Alle Kapitel von Twist of Fate: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Author's POVRishi's head snapped at the source of direction, his unstable eyes fell on a kid who was running away from her mother. A sudden rush of relief passed through his soul, when he realised that the kid's name is Anu too. Not that Anu who he was expecting. A part of him was afraid while another part of him was desperate to get a glimpse of his Anu. Sighing in relief, he turned around only to face Anbu with a questioning look. Rishi mentally face is palmed seeing her like that. " So, her name is Anu, " Anbu asked him, narrowing her eyebrows. Smart she. Rishi nodded his head stealing glances at her. He cursed his inner self for being such a desparate stupid to forget everything around him in a desire of see Anu. For a moment he even forgot Anbu when he heard Anu. He couldn't imagine how Anbu might have felt when he behaved like that. A moment of silence occurred. Anbu shook her head dramatically and resumed to walk forward, while Rishi followed her like a lost puppy. " A

Anu's POVAnother pair of tears rolled down my cheeks when I sobbed silently covering my mouth with both of my palms. The running water on me didn't calm my burning self. The lump created in my throat was making it hard for me to breathe. My hands were shaking, my lips were trembling and my whole body was burning. Another shriek of cry left my mouth thinking of how pathetic i was after realising that i had been raped by someone in my unconciousness. How helpless and broken I was after knowing that someone had snatched my innocence from me without my consent. How disgusting i felt when i was binge harassed in local train, how disgusted i was when i saw a man in his forties staring at my breasts during project meetings, the dirtiness i felt when i was desparetly seraching for a job in D

Author's POV blinking her eyes for the nth time Anbu huffed at her attempt of sleeping. rubbing her eyes hard she cursed the night for no reason. It's been an hour since she was trying to sleep yet she didn't get even an ounce of sleep. her eyes are burning now, she badly needs a few minutes of peaceful sleep and relaxation after all that long walks with Rishi. After returning to her home she had to face her strict parents who were already waiting for her at the hall when Rishi dropped her off and left. their heat gaze alarmed her. She knew she had to return before ten at night as it was her father's strict order. initially she made up her mind to return back before ten, but being with Rishi she enjoyed every moment. she wanted that moment to continue for a little longer. She didn't want to leave his warmth so soon, con

Anbu's POV" Rishi," I tried for the last time to grab his attention on me, luckily it worked. indeed he realised that he was crushing me into his tight hug. It's been a few minutes since he was having his time with his out busters. I didn't interrupt him in between his crying. I let him cry as much as he wants until he runs out of tears. I didn't have any clue about how to make him comfortable so I just put my hands around him and patted his back until he came to his normal state. but he went even wild, crying every passing minute. I don't know if it's because he's drunk or he was broken beyond repair. I tried to call him a few times when his hold got tighter on me and I had difficulty breathing. Yet I thought to let him be what he wanted for a few moments until I felt hard to breathe, and I had to tap a shoulder to let him know that he's crushing me. losing his grip on me, h

Anbu's POV  I don't know what I'm doing with my life. Did I really fall for the person who isn't for me? Gazing out of the window, I left a long breath being tired of thinking the same thing again and again for which I couldn't come up with a solution. seriously, life was good when I used to carry school bags on my shoulders, childhood was better. no worries of the future, no ego, no relationship issues, no self-doubting and everything seemed perfect then. go to school, eat lunch in period, chit-chat with friends and impatiently wait till the period gets over, play-fight with classmates and so on. If anything we worried about at that age was then that was only the marks and what lunch did our mothers packed for us. The day when I completed my school and got rid of that heavy school bag I came to know that i