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[hand-written-dreams]

CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 16

Beneath The Surface

If I told you what I was

Would you turn your back on me?

And if I seem dangerous

Would you be scared?

- ( The song of this chapter is 'Monster' by Imagine Dragons)

18 years ago

Arnav was born in Chicago. He spent the first twelve years of his life there, surrounded by relatively normal people, living a relatively normal life, before stepping foot in this country two years ago. The transition was a jarring experience. Adapting to the food, language, and traditions felt like stepping into a whole new world. On top of that, the gruelling physical training imposed on him made it all the more challenging.

He had grown up blissfully unaware of his father's ties to the mafia. He wished her mother prepared him well enough before thrusting him into this completely new world.

Blindsided and unprepared.

They lived in this sprawling multistory mansion owned by Mr.Rathore, the ultimate boss, aka the Godfather of this dangerous empire. While others had separate apartments within the estate, they all lived, ate, and trained together as one extended family. The mansion had a central open space where everyone gathered for meals, and another vast area was dedicated to training.

But Arnav’s experience was different. Unlike the boys his age who trained in the common area, he was sent to a secluded hall to train under Master Z. His full name was 'Malik al Zalam', but he preferred to call himself 'Z'. They said Master Z made lethal weapons out of human beings. He was the top trainer of the "League of Shadows." It's an assassin organization managed by the Chicago-based mafia group, "The Outfit." Arnav didn’t fully understand why he needed such extreme training from someone like Master Z, but he didn’t have a choice.

His diet was strictly monitored, and his workouts were mercilessly scheduled. For an entire week, he trained blindfolded, enduring relentless blows that left his body aching. Then another week went by slapping water. The only good part was Mr.Raizada secretly bringing him chocolate cake when Master Z and Mr.Rathore weren’t looking.

Why Mr.Raizada and Mr.Rathore insisted on preparing him this way was a mystery to him. One thing was clear, though--he wasn’t allowed to call his father “Dad” here.

If he said that didn't hurt him, it would be a lie. But he would never acknowledge that to anybody. His dad was his favourite person. He always wanted to be like him, dress like him, talk like him. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

Every day, he watched the light fade a little more from his mother’s eyes. She was still here--physically--but only as a fragile shell of the woman she used to be. Her every movement seemed mechanical, driven solely by her duty to him, Anjali, and the baby growing inside her.

It tore at him in ways he couldn’t describe. She was dying in this house, suffocating under the weight of everything she couldn’t say. He wished when his new sibling was born, some of that light would return to her eyes. But deep down, a small part of him feared it might already be too late.

It was his first off day in what felt like forever, and he had plans--simple ones. After all the chaos of the past few weeks, he just wanted to play online games with his online friends and go to bed early.

The recent drama surrounding a failed wedding was still fresh in everyone's minds, but he couldn’t care less. Aunt Vedika, Mr.Rathore's younger sister, was supposed to marry someone from the Jha family, but the groom had fled before the wedding. And out of despair, he guessed, Aunt Vedika hanged herself in her room.

Mr.Rathore’s fury over his sister’s death was volcanic. Rumours circulated that he had kidnapped the daughter of the Gupta family as retaliation. Arnav didn’t know how true the whispers were, nor did he care. That world of vendettas and punishment seemed endless, and he wanted no part of it.

So, when a knock came at his door, cutting into his rare evening of freedom, he groaned inwardly. Mr. Raizada, stepped in, cradling a tiny, sleeping human in his arms.

“Can you watch her for the evening?” Mr. Raizada asked casually, as though this was an everyday request.

Arnav frowned, his gaze flicking between Mr.Raizada and the little girl, not more than four or five. “Is that the Gupta girl everyone’s been talking about?”

“I need you to watch her for me...like a few hours,” Mr.Raizada said, deftly avoiding the question.

Of all the things Arnav wanted to do with his free evening, that ranked dead last. He wasn’t shy about expressing that. “Why can’t you leave her with Mom or Anjali?”

“They’re not home,” Mr.Raizada replied, ever patient. “They went to the hospital for your mother’s check-up.”

Arnav slumped back in his chair. “I’m not doing it.”

Mr.Raizada tilted his head, considering, then offered, “What about...I’ll buy you that bike you’ve been eyeing. How’s that for a deal?”

