Virika SS:Differences do not matter, or, do they? - Page 5

Hello everyone!

I am back again with another update! I don't know why but nowadays I feel quite excited to update. :P I know it's only for this update because from the next one on wards I am entering to the most difficult execution part of the story. I am not at all sure, if I will be able to satisfy you guys!

This story needs a lot of systematic thinking because it's not a normal story. It's my first ever try at super- natural things and I am very much happy with the response I have got. Expecting the same and even better in future :)

I just wanted to tell to those who never knew, I am just 13, so I am not very good in writing. I am a nursery student in this field. Please forgive my mistakes.

The next update!

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Part 5

Blood

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~~~Viren~~~~

Right now, all I wanted to do was to go and kill him. But I kept a control on myself, because I knew a careless action of mine could give rise to new superstitions and stupid beliefs.

Then I saw him returning his car. Hopefully, he must have been going to his home, I thought. His home will be the perfect place to punish him for all the sins he has committed.

But what about his daughter? He has ordered to kill her, right? Why? Questions filled my mind.

By the way, why should I care? She must be another spoilt brat, moreover she is his daughter.

Before thinking deeper about the topic, I left it behind. All that mattered to me right now was that man. I again flew upwards remembering the address I read on the file.

No.11, Kohinoor Street, Love Shore, Chandigarh

The address seemed familiar to me because I actually knew the whole Chandigarh really well.

Since I was flying, there was no traffic. All that came into my way rarely were some eagles who never minded. So the travel was faster than ever. Never in my wildest dreams have I ever thought I could fly without wings.

In minutes, I landed in front of a house, at the gate a board hung reading 'No. 11, Love Shore', and I instantly knew I was in the right place. The name written on the name board saying, 'Sandeep Malhotra' made it even surer.

I entered into the compound of the house. It was quite a large house with two storeys. The front had a beautiful garden with a variety of flowers. The leaves of the trees flew around with the light breeze touching my face and giving me the coolest of all feelings.

The house seemed empty, there was no car in the car pouch, the windows and doors were closed and in fact the gate was locked.

I sat on the verandah admiring the beauty of the surroundings. I don't know how much time passed by, but the dread silence was broken by the creaking sound of metal or we call it, the opening sound of a gate.

Expecting it to be the person who killed me, Sandeep Malhotra, I gathered all the courage in me and stood up. But to my biggest surprise, it was not him, but a girl, the same girl I met in the court a few minutes ago, the same beautiful angel.

I stood there gazing at the way she walked, how much I wished to see a smile on her face!

But unfortunately, she wasn't smiling, but was crying. I could see tears in her eyes and some tear stains on her milky cheeks.

She stepped on the verandah and opened her home. Suddenly the sound of motor bikes filled the atmosphere. With her, I too turned back to see who it was .Three bikes halted in front of the gate and six goon-like people stepped off. They rushed through the gate and more and more nearer towards us.

She looked surprised exactly like me. Before she could complete the sentence, "Who are you?" one of them closed her mouth and dragged her inside. The others followed. I too went in to look what was really happening.

I could see the girl struggling for breath, her eyes becoming larger and larger. I didn't know what to do. But with my humanity I am supposed to save her. But how?

I tried to go and beat the goons off but unfortunately I couldn't, because I was just a soul, I didn't have a body with me.

Being a human (not really), I couldn't watch an innocent girl being killed. I asked god, what to do?

And exactly like a lightning, an idea struck me. What I didn't have was a body, and what I should do was to rent someone's. But whose?

The only people who were there were the goons and the girl. Yes, what I could do was to get my soul into any of the goon's body.

Gathering all the courage and strength in me, I pushed myself towards one of them and happily, the idea worked. I entered like a gust of wind easily.

It felt so happy to have got a body to live in and equally sad because it was just temporarily.

Right now, all I wanted to do was to save that girl. I bet each of them as hard as I could, being dead actually gave me more strength.

All of those goons stared at me as if I was an Alien. I knew they were all confused why one of them was fighting against; they never knew it was me.

