This is so different
Its fresh and amzing plot
M just thinking abt the various things Manik cud b
Wild imaginations 😆
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Nandini sat upright in her bed -gasping for breath,feeling her cheeks wet with tears.
The nightmare again
unable to go back to sleep, she clambered off the bed. she tiptoed across the archway , barefoot on the cold concrete floor, and sat down in one of the swivel chairs,tucking feet under her and sitting on them for warmth. She grabbed the mouse and opened a dialogue box. her fingernails clacked softly on the keyboard.
> Hey, Cabir !
> It is 2.37 am nandu.You cannot sleep?
>nightmares
> Are you recalling the..?
>plz stop it cabir..
She hadn't any real choice in that matter thats what Manik had said. Life or death. Take my hand or be mashed to pulp amid crumbling skyscraper. Great effing choice.
>you have my sympathy girl.
"thanks" she spoke softly into the desk mic- too lazy to tap out any more.
I miss you amma appa she said under her breath. Everything had changed so much in these years yet the turmoil going inside her remained the same
Outside..outside was new york. Streets she was getting to know so well. Even the people she had conversations with, people who were never going to remeber her: the french laundry lady, the Iranian man running the grocery store on the corner. Every time they spoke, it was, for them,the first time- a new face, a new customer to greet cheerily. But she already knew them,knew what they were about to say, how proud the french lady was of her son, how angry the Iranian man was with the terrorists for bombing his city.
She was lost in her thoughts until her trance was broken by a familiar voice
'honey you are awake at this hour..had the same nightmare yet again?"
it's thrilling yr...do send pm plzz...