Arnav’s scowl deepened. “Mr.Rathore doesn’t want me to have that bike.”

“You know what? Fuck Mr.Rathore,” Mr.Raizada said with a wink, laying the little girl gently on the sofa beside Arnav’s computer desk before turning to leave.

"What's her name?" Arnav asked looking at the little girl in a pink dress. She was tiny, unusually tiny.

"Khushi." Mr.Raizada replied shutting the door behind him.

And just like that, Arnav’s evening plans were obliterated by the arrival of a tiny sleeping intruder.

The little girl looked like a delicate porcelain doll, her tiny face framed by a cascade of dark curls that framed her head like a halo. She looked very fragile with her rosy, chubby cheeks and a button-like nose. 

He noticed her shivering, the icy temperature of his room too harsh for someone so small. He sighed and grudgingly adjusted the thermostat before grabbing the throw blanket folded neatly at the edge of the sofa. His mother always insisted on keeping it there for aesthetics, a habit he found unnecessary--until now. Draping it gently over the girl, he realized how useful his mother's quirks could be in moments like these.

Satisfied that she was warm, he slipped on his headphones and lost himself in his game, the familiar world of strategy and fantasy pulling him in. Time passed unnoticed, his focus entirely on defeating opponents and levelling up.

When he finally glanced back at the sofa, he froze. The little girl was awake, her enormous eyes--disproportionately large for her tiny face--fixed on him. They reminded him of cartoon characters, wide and unblinking, filled with a mix of curiosity and drowsiness.

What if she started crying?

He had no idea what he would do if she burst into tears. But the girl didn’t cry. She simply sat there staring at him, her chubby little head tilted slightly, her confusion mirroring his own.

"Uh... hi?" he tried awkwardly, unsure if she could even understand him.

The girl blinked, her small hands clutching the edge of the throw blanket. She yawned, her expression still half-asleep, and continued watching him as if he were the most fascinating thing in the room. And then out of nowhere, she smiled.

A completely radiant smile.

A smile that turned her cartoonish eyes into twinkling half-moons.

It lit up her entire tiny face.

He felt his own lips twitch as well.

Another knock at his door and he exhaled a sigh of relief, hoping it was Mr.Raizada coming to take the girl off his hands. But it was Omprakash, one of Mr.Rathore's loyal staff.

“Arnav Baba, Vikrant Sir asked to take the girl to the basement,” Omprakash said flatly.

The basement!!

Nothing good ever happened in the basement. It wasn’t a place for a little girl like her, hell, it wasn’t a place for anyone, not even grown men.

Since moving here, he had spent most of his free time exploring the sprawling property that Mr.Rathore called home. His curiosity eventually led him to discover the basement’s grim purpose. It was a place of torture, where information was extracted, enemies were punished, and murders were carried out.

What did they plan for this little girl?

Were they going to hurt her as retaliation for Aunt Vedika's death?

Or worse, were they going to do something similar to what they’d done to Payal?

His heartbeat escalated.

She was so young for any of this.

And so defenceless.

And so so small.

Omprakash didn’t hesitate, scooping the girl into his arms and heading toward the basement. She clung to the throw blanket Arnav had wrapped her in, her tiny face peeking over Omprakash’s shoulder.

Arnav hesitated only for a moment before springing into action. He needed to know what they were planning. Discreetly, he followed Omprakash down the hall, his footsteps light and deliberate. And the whole way, the little girl kept looking at Arnav over Omprakash's shoulder.

With her huge cartoonish hazel eyes.

Present day

She still has those cartoonish eyes.

And he wants to see those eyes as the life drained out of them, those damning eyes that push him into hell.

Every fucking time.

Every fucking way.

He watches her from the shadows as her car moves past the gates of the Gupta mansion, just like he spent years watching her from afar. She is both a punishment and a compulsion. She is a living wound that festers in his soul, poisoning his every thought.

Hatred claws at his chest, sharp and unrelenting, but beneath it lies something darker, something he refuses to acknowledge. He hates her with a rage so consuming it burns through his veins like wildfire. His hatred has a pulse, a rhythm that quickens every time he sees her.

It infuriates him.

It fascinates him.

And one day, he will take what he owes, and maybe then he'll find some peace. Maybe then, his chest wouldn't feel so tight every fucking second of every single day. Every single day she lived, every single day he survived.

