Hi guys! It has been some time since I have posted here but I have always really appreciated the feedback on For the Love of a Child, Tremble, and Bound to the King. :) I was inspired to start a new MG story below. Thank you in advance if you decide to check it out!
The Innocent
A fan fiction based on Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
COMPLETE
ch 1 - ch 2 - ch 3 - ch 4 - ch 5 - ch 6 - ch 7 - ch 8 - ch 9 - ch 10 - ch 11 - ch 12 - ch 13 - ch 14 - ch 15 - ch 16 - ch 17 - ch 18 - ch 19 - ch 20 - ch 21 - ch 22 - ch 23 - ch 24 - ch 25 - ch 26 - ch 27
Chapter 1
Geet Handa needed a miracle.
Darkness was falling, the street lamps blinking on one by one. Geet ducked under the awning of a shuttered flower shop, looking up at the sky with dread. Clouds were gathering overhead as if a storm was on its way.
It was turning out to be the proverbial dark and stormy night, and Geet had nowhere to go. She pulled her worn tote bag to her chest and closed her eyes, trying to stay calm.
Up until this afternoon, Geet had been staying at a homeless shelter for girls. An hour before dinner, she had been swiftly kicked out by the headmistress without warning. “The place is full,” the headmistress had said snidely. “Pack your things and get out before I call the police.”
Geet had been so stunned that it took several moments for her to react. “But -- but why?” she had stammered. Geet, who had been living at the homeless shelter for the past year, had never caused any issues. She did her chores promptly, even taking over the cleaning duties for the other girls at times, and kept mainly to herself. Undoubtedly, she was the most quiet and obedient girl at the shelter. She especially tried to stay out of the headmistress’s way, who had a mean streak. So why was Geet now getting the boot?
The headmistress had simply sneered at her. “I think we both know why I’m kicking you out,” she finally said icily.
Geet had felt her heart sink. She had figured out what the headmistress was alluding to, and it was assuredly *not* Geet’s fault. “Headmistress, if you could just let me explain --”
“Get out. I will have you arrested for trespassing if you’re not gone within the next quarter hour.”
*Arrested?* Geet had never been in trouble in her entire life, much less with the law. Panic rising within her, Geet had been forced to pack her meager belongings -- worn clothes, a few paperback books with their covers nearly falling off, and some toiletries -- and was out on the street within minutes. Headmistress slammed the door to the shelter shut, the lock clicking loudly behind her.
Now, under the awning, Geet shivered and willed herself not to cry. Where was she going to sleep tonight? What would tomorrow look like? Were there any other shelters that she could go to? Even if she could find another shelter, would there be room for her?
A crack of thunder sounded, and Geet yelped. Rain was beginning to fall. Of course, she had no umbrella. The awning of the shop wasn’t very wide, and Geet knew she would be drenched soon if she didn’t find somewhere else to wait out the rain.
Without thinking, Geet ran down the sidewalk. It was deserted; perhaps the people in town had checked the weather in advance and had smartly stayed home.
*Home.* Geet felt her throat close as she realized she didn’t have one. Hadn’t had one in a long time, in fact.
The rain began to come down harder. Geet finally spotted a narrow alley stacked with boxes. Perhaps she could hold a box over her head? Geet tried to push out of her mind that this was what her life had become -- relying on discarded cardboard to keep safe from a storm.
Geet ducked inside the alley and silently reached for an empty box with a picture of oranges on the side. It had obviously been used to cart the delicious fruit. Geet’s stomach grumbled as she realized she hadn’t eaten since lunch, which had been a small portion besides. Headmistress had purposely kicked her out before dinner.
*Bang.*
Geet gasped, dropping the box. She had never heard a clap of thunder sound so . . . vicious. And close by.
Very close by.
Geet spun around and looked down the long, dark alley. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a group of men standing at the end of it. They were all dressed in black and gray.
One man was on the ground.
What was going on?
Geet’s eyes widened as she saw a pool of dark liquid begin to spread out from the man on the ground. Before she could stop herself, she screamed.
All of the men turned toward the noise. The man in the center of the group -- the tallest, the most muscular, and the one with the sternest face -- glared at her. Another man, shorter and wearing glasses, touched his arm. “Maan Sir --”
The taller man, apparently called Maan, jerked his arm away.
Geet froze in place as he began to walk toward her.
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Thank you so much for checking this out! Would love to know what you think if you get a chance. :) Thanks again.