Moments later, they started to fight back. In the process, one of them pushed the girl hard and she fell down hitting her head badly on the floor. Blood started flowing down like a river and immediately, she went unconscious!

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That's all, I hope it was up to your hopes. I expect some comments for this update as well, so please comment.

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Love,

Linaya

P.S. My other story will be posted today or tomorrow, I hope you all will read :)

Hey everyone! I am back with another update. :)

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Part 6:-

She is beautiful!

She was lying there with her eyes closed. It seemed as if she had even stopped breathing. I quickly stopped beating them and rushed to her.

Then I lifted her up and laid her on the bed. Then checked her pulse. It was there. Her heart was beating.

I didn't know about any first aid, but still I manged to tie her head with her dupatta. Then

I lifted her up again. Her hands and head were hanging down, but her angelic faced looked beautiful. She was holding a purse in her hand, I took it from her and kept it in my pocket.

Her eyes were shining like stars and the marks of blood on her head could be seen so clearly through the translucent dupatta. I reckon the bleeding had stopped but she was still unconscious.

When I reached the street, it was traffic block, I couldn't find any vehicle.

I waited for five minutes, for ten minutes, the pace of her breath started getting so fast. I got tensed. I realized her condition was becoming worse.

I decided to carry her all the way to the hospital. I knew it was not easy as it seemed but it was needed for a life to survive.

I started walking holding her as tight as I could. Gradually my legs started paining, sorry, it's not actually my legs, but the person whose body I am using now. Anyway I felt the pain. It seemed as if I cannot carry her anymore.

But my mind gave me strength. It told me that I should not let another human being go away from it's body like me. I shouldn't let a beautiful girl die.

Walking for about two kilometers, I reached the hospital. The attenders immediately brought the stretcher. When I was about to lie her on it, I realized she was clutching onto my shirt. I didn't know since when did she start holding.

I made her leave. The attenders started taking her away from me and one of them asked me to wait in the waiting room. She was rushed into the operation theater and the door was closed.

Hours passed by, no one came out. I still sat there waiting. In between, I took her purse form the pocket ad opened it. Her identity card was kept inside it and it said that he name was, Jeevika Malhotra. That cleared all my doubts, she really was the daughter of Sanddep Malhotra. I felt pity to myself for saving her.

Then slowly the pieces of the wondrous jigsaw started to fall in place. Maybe, she knew, her dad was not a good person, she must have done something against him. And maybe that's why he ordered to kill her. The tear stains on her cheeks approved my imagination.

In front of the theater I often , woke up and stared through the transparent glass. All I could see was Jeevika with so many machines attached to her and so many doctors around her all doing something very seriously. After sometime, a nurse came and told me that I can go now as I had been waiting for a long time. She also gave me a paper and asked to fill the details.

Patients Name: Jeevika Malhotra

No one knew that I just came to know.

Age: 21

She must be 21 if I am right.

Address: No.11, Kohinoor Street, Love Street, Chandigarh

Just read it in her dad's file.

Your name: Viren Vadhera

My hands were shivering while writing this, I just hoped no one will realize I was dead.

Your Address: Vadhera House, Street 18, Chandigarh

I know my address.

Phone No.

I left the box blank because I truly didn't have a number now.

Your relation with the patient:

There were many options, which said, parent, husband, friend, no relation.

The truth is that I don't have any relation with her, but I still ticked in the friends option. I never liked to remain a stranger to someone beautiful like her.

After filling the form, I gave it back, Just then the doctor came. I rushed towards him.

'Doctor, is she okay?', I asked concerned.

The doctor replied, "Yes, she is. The wound was quite deep but luckily, the operation has been successful and she will regain consciousness in 12 hours."

"Thank you, doctor" I thanked him and moved forward to the theater. Took a last glance at her and allowed myself to come out the person't body.

I again felt the emptiness and I saw that person staring stunned at the surroundings around him. I knew he must be really confused how he got here!

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Was it a short update? I know it was. but that's what I am supposed to write in this part. Please do comment and press the like button.

Yours,

Linaya