Every single fucking day.

He's been thinking about it for so long.

She is going to die at his hands.

The most beautiful death.

It will be a sight to behold.

The roar of the bike engine fills the night air as he races down the empty streets. The cold wind bites at his skin, but it does little to cool the fire of his thoughts. The images of her, are like ghosts riding alongside him.

Haunting and relentless.

Her eyes, her defiance, the way she looked at him with a mix of fear and something else he couldn't quite place. His grip tightens on the handlebars.

Her voice echoes in the distance of his mind, soft and light, as though it isn’t built on the ruins of his life. It mocks him and tempts him until he can’t look away. She shouldn’t have this...this liberty to torment him. She shouldn’t exist at all. And yet, his mind is a prison, every thought chained to her. He imagines her face when he isn’t trying to, her voice slipping into his ears unbidden. The curve of her lips, the way her hair falls against her cheek...it infuriates him how clearly he can picture it all.

And then there’s the way she moves, the way she smiles at people who don’t deserve it, at men who dare to stand too close. It sends a rush of fury through him, cold and bitter. She doesn’t see him watching, doesn’t know he lingers on the edges of her life, orchestrating and unravelling her world in equal measure.

Something darker, stranger and far more dangerous coils tightly around his hatred, suffocating and exhilarating. He despises himself as much as he despises her for letting his hatred be tainted, for letting his hatred cross a line. His hatred isn’t pure anymore. It’s stained with something way more sinister.

It’s an infection, a sickness, a madness that grows with every passing day. And yet, he cannot stop.

She is his punishment.

His fixation.

His downfall.

All his life, he thrives on control in every aspect. And he has achieved it. Every emotion, every instinct, is meticulously reined in...his anger, his hatred towards her, and the burning urge to track her down and end her life.

And she comes and wrecks it all.

He hates her more for it. But, he hates her most for the way he craves her...

She is unbearable to look at.. intolerable even, not granting the mercy of looking away. Everything about her exudes a perilous beauty, like a rose unapologetically flaunting its thorns. She's alluring in the way deadly things often are.

Her beauty is..dangerously toxic.

It's venomous.

It's alarming.

It's unsettling.

He remembers how she looked earlier this evening. Every part of him burned the fire so fiercely it almost felt like his skin was being seared by her presence alone. His body stirred without his permission, a brutal, bone-meting wave of desire crashing through him, leaving him weak, exposed. He gritted his teeth fighting the rush, but it was futile, an insatiable hunger sank into his bones, making it impossible to think of anything else but her.

She was so close, yet a universe way. His hands twitched at his sides desperate to touch, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingers. Every inch of her called to him..her smile, her eyes, the curve of her neck, her bare back...

It's intoxicating.... lethally captivating.

It ripped through him, tearing apart his control, leaving nothing but an overwhelming need that clawed at his chest. His eyes raked over her, and the sight of her..so effortlessly enthralling, so unaware of the chaos she stirred....

He wanted to feel her beneath him, wanted to lose himself in the softness of her body, wanted to strip away every layer of resistance until there was nothing between them but skin, heat, and the sound of their breath.

His body reacted before his mind caught up, hard, aching, and wild with the need to claim her, to possess her completely. His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms as he forced himself to look away, but it was no use. She's seared into his mind, every part of her haunting him, wrapping him tighter in the need to break her apart and piece her back together in his image.

He turns his bike sharply, the screech of tyres breaking the silence of the empty streets. Her name echoes in his head, both a mantra he can’t silence and a curse.

He hates her for what she does to him. But more than that, he hates how he can't control himself around her...And it sickens him. He wants to destroy her, wants to ruin her for anyone else because if he can't have her, no one can.

There's no reason left. No logic. Only the raw, primal urge to have her, to mark her as his, to remind her that she belongs to his rage, his grief, his chaos.

He made plans, damnit.

Meticulous plans, to end the cycle.

To end her.

All his revenge would be served, and he wouldn’t even have to pull the trigger himself. He could simply sit back and enjoy the show.

It feels like fate is mocking him. The last 18 years of his life were spent believing who she was not. She is not who the world thinks she is.

Yet, still, she was the catalyst of the chaos that consumed his life. All the deaths he endured and caused, all the blood staining his hands.

