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Time : 7: 00 PM

I stood up and opened my wardrobe and started looking for the thing.. I have been hiding for decades, and finally, I found it my dream, my love " Ghungroos" ( anklets), I keep admiring them, I don't remember last time when I wear it and dance, I closed my wardrobe and sit on couch with it.

After a long time, I felt a sudden urge to wear it today, I opened my socks to wear it, but my poor luck, as soon I wear it, my body jolts up in pain, tears welled up in my eyes, I quickly keep them aside, and look at my foot, the scars, the bruises is still visible, doctor already said it requires lot of time to heal, the severe of the injuries was huge, and I can't bear to risk it..it's feel ridiculous, it's been six months still the pain is visible, still I am not recovered, sometimes I feel useless, a big one..like a broken doll, but if this is going to continue I will not able to recover anytime soon and I don't want it, I have to recover, this pain is external, and I have to be strong mentally and internally..

No more sympathy, no more boundaries, I will dance, I will perform on my college fest and its final, I have to do it, not only for to proof but for myself, for the past me who used to crave to dance, who used to live happily.. I can do it..

I wore them forcefully despite my pain and started dancing slowly, tears welled up in my eyes. My body is threatening me to give up, but my soul wants otherwise, I keep dancing slowly, checking my movements with gentleness, I am trying to not force ob myself too much...I have to do it slowly, no hurries..

After thirty minutes of continuous dancing, I finally decided to stop, I collapse on bed, my ankles are badly aching from a pain, the floor is filled with blood stains but after all hurdles my inner soul is happy today, I finally able to dance despite all limitations and boundaries..

I distangle my ghungroos from my ankle slowly, wipe all the blood and apply some ointment, and cover it with a bandage, I sigh in relief. Today, after decades, my inner soul is satisfied, and for that, I decided to make some food for me, my favorite one? Haha, like I have my favorite...it's sound ridiculous, maybe, but I don't have my favorite food or specific choices. The truth is  I never got a chance to discover myself...

I stood up slowly and moved to the closet to keep my ghungroos, and then suddenly, one little box caught my attention, I quickly took it and opened it, and my eyes widened to see a ring in it, not any common ring, a platinum ring with a work of diamond, but the question is what is doing here in my closet? And the most tragic part is the male ring..

I started remembering, and then I remembered the day. Oops, not day, actually. It was a night when I got it

The memories of five years ago started coming back in my mind, the stormy night, the hollowness, the accident, everything..the continuous rain, the heart-wrenching thunderstorms like my scream

I still remember the night, I was standing at a bridge it was nearly midnight. That day was exceptional for me because that day, my predators were not at home, and I somehow managed to escape. There was no specific place in my mind to hide at that time, I was running like a prisoner, but due to my physical condition I can't able to run for so long, I took a pause and stand at bridge to catch my breath and I was in lost in my thoughts...

Suddenly, a loud crash sound made me gasp in fear, I closed my eyes in fear, but when I opened it, I saw that the car is heavily broken due to the impact of the accident and the car which hit the opposite car is now vanished..

I quickly rush to the accident car to check if there is anyone alive or not, I was internally praying to save the person to keep him/ her alive.. and then I saw the person, and my heart stopped in fear. My breath started laboring, my body started going numb, and there was a weird uneasiness spread through my body..The man was heavily injured, the blood was continuously flowing from his forehead, and he got lots of cuts on his hand and cheeks..

I was shaking heavily in fear, the fear of the accidents I had had for a long decades, the reason? I don't know. I somehow managed to open the broken car door and help the man lean back on his seat. The man was trying to say something, but I stopped him, I took out my handkerchief and cleaned his blood, I don't know why I was feeling so much uneasiness like someone close to me got injured, I was trying to call ambulance, but due to the heavy rain no one was ready to come, I was continuously looking him, and internally praying to God to keep him alive to save him.. and then finally, one ambulance agreed to come, and they took him away, I was helping to get him in an ambulance when, from his finger, a ring slipped through my fingers when I didn't realize.

They took him away in hospital, and I was about to go after the ambulance when a strong arm covered my mouth from behind...and after that I don't remember anything, when I gain my consciousness I was in same hell again, Trapped...

It's been a long time since that accident..

Still today, my heart wants to know if the person is alive or not, I don't know why, but my heart weirdly wants to see him once..I wish I could..I really want to give him back his ring...oh I forgot to mention that the ring have a special initial on it " V"

The person's name surely starts from it, I wonder what it would be? I just hope someday I will be able to meet him and give him his precious ring back..

I really wonder how I am able to keep it hidden this from a long time.. may I keep it secure until I find its actual owner..

I do not remember exactly how the person looks alike, but I only remember his dark black eyes, which seems to hold a lot of emotions and pain?

It's the only thing I remember, and there is no chance I could find him someday by this description.. it's impossible..

But who knows, maybe it will become possible?

Oh God!!! I think too much...no wonder I am overthinker...

I keep it securely in closet again and close my closet..

I went to the kitchen slowly and started looking for what should I make for dinner.. then my eyes fell on pasta packet, and I decided to have it, I quickly  started preparing...and after twenty minutes, I made it finally, and placed it on a dining table..I about to eat but not now... I have to clean the kitchen first. No matter what happens, I can't eat in a disheveled place..

After ten minutes of cleaning and moping, I sit on chair and thank God for giving me the opportunity to have food peacefully.. and then I start eating..

Uff...I am the best cook... no wonder my future husband will be lucky

I started laughing by the thought, but my laughter dies down as soon I remember my cruel fate. No wonder I don't believe in my luck...it's not a thing for me, at least. It's only possible in books and in movies..

Are you sure Deviksha??? 😏