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I shouldn't have married chp 2
Chapter two : The bloody letter
I am writing a letter to Zayn with blood, not mine but chicken’s. But Zayn doesn’t have to know. I laugh, I’m so proud of myself. Zayn, you have to marry me baby or else I’ll die, of course not , but I can pretend that and I’ll. LOL.
I want to see his face when he reads this letter. Red like beet root, with anger or red like carrot with pain. I laugh again. I don’t know why but just the thought of this plan is giving me butterflies. Oh God.
Dear Zayn,
I love you. I don’t have to tell you again but….i wanted to be with you till death do us apart and I guess the time has come. You know I love you and not having you in my life would mean not having a life. So I decided to end my life and before I say good bye to the world forever I wanted to tell you for one last time that I love you…by the time the blood on this letter dries, my soul would have departed my body and your life too.
Love
Ruby
Done! Ready to give Zayn some goosebumps. Okay, now all I have to do is send this letter, bloody letter to Zayn. I’ll have someone keep this in his backpack or may be I could send this to his house. Then he doesn’t have to take the headache of telling his parents about us. Bigger the drama the better. Oh my God, I’m so wicked. I give my reflection in the mirror of the dressing table a smile. I know that smile, the smile of victory. The smile you smile before appearing for an exam because you already know you’ll pass the test.
I stand in front of stationary shop. I call out to “chhotu”. He is a 13 year old boy. He works in the shop to survive. He is an orphan just like me. He has a 10 year old sister to take care of. His thin brown legs carry his malnourished body out of the shop and stop in front of me. His big black eyes look at me and his hands gesture what?.
“I have a job for you. A secret job”, I whisper in his ears.
“what is it?”, he asks out loud.
“shhh… it’s a secret”
“okay, sorry sorry. What is it?”
“you have to become my postman. Drop this letter to Zayn’s place”
“Your Parsi boy friend?”
“Yes. Yeah Parsi. That’s what he said”, I roll my eyes. “And by the way I have only one boy friend dude”
“Yeah I know. And what’s the deal?”
“I’ll get you a new school bag”
“No, get it for my sister”
“Okay, deal”
I give him the letter sealed in a white envelope. He promises me to get it delivered in the afternoon, in his lunch break.
Thank you for reading I hope you are enjoying the series but if you didn't read the previous chapter do read it and let me know your thoughts.
Stay tuned to know what happens when Zayn receives the bloody letter.
next chapter coming soon
use #ISHM to read the series
keep reading
thank you again
lots of love
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I am writing a letter to Zayn with blood, not mine but chicken’s. But Zayn doesn’t have to know. I laugh, I’m so proud of myself. Zayn, you have to marry me baby or else I’ll die, of course not , but I can pretend that and I’ll. LOL.
I want to see his face when he reads this letter. Red like beet root, with anger or red like carrot with pain. I laugh again. I don’t know why but just the thought of this plan is giving me butterflies. Oh God.
Dear Zayn,
I love you. I don’t have to tell you again but….i wanted to be with you till death do us apart and I guess the time has come. You know I love you and not having you in my life would mean not having a life. So I decided to end my life and before I say good bye to the world forever I wanted to tell you for one last time that I love you…by the time the blood on this letter dries, my soul would have departed my body and your life too.
Love
Ruby
Done! Ready to give Zayn some goosebumps. Okay, now all I have to do is send this letter, bloody letter to Zayn. I’ll have someone keep this in his backpack or may be I could send this to his house. Then he doesn’t have to take the headache of telling his parents about us. Bigger the drama the better. Oh my God, I’m so wicked. I give my reflection in the mirror of the dressing table a smile. I know that smile, the smile of victory. The smile you smile before appearing for an exam because you already know you’ll pass the test.
I stand in front of stationary shop. I call out to “chhotu”. He is a 13 year old boy. He works in the shop to survive. He is an orphan just like me. He has a 10 year old sister to take care of. His thin brown legs carry his malnourished body out of the shop and stop in front of me. His big black eyes look at me and his hands gesture what?.
“I have a job for you. A secret job”, I whisper in his ears.
“what is it?”, he asks out loud.
“shhh… it’s a secret”
“okay, sorry sorry. What is it?”
“you have to become my postman. Drop this letter to Zayn’s place”
“Your Parsi boy friend?”
“Yes. Yeah Parsi. That’s what he said”, I roll my eyes. “And by the way I have only one boy friend dude”
“Yeah I know. And what’s the deal?”
“I’ll get you a new school bag”
“No, get it for my sister”
“Okay, deal”
I give him the letter sealed in a white envelope. He promises me to get it delivered in the afternoon, in his lunch break.
Thank you for reading I hope you are enjoying the series but if you didn't read the previous chapter do read it and let me know your thoughts.
Stay tuned to know what happens when Zayn receives the bloody letter.
next chapter coming soon
use #ISHM to read the series
keep reading
thank you again
lots of love
© All Rights Reserved
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