He bought her life at the cost of countless others.

It shouldn't change anything for him after knowing who she is. He should have let his plan work as it is. He should have let the Wolves end her tonight.

But he is here again.

Back to square one.

Protecting her from the monsters again.

One that he unleashed upon the world.

And one that is raging within him.

The city lights blur into streaks of colour as his bike speeds through the empty streets. A creature of night.

When it comes to monsters, there's always one bigger and more vicious than the rest, like the one he’s about to hunt tonight.

Sex trafficking and the red-light district trade are colossal enterprises within the Triad, encompassing casinos, clubs, and high-society escort services hidden behind the facade of luxury resorts and hotels like The Crown and many more like that. All three families reap the rewards, their coffers overflowing from this grim business.

To avoid internal wars and eliminate competition, the Triad formed a separate syndicate solely for this venture. Profits are divided into four parts: one for each family and one for the employees. This syndicate, known as the Triad Tribe, operates independently, answering only to a specific captain, a leader chosen annually by the three bosses. It is an important position, overseeing a fortune that flows through the darkest veins of society.

That reminds him, he has a meeting with the Triad Tribe captain, Dhruv Rao, early tomorrow morning. He plans to approach the Tribe defensively. If Dhruv Rao gives him what he wants, he might grant the man a few months of reprieve...maybe.

The business of the Tribe has been bleeding losses for the family ever since their international shipment of trafficked women was intercepted by the CBI five years ago, due to an anonymous tip. Since then, the Triad Tribe has halted human trafficking operations overseas, focusing instead on managing red-light areas, brothels, casinos, and clubs.

However, controlling internal trafficking and sexual coercion has proven trickier. Over the last few years, brothels and clubs have faced frequent police raids--again, sparked by anonymous tips. While these raids rarely shut the businesses down permanently, they freed many girls held there against their will.

And through this very process, he has quietly built a network of spies within the Triad Tribe. The rehabilitation centre he's funded anonymously became a refuge for these rescued women. Some of them, determined to save others, agree to act as his informants. Pretending to be sex workers, they infiltrate the operations, gathering intel for him.

It is through one of these spies that he's learned about a Wolves member, currently indulging himself in a hotel room above one of the triad tribe clubs--a man working in the family’s security detail. Not the head himself, Adam Hunt, an ex-American Navy SEAL, but someone linked to him. The same man whose subordinates accosted Miss Gupta tonight.

According to his spy within the Wolves family, they still don’t know anything about the killing of Preetika Nair. If that were true, then why is this man in the city?

Dressed in all black, he moves like a Ghost. A mask covers his face from the nose down, and the hood of his leather hoodie is pulled low, shrouding his features. The darkness is his ally, and he knows how to disappear within it.

Tonight, he carries no firearms--only his crossbow. The absence of a gun doesn’t bother him. If anything, it adds a thrill to the hunt. Looks like he’ll have to get creative with this motherfucker.

Holding the upper edges of the window, he leaps onto the pipe running along the side of the building. His muscles, guided by memory, move efficiently as he begins to climb, one foot pressing against the window frame, the other braces on the pipe.

Stopping at the window five stories above, he peers inside and spots Vishal Hegre sprawled on the bed, grinning as two girls service him.

Moving with feline stealth, his parkour and martial arts training taking over, he swings to hang from one hand, the other securing a firm grip on the windowsill. Ensuring the room's occupants remain engrossed, he eases the window open and slips inside, landing silently before ducking behind a large couch in the dimly lit room.

"Damn window," Vishal mutters irritably. "Go close it."

One of the girls gets up, shuts the window, and returns to the bed.

Straightening, he strides to the foot of the bed and retrieves the crossbow behind his back. Before anyone can react, he fires, embedding an arrow squarely into Vishal Hegre's palm and nailing it to the headboard. A bloodcurdling scream rips through the room as Hegre thrashes, his wide, frantic eyes darting until they land on the figure in the shadows. Terror overtakes him.

Arnav raises a gloved finger to his lips, a silent command for the girls to stay quiet.

His gaze shifts to a wallet lying on the floor near the bed. Picking it up, he pulls out the bulging bills inside and tosses them onto the bed between the trembling women.

