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Chapter 1
"You have to die,"
I looked up at the face of the man, the evil smile on his face, and the taunting tone in his voice. He was challenging me with his eyes, daring me with his words to take the final step. The one step that'll take me away from him... for forever.
His words, his actions, his eyes...those grey eyes that always showed how much I mean to him were looking down at me with pure evil. The dimple in his smile that used to melt my heart was gone and replaced with a smile that was so evil that I thought I was looking at the devil.
He wasn't my lover anymore. He was the devil.
A devil in disguise.
He made me fall in love with him. His touch, his smile, his voice, his kisses...his...everything was printed in my mind, in my heart, in my body and he wanted it back.
He wanted everything he gave to me, including my life.
This wasn't the first time he was forcing me to kill myself. He tried before and even got successful. But I wasn't ready to say goodbye. I came back. It took days for the doctors to bring me back the last time he forced me to kill. They had lost all the hope. Even I had lost the hope. I was tired. I was tired of running for my life. Tired of looking back at the shadows scared that one of those shadows belongs to him. But one night he eventually caught me.
And that was the day I last...him.
He killed him in front of my eyes. Once, twice, thrice... I stopped counting as his screams echoed around us but he didn't stopped. He continued stabbing him and forced me to watch. He kept reminding me why I should never let anyone come close. Why I should always be alone. Once again he made me the killer.
I was the one responsible for his death. I was the murderer. It should have been me in his place. Just like earlier times when he killed those people who were close to me. Before him I had killed people who were my life. My dad, mom, my big brother, his pregnant wife and ...and my baby.
I was the murderer. I was responsible for their death. It should have been me in their place. I should have died the moment I saw the lifeless body of my dad. The gun that was supposed to kill him, killed my father. The knife that should have had killed him killed my mother. And my brother and his wife...They died because the brakes in the car got failed. It was termed as an "ACCIDENT" as per police records. But I know the truth. They died because they took the car that I was supposed to take. I should have known something was wrong when I felt the uneasiness inside me. Just like I felt hours before he killed him. The same way I felt every time he killed someone. But I never acted upon it. And in the end they had to pay the price.
Others were paying the price for my sins.
The first time I met him he told me how he felt something for me. He couldn't describe it. I was 15th at that time, in school when I saw him for the first time. He was 18 and in the final year. It was an instant infatuation. For the first time someone noticed me. And I had blushed hearing his words.
Our first meeting converted into many more and in just few weeks I was his girl. He had announced it in front of the whole school. Everyone had clapped and cheered for us when he came running out from the football and kissed me in front of the whole school. It was my first kiss and he made it more memorable.
I still remember how after he left me to finish off his game, all my friends had teased me. They had enjoyed seeing my red face. I was blushing so much that even my mom noticed and tried asking me. But I made some silly excuses and she left. Looking back, how I wish everyday that I should have told her. She would have guided me and everyone in my life would have been alive.
But I was in another world which consisted of just the two of us. And lots of love and happiness. How wrong I was? I was this silly 15th year old girl who believed she's the luckiest girl when he entered in her life and made her feel like she's the one for him.
It was the start of something new, something beautiful which could have brought happiness into our life. But all it brought was pain, heartache, sadness, loss and ultimately death.
He's the one who taught me the pure side of love and he's the one who taught me the ugly side of love.
"Pull the trigger love," He said crunching down in front of me. "I know you want too," Cupping my face in his hands, he wiped the tears that were flowing down my cheeks. He was sad, just like I was. He knew the end, just like I did. And he knew this is the end, just like I did. The time had arrived.
I was sitting on the floor with the gun in my hand. Tears were running down my eyes. Another lifeless body was staring at me. His blood was on my hands and around me. I wanted to shake it off. I wanted to clean myself just like I had done before. The sight wasn't new. But this time I couldn't. My hands were shaking. In fact my whole body was shaking. A panic attack was just waiting to get a hold and finish this off. But this wasn't the right time.
After months of therapy and medication, this wasn't how my story was supposed to end. I know there's no happily ever after for me. It looks good in books but in real life...there is nothing as such as happily ever after. It could be for others but for me... I know there's no happiness when I saw the real "HIM", the monster that was hiding behind this facade he showed to the world. The first time I saw, I thought I was hallucinating. But it didn't took me long to realize, that the monster inside him is the real HIM.
Giving pain to others is what he desires. Listening to others pleading is what turns him on. Seeing the blood and hearing the cries is what he craves for. And who better than me? I was his lover, his desire, his craving, his life and his death. He loved me. That's what he said when we made love for the first time. It was supposed to be the start of a beautiful relationship but it wasn't. It was the start of ugliness in my life. It was meant to be the happily ever after. But it wasn't.
He always told me "We are meant to be together and we'll always be together...in life and in death."
And he stood by it. He never let me go and I never left.
I was his TRUE LOVE, the only person who understood him. He always used to say it but the truth was... I wasn't. I hated him. I hated his presence. I hated his name... I hated everything about him. I wanted him gone but he never left. Days turned into months and years and slowly I started moulding myself the way he wanted me to be. Everything was about him. His like, his dislikes and his life.
I was the puppet and he was holding the strings. There was no hope left. And to be honest, even I had lost hope. But one day I saw a ray of hope. And for the first time in years I felt like there's someone out there who could help and bring me out from the hell I called "My Life". It was the day he entered in our life. And slowly things started to change.
But the hope didn't last long because he never actually left. He was always there, watching, monitoring my every move and waiting for the right moment to strike back.
He wanted me from the first moment and he'll stay till our last breath.
"Armaan, don't do this...please," I begged when I saw the shining knife in his hand.
The tip touched my neck and a line of blood oozed out of my skin, allowing the panic attack to strike my body. Darkness surrounded me and I was about to pass out when I saw someone at the door with the gun pointed at Armaan.
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