Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Drama Again!

Quailed. I shuffled to the side, sagged on the chair and tried to calm myself down.

Yeah, everything happens like in the same second. My shot didn't miss. Surely it will never miss. The results of many years of shooting practice with Kak Sanjeev, always on target even though all this time I never - -- directly - directed my shot at humans. This is the first time a human has been the target of my shot. Like the dolls that had been my training medium, the bullets I aimed were lodged in their bodies. They died, and blood spilled on me.

Oh my God, I've already made two lives go by and it doesn't feel like the beginning of my intention to shoot them, I think my feelings will be as mediocre as I always do with my target puppets. But now - in fact, this is very scary. Unsettling. I felt guilty and I realized that I had committed a criminal act. I have become a murderer.

No, Zia. Don't be afraid, okay? They're hoodlums. They deserve to die. You are innocent. Okay well? Calm yourself. Relax, Zia.

But what now? My mind went back to the air when the little voice in my head questioned the response of others to what I had done, especially if HansH would arrive here and see all this, how?

If HansH knew I killed people, what would he think of me? What am I supposed to do now? Surrender to the police? No. gabe. I don't want to go to jail. They're hoodlums. This country has absolutely nothing to lose from the garbage like them. Okay, Zia, relax. Calm. Run the plan as you think. You gotta believe, everything's gonna be okay.

Well, now the next plan. I have to make things so convincing. I took off all the clothes from the two men's bodies until they were completely*. Then, next I smeared blood to their *lat*elamin, as if they had taken away my virginity. And, don't forget also on my trousers*alam.

Perfectly, with blood on*elamine plate and red marks on my neck and chest, everyone would have thought that if I had actually been raped, then I should be smart to avoid the doctor's examination. I can't be taken to the hospital let alone to the divisum. Neither HansH nor Sanjeev, no one should know this truth.

Yeah, time to dramatize things. I completed this drama by ripping off my dress shoulder and ruffling a little bit of my hair and then I shuffled to the floor of the car where I dropped my phone, took it from under the seat. From the screen of my phone, I noticed that there were many incoming messages and phone calls, apart from Kak Sanjeev, many missed messages and calls from Neha and the Mahesvara family. No exception from HansH. But I know, thanks to the GPS on my always-on phone, HansH must have been on his way to catch up with me.

Now is the time to ask for help. Come on, you can. You can, Zia. Contact HansH. Just tell him you killed these delinquents, and you have nothing to fear. He'll definitely help you.

Click!

Phone connection is connected.

"Hello, Alisah? Is this you?"

"My HansH," I said in a sobbing, which I had been trying to make up, but it turned out that I was sobbing for real.

"Hey, are you okay? Why are you crying?" he worried, asking questions that were not really needed. "Alisah, relax. Calm yourself. Now tell me, how are you doing? Are you still with those criminals? How can you call? You managed to escape them?"

I didn't answer.

"Hey, Alisah? No cry. Listen to me, I managed to trace your location and now I'm on my way there. You relax. I'm gonna save you. No cry. I'll be here any minute. Okay well? Calm down."

But my stuff is getting so. "I was raped."

Silent moment. I knew HansH was shocked on the other side, he was in shock, until my confession enraged him.

"Fuck! I'll kill them!"

"They're dead."

"What?"

"I killed. They're dead already. I'm scared, My HansH. They die. How'this?"

"Silent. Relax, Alisah. Calm. You need to calm down, okay? You're gonna be fine. I-i promise. You're gonna be fine. You calm yourself. I'll be there soon. I'll handle this. Okay well? Wait there."

Well, now I have to hang up.

Make the next plan, Zia. Call Brother Sanjeev.

Yep. This time I can't depend on him. Because, if this time he helped me too, chances are, instead of him feeling guilty and regretting all his actions and mistakes, maybe he will just feel that he can overcome everything, all the obstacles that occur in his revenge mission. Can't do. I had to break his confidence and stubbornness.

Yeah, I decided to call Sis Sanjeev to blame him, plus, punish him for changing my identity as Alisah.

Butno. No need to bother calling Sis Sanjeev, he already called my phone first.

"Hello, Zia. Where are you? How are you doing?" tanyanya was agitated at the end of the phone.

I turned that phone call into a video call, and I sobbed.

"Zia...?"

"I was raped."

"What?"

"Do I have to repeat it more clearly? I was raped, Brother! I'm raped! You hear that? I'm raped!"

She's speechless. It was frozen in its far away place.

"I also kill people. You see this. You saw them. I killed people. I was not intentionally. I'm rattled. I. i.. i...."

Practically I watched Sanjeev's brother wide-eyed as I pointed my phone camera at the two dead bodies of the long-* man who was still with me in the car.

"Now I'm just waiting for the police to arrest me and I'm going to jail. My life is over."

Grinning, Brother Sanjeev shook his head and grew more and more agitated. "No. No, Zia. I'm not gonna let that happen.

"You take care of yourself, brother."

"Hey, calm yourself. I'll help you. Send your location, yeah. Nowow. I'll be there."

"no need. I've been a criminal. I have to take responsibility."

Tut!

I decided to take a video call unilaterally, and I knew that Sanjeev would be too late to think of me and would keep trying to contact me. I hope he will regret his mistake: because he changed my identity to Alisah, causing me to have this kidnapping. Because of him, this accident happened to me.

I'm sorry, Brother. I just want you to realize your mistake, and return to being my sister - the best sister you ever were.