"Get dressed," his distorted voice commands through the modulator. "Mr. Hegre no longer requires your services."

The girls scramble to comply, heads down, avoiding the sight of the man writhing on the bed. Just as they’re about to leave, his voice echoes in the dark again.

"And what will you say when you go outside?"

"Nothing, sir," they whisper in unison, their voices shaking.

The door clicks shut behind them, locking the door automatically, leaving Hegre alone with him.

"What do you want?" Hegre stammers, still struggling to free his hand from the headboard.

"They all ask the same questions," Arnav remarks. "What do you want? Who are you?"

Ignoring the man’s pleading, he moves to the table, inspecting a bottle of whiskey. It’s a good brand. Opening it, he begins pouring the amber liquid around the edges of the bed, emptying the bottle methodically. Then he fetches another bottle from the cabinet and returns, tipping some onto the writhing Hegre, soaking him in the sharp scent of alcohol.

"Are you the one killing the Triad associates?" Hegre babbles, his voice breaking. "No--please! I'll give you anything! Anything you want!"

Ah, fear. Good old fear. His old friend. They reunite again.

He has been methodically dismantling the Triad, one member, one associate at a time--silently, ruthlessly. Each death was a calculated move, a slow bleed that weakened the organization from within. He moves like a ghost. Guess, his reputation precedes him. They feel the fear before they even know he’s there.

Hegre reeks of desperation and fear, the stench mingling with alcohol and urine. Disgust flickers across Arnav’s face. It isn’t just the smell, it’s the sound of his voice--grating, unbearable.

It disgusts him even more when he starts craving her voice, soft yet commanding, the one he can still hear in his mind.

Fucking hell.

Grabbing Hegre’s hair in a firm, gloved grip, he yanks hard, eliciting another cry of pain.

"Drink," he orders.

Gulping and trembling, Hegre opens his mouth obediently. Arnav tips the bottle, pouring its raw contents down the man’s throat. Hegre chokes and coughs, sputtering as the fiery liquid burns its way down. When the bottle is nearly empty, Arnav steps back, watching as a fleeting look of relief crosses Hegre’s face.

He lets him cling to it.

For now.

He drags a chair in front of him and sits down, quietly watching him.

People always underestimate the power of silence, the way it makes people squirm, their thoughts racing for an answer, a reason. He lets the silence take over, never speaking a word, knowing full well it will force their imagination to run wild.

Will he kill them? How? A bullet to the head? A quick, painless death, or something far slower, more drawn out? Would he make them beg? Suffer? Twist their limbs, pull their skin? Or perhaps strip them of something deeper, something that would never heal?

He doesn't need to ask them anything. He knows that the longer he sits there unwavering, the more their minds will unravel, and they'd begin to question their own fate. And when they crack, when they show the first sign of weakness, then he will strike.

Quietly.

Efficiently.

"I'll tell you everything just get this thing out of my hand," Hegre says again sweating like a dog. It's pathetic, the snot, the tears as he blubbers like a baby. "P..please."

"Why are the Wolves in this area?" Arnav asks as he watches Hegre squirm.

"Umm....to..to kill the Gupta girl."

"Why?"

"Because...Shyam Jha's minion killed Mr.Naik's daughter."

"Hmm..You're an interesting person, Mr. Hegre. Your men are dead, lying by the side of the road, and you're getting your cock sucked?"

"They said they'd got it under control," Hegre mutters, his voice cracking, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face.

"Tsk, tsk, overconfidence is never good," Arnav clicks his tongue. "So you started the celebration early, huh? What will Mr. Hunt say about that?"

"I don't give a fuck what that American dog thinks," Hegde spits out. "I have worked for the wolves for so long...and when the head of security was to be determined, it went to that fucking bastard. I will show him I am better than him. I wanted to get the work done and surprise Mr. Naik."

"So...Mr.Hunt doesn't look know that you are here or what you were going to do?"

"No."

"Who else knows about the serpent involvement besides you?"

"No one."

"Your men?"

"Those who knew, I sent them to do that job."

A Police siren wails in the distance heightening Hegre's panic. "Let me go, man! I can't get caught here. I have a reputation."

"Mr.Hegre, do you know how hard it is to keep the Wolves from finding out who killed Miss Naik?"

