"P-Please S-Stop!"
"I-I will punish them, b-but p-please don't kill t-them they are m-my son... NO! THEY ARE YOUR BROTHER PLEASE!!!"
"I BEG OF YOU PLEASE THEY MADE A MISTAKE BUT PLEASE DON'T KILL THEM!"
"I WILL DO ANYTHING...I AM YOUR MOTHER TOO!!!"
But all she got was a gaze devoid of emotions like a stone statue, a Gaze that pierces right through her.
Her heart sank as she realized that her plea was falling on deaf ears. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by her trembling voice and the deep, heavy breaths of the one she addressed.
Before her stood Angraj- No a DEVIL! who was her son whom she abandoned right after he was born, Covered in the blood of those who tried to stop him while in the corner seven girls could be seen crying holding the dead body of another girl, Khushi.
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Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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