chapter 11

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Tanishka's pov

" Are you gonna stand there and watch me packing my stuff, just go and sit " i said while packing my stuffs cause I'm gonna move with this man until my friend come back

Ooo god why me

" You know i can watch you whole day te amo " he said

" Not again I'm only going with you cause you forced me and I'm gonna come back as soon as my friend will come here " i said and it's true he literally forced me and i am also scared of games that he gonna come and beat me again so it's better to be with him

So as he don't know how i came here and my past so i can't let him know, i don't want his sympathie

There are many things that i can't take its heavy so i gonna pack my clothes which i wear and my mom's and dad's which i bought from India. Oohh yeah photos of my gods but first of all i have to move him away other wise he gonna question for all this

" Hey what happened to your hands " he asked

" Ohh this actually i just cut my hands while picking up the broken glasses" i said i didn't know he noticed each and every this is he really love me or just attracted to me and tryna impress me

" Ain't there any staff or working who can do this" he asked in a rough but caring tone

" Yeah there is" i replied

" Then why you ...he pauses tryna control his anger or what....see you cut your hand does it hurt do you need anything or lemme help you packing wait you just come with me this all things will be done by my workers" he said while holding my hand and tryna observe my wounds this feeling is different he ,maybe he genuinely care about me

No I don't care i can't love or like him what are you doing tanishka be rude

" It's just a small cut don't overreact, I'm fine and i told you no one mark my words no one is allowed to touch what's mine so no one gonna touch my things i gonna pack them and your workers can load it and take it to your house but tell them to be care full with my things " i told him

" Our house baby our" he said and i gave him a death stare

" Seems like you love your things a lot , it'll be so fun when you gonna love me .  " he said again

" Stop it you are disturbing me so now go and sit on the couch while I'll do my packing " i told him

" Be careful i don't want any other mark in your body don't hurt yourself " he said and leave

So i packed everything and now there was 10 boxes yeah 10 .
One is for my all gods picture and murti and my small Puja ghar which i kept hidden in my room even my roommate didn't know that I'm Indian .
The  second  box was filled with the photos of my childhood and my parents, some happy moments we spend together.
The third box was filled with other clothes of my father and mother
The forth box were having my instruments like guitar, flute, ghungroo .
The fifth box was filled with my painting, paint colour and brushes and all art things
The sixth
The seventh
The eight
The ninth
And last
The tenth box were filled with my medical things like all medicines, files, patients details and many more things

I have packed my suitcase which I'm gonna carry with me and these Boxes will be carried by his workers

In my suitcase i packed my clothes my medicine like sleeping pills, anxiety pills and dipression which i take very less and my lotion for my wounds looks like i was wrong the scars games gave me that day is now becoming lighter so maybe in some days it'll be gone permanently....

" Let's go " i said

" One suitcase are you sure it'll be enough " he asked in shock and i just gave him a death stare

" You done with your sarcasm so we can leave,, and tell your man's to be careful with my things there are 10 boxes " i told him

" Ok let's go " he said and we leave he opens the door for me and i get in he came and sit in driving seat

He came near me and suddenly he raised his hand i got scared that he gonna hit me and i flinches and closed my eye

" Hey relax i was just putting your seatbelt why are you so scared" he asked now what I'm gonna answer i have nothing to say

" Nothing i just tired can you drive so i can take some rest" i try to change the topic with a fake smile

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