Hegre's eyes widen. "You have killed the right hand man of that American dog, haven't you?"

"He was too close to find out....but you amazed me, you slipped under my radar...how did you find out?"

"The bomb...that killed Miss Naik..I knew who can make this bomb. I worked with him before..he is one of the Serpent."

"And you didn't share this information with Mr.Hunt?"

"No....You...are the one they call 'The Ghost', right?" Hegde's eyes are telling Arnav that he knows his time is up, that he knows what they say on the street that nobody sees 'The Ghost' unless he is going to die. "Listen, let me go, I'll join forces with you. I have a family, two daughters. I can't be caught here. I would die of shame."

Arnav watches him squirm some more, his voice calm but cutting. "Let me end your misery then."

He flickes a lighter which he retrieved earlier that day, directly from the boss himself. A snake is engraved in it, the sign of The Serpents. He tosses it onto the bed. Flames erupt immediately, licking up the soaked sheets and spreading quickly. Hegre's screams grow louder as the fire consumes him. So does the Police siren.

He jumps back from the window to the narrow alley behind the club, leaving behind a symbol of the serpent in the scene.

A warning, A massage.

For the Serpent, because this lighter will soon find Mr.Gupta. And he will know 'the Ghost' is coming after the serpent next. He is closer than they think.

The mafia war between the Serpent and the Wolves needs to start, but he has to make sure the little bird remains untouched.

She’s off-limits. No one dares lay a finger on her. He will burn the entire city down and raze it to the ground before letting anything happen to her.

Only he has the right to kill her.

No one else.

The morning light pours through the glass surrounding his high-rise office. The city below remains a blur of waking motion, but up here, he is alone, staring at the picture of a girl he hasn’t seen in sixteen years. It’s not her real photograph, just an AI-enhanced image, aged from her childhood picture to reflect what she might look like now. He hopes, almost desperately, that it matches the real person.

His jaw clenches. So many years of searching, of following false leads, of tracking shadows...and now, here she is again, in front of him, just out of reach.

He has been actively searching since he returned to this country; not once did he think to look into the Triad tribe. He should have. He doesn’t know why he overlooked it. Since when did Mr. Rathore ever keep his promises?

"Sir, Mr.Rao is here."

"Send him in."

Dhruv Rao enters the room, his easy grin at odds with the aura he carries. Once a street fighter, now one of the Triad tribe's most trusted soldiers. He started as an underground fighter and fought his way up the ranks. At such a young age, he’s become the captain of the Triad tribe, mainly due to his tenacity and his ability to command the soldiers in the streets.

"Hello, boss, what's up?" Despite his reputation in the underground arena as a fearless fighter, he is quite chirpy.

Arnav motions for him to take a seat.

"Let’s get to business first, Mr.Rao." Arnav wastes no time. "I want a favour."

"Anything, Boss."

He slides the picture across the table. "I want you to arrange this girl for me," Arnav says, gritting his teeth. He’s been searching for her everywhere. He never imagined Mr. Rathore would hide her in a place like that. But the recognition in Dhruv's eyes tells him that he has seen her before.

Damn it.

"No can do, boss," Rao responds quickly, shaking his head. "That one’s exclusive for Mr.Rathore. No one’s allowed near her room except him."

Arnav’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his composure. "And, where it is?...Her room?"

Rao hesitates, "Boss, I am really sorry. I can't give you her location. It's not permissible. Mr.Rathore passed even strict orders to inform him if anybody does look for her.....she lives like a princess in there."

He could have approached Rao in the shadows and instilled the fear of God in him until he spilled everything. But Arnav has no intention of ruffling the feathers of the Godfather of the families, not yet. Let them bask in their false sense of security a little longer.

Arnav’s eyes narrow, his voice quiet. "Mr. Rao, let’s not make this unpleasant...let not expose youself to the bosses for the minor hiccups you have over the year...they might not take them lightly. They could even start questioning your loyalty."

"I don't understand." But Rao's eyes say he knows and understands clearly.

"Hmm... let me reprase it so that you’ll understand. Why do your reports show fewer girls when I know you’re bringing in double? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to count......"

