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She was like a phoenix, rising once again from her own ashes. Her tears were now making way to heal her sister, and to destroy those who harmed her.
Life had always been tough for Nitya but as Durga, it was easier, yet tougher.
She lived in the riches, she socialized with the richest of the rich, yet, and she was poor, for she had no friends, only enemies. No one to share her emotional turmoil with, rather, have any emotion in the least. Emotions lead to destruction, she had learnt from her past experiences and for what she went about doing, emotions were fateful and could be the reason for the death of many people.
It was hard for her to maintain the facade. After all, dealing with Sakshi Goenka and her sidekicks was no easy job. All she had of her identity now was her dance. She pitied her state at times, at how she had gone from blissfully happy to bitterly revengeful.
Life, it had been very cruel to her. Her parents were gone, her sister was in no state to support her and friends didn't exist. Her only support was her baba but at times, even that wasn't enough.
Reaching breaking point had become a daily occurrence for her. As she lay in her satin smooth bed, thinking about new plans, she had to painfully recollect every single thing which took place to gather the courage to destroy them and recalling it every day didn't make the pain any less.
She thought about Shaurya Goenka and his advances, about Sakshi Goenka and her ability to sniff trouble, about Dev Goenka and his ability to peek through her defences and about every other person who was involved with her. She couldn't trust anyone except her father and making anyone do her job risked her life but she had to.
As she almost gave up hope, she repeated one thing in her mind.
She had risen from the ashes to destroy them. She would not go back to ashes before completing her mission.
Bros and Sisters, this is utter crap but I wrote it because I felt like it. đ Jhootas and chappals are welcome đł
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