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Inflicted – Unstable and Dangerous

@Anishi #TheProtagonist My head is hurting. Why am I lying on the ground? Why does my hand and dress so wet? There is something icky in my hand. I can’t see as it’s too dark. There is something else in my hand. Let me bring it close to my face so that I can see clearly. It is a knife! What is a knife doing in my hand. The pain in my head is killing me.

What is going on? I try to get up. I did get up but I slipped and fell again. The same liquid is on the ground as well. Where am I? It looks like mom dad’s room but the light is too dim. I hold the bedpost and get up. I try to look around. My eyes are finally adjusting to the dim light and I can now see a little better. I was definitely in my mom dad’s room.

I look around for a light switch. As I toggled the switch the room lightened up. I was able to see the room properly now. I could see that the main safe was open and all the jewelry and money was gone. Then to my horror, I saw Gurpreet lying on the floor face down and there was blood everywhere.

You are now reading the final chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing…

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Inflicted – Cured

@Yelda #ThePatient After doing my household chores I stole the last valuable I would steal for chacha as I had planned to steal the main safe in Gurpreet’s bedroom, early morning tomorrow and disappear forever.  I sneaked out a gold ornament on my way to the psycho lady’s office. I reached under the bridge where Chacha and me met daily. He came a few minutes late in an auto rickshaw. I handed him the ornament. He examined it and said, “I want something more expensive soon or else you are coming home.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll steal something more expensive tomorrow.”

Suddenly out of nowhere police jeeps surrounded both of us. Gurpreet and the police inspector that introduced me to the psycho lady stepped out of one of the jeeps and the inspector arrested chacha.

You are now reading the ninth chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing…

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Inflicted – Unexpected

@Melinda Monroe #ThePsychiatrist

It was my first appointment with Yelda. She was late. As she entered my office, she asked, “Why am I here?”

“Sit down Yelda, we have much to talk about.” I said pointing towards the couch in front of my desk.

She sat down. She looked miffed. I asked, “How was your first day at the job? Anything out of the ordinary?”

“It was horrible. They treated me like a goddess and I kept thinking all this is because they still think I am their daughter. They are feeding me with good food, they are giving me much less work. I don’t feel like a maid there. It feels like some kind of scam is being run on me and I don’t know why they sent me to you. This also feels a little suspicious. I feel like you guys are ganging up on me and forcing me to believe something that is not true. I mean they took an aarti of me when I got in the house. Who does that?”

You are now reading the fourth chapter. Refer to Inflicted for a chapter-wise listing…

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