Rao gulps first, then shifts in his seat, his confidence wavering. Rao looks uneasy but doesn’t falter. "Mr.Raizada, when I was summoned, I knew I wouldn’t walk out alive. If I give you the information, I’m dead anyway. If I don’t, I die too. But man to man, I really hope you’ll give me a chance to fight for my life." He pauses, his voice dropping a little. "Next week, there’s a match. You win, I’ll tell you everything. I win, we forget this conversation ever happened. I’m a simple man, boss. I don’t want to get caught in the crossfire of these family matters."

Arnav studies him for a moment, then smirks. "A match, huh? Feeling pretty confident, Rao."

Rao straightens up, his smile returning. "They don’t call me Show Stopper for nothing."

Arnav lets the silence stretch for a moment, before he simply says, "Done."

As Dhruv Rao exits his office, Arnav dials a familiar number.

"I miss you too, bestie," comes through the line, after the first ring.

Mathur's annoyingly smug and sleepy tone made Arnav sigh. He summons every ounce of patience he can muster. At times, he isn’t sure if he wants to strangle the man or laugh at his absurdity. Somehow, though, the bastard is probably the only person on the planet who can get away with calling him bestie. Absolutely fucking ridiculous.

"Wake up, Asshole."

"Why, who died?" Mathur mumbles, the sound of a yawn escaping.

"You’re about to," Arnav snaps. "If you don’t show up in the office in the next 30 minutes."

"Okay Mr. Grumpy-pants, make it 45," Mathur replies lazily, then his tone turns serious. "How was the meeting?"

Arnav scoffs in the solitude of his office. The meeting hadn’t gone as he intended.

"Keep an eye on Dhruv Rao. Hack his phone. GPS, earphones, everything. I want to know where he goes, who he talks to."

Author’s Note:

Hello, everyone. I’m back and excited to share the chapter. I went to have some vitamin sea and it was a much needed escape from the hectic life.

Let me know how you are liking this dark version of ASR. Also I am open for suggestions. Leave a comment if there's any other way you want to see him.

Bye, bye.

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CHEAPER THAN FACEBOOK

ADS - EST - AGE 18 - 25

YOUNG - INTENSE - PEOPLE

$35 - INSTAGRAM - ADS

OVER - 5,000 - REACHED

REMEMBER - BETTER START

FLODESK

DIFFERENT - EMAIL ADDRESS

EMAIL - MARKETING

LANDING - PAGES

MEMORY - $37 - MONTHLY

AUTO - FLODESK AFFILIATE

BACK - 2 - BITLY - LINKS

CUSTOM DOMAIN LINKS

GROWTH 2 - $35 - MONTHLY

BOOKMARK - BAR

ABOVE VITAL 2 OUR SENSES

MY - DMV - PORTAL

WHAT - WE - USE - DAILY

2 FIND - AT - ONCE

GOES - 2 - R - SIDE

HIDDEN

FLODESK - WHAT - IS - MORE

IMPORTANT - 4 - ONLINE YES

STORES - DROPSHIP - TRULY

NO - INVENTORY

WHAT - IS - MORE - IMPORTANT

WHAT - ADDRESS?

MIAMI - CAMILLUS HOUSE

MAILING - ADDRESS

WITH - MONEY - THAT - WILL BE

THE - UPS STORE

$50 - DEPOSIT - AGAIN & - AGAIN

NEW - TEMPS - NEW EMPLOYEES

WILL - ILLEGALLY - AS - 4 - PHOTO

ID - WHY?

THEY - WORK - AT - UPS - STORE

NOT - MAILBOX - OWNERS

2 - IDs

WHY?

WELCOME - 18 AND OLDER

'OBEDIENCE - YOU - WILL DO'

IN - UNITED STATES

IN - THIS - LIFE - 'YOU - WILL

LEARN - 2 - EARN - A - BUCK'

(JUST - $1)

BIBLE - THE - UPS STORE

THE - US POSTAL - DECIDED

'OPPRESSION AND ROBBERY

WILL - B - HOW - THEY MAKE

CERTAIN - RICHES'

BIBLE - 'MONEY - HAS WINGS

THEY - WILL - FLY - 2 - ITS YES

RIGHTFUL - OWNER'

