
Chapter 19: Dard
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6 comments:
Mojo...This woman gets her ass kicked a lot!
You were Johnnie on the spot tonight son...Great job.
Thanks for visiting, thanks for playing, and have a Wonderful Week-End....G
Oh no poor girl. You tell of such suffering in so few words. Great writing.
I don't think I can wait another week to see what happens...poor thing! I want to help!! :(
that one is the cruelest!
She needs to get way...Oh I guess she already did that...
or got him out of her way rather...:D
ouch!!!!!!
my goodness....i feel every bit of this 55, very powerful. sad that this kind of thing still goes on all over the world. :-/
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