ONLY - NEEDED

THE - UPS STORE

FEB - AND MARCH

RESTED - APRIL

NEEDED - MAY - AND - JUNE

SO - DEPOSIT - $50 - TWICE

HOW - THE - UPS - STORE

ROBS - THE - YOUNG AND

SENIORS - 65 AND OLDER

THEY'RE - AMERICANS

AMAZON - LARGEST - EMPLOYER

ONLINE

OVER - 10 MILLION - EMPLOYEES

BECAUSE - OF - HUB LOCKER

OVER - $1.27 BILLION - DAILY 2

CHECKING - OVER - $1.9 TRILLION

TAX - PAID

NOT - FEDEX - NOT - US POSTAL

NOT - THE - UPS STORE

AMAZON - PRIME

MORE - AND - MORE

ORDER - IN - 5 MIN

TODAY - 2P - 6P - LUAN - LOCKER

ROSS - DRESS - 4 - LESS

N MIAMI AVE

NEAR - MAIN - LIBRARY

AMAZON - APP - OPENS - DOORS

AMAZON - DELIVERY - DRIVERS

DEFEATED

FEDEX - INSANE - PRICES

UPS - SICK - PRICES HUGE

USPS - EXPENSIVE - JOKE - WILL

ARRIVE - DAMAGED

DEAR KOREAN - GIRLS,

MY - BIRTHDAY - LIKE - ANN MILLER - LIKE - SEHUN

CUTIE - OF - EXO - 2 YR - MILITARY - HIATUS ...

MARRIAGE - AGE - 2 YRS - KOREAN - BOYS

BUT - 23 YR OLD - KOREAN - BOY - AFTER - TRAINING

MURDERED - STRANGER - 23 YRS - KOREAN - GIRL

STOPPED - HER - AFTER - PAYING - 4 - TAKING THAT

TRAIN - SAME - THING - THEY - PAY - THEN - CAN'T

TAKE - TRAIN - FR - STABBING - STABBING - STABBED

21 YR OLD - KOREAN - BOY - AFTER - TRAINING

STABBED - AGE 21 - KOREAN - GIRL

THEREFORE, MAYBE 3 YRS - IN - FUTURE - BUT NOT

MARRIAGE - AGE

LAST - 3 YRS - OF - HIGH SCHOOL

MILITARY - TRAINING - SEOUL KR

DEAR - KOREAN - GIRLS,

MARRIAGE - IS- 'PRINCE OF PERSIA: SANDS OF

TIME' - 'MARRIAGE - IS - SAYS - HE - HAS

LEGITIMATE - WIVES - WHEN - YOU - WANT

MORE - THAN - FRIENDSHIP - STRONGER

THAN - FRIENDSHIP' - REVISED

HAVING - KIDS - MORE - THAN 1

ON - PURPOSE

'NO - KID - HUNGRY'

2 STRONGER - TOGETHER

HAVING - KIDS - AS - MARRIED - BOOKS

WILL - GET - WHAT - THEY - WANT

WANT - 'MORE - THAN - FRIENDSHIP'

'STRONGER - THAN - FRIENDHIP'

CHILDREN - WHAT - WILL - MAKE - ANY

RELATIONSHIP - WORK - WHY?

GOD's - HEART - IS - CHILDREN

WHY - HUMANS - CREATED?

NEW - BRO - AND - SIS - OF - ONLY CHILD

OUR - LORD - JESUS

HE's - BEEN - AROUND - CENTURIES

NO - BEGINNING - OR - END

'SO - LONELY'

GOD - CREATED - HIS - NEW - SIBLINGS

THE - HUMAN - RACE

BUT - DETOUR - WITH - ADAM AND EVE

GARDEN - OF - EDEN

GOD - HAD - HAS - ENEMIES

SATAN - AND - HIS - COHORTS

HIS - EVIL - SPIRITS - FORMER ANGELS

INSTAGRAM

12 FOLLOWERS

MY - TRUE - BIRTHDAY

12 APRIL 1964 - CHINESE - WOOD DRAGON

ARIES - WESTERN - ASTROLOGY

I'M - AGE 60

MAKATI - MEDICAL - CENTER

REAL - PLACE - OF - BIRTH - 2

BABY - OF - THE - MONTH

ALL - FREE

1 YEAR - HUGE - GIFTS

BABY - SUITE - AFTER - DELIVERY

REFUNDED

100 BALLOONS - BLUE

RELEASED - 10A - NEXT - DAY

TIME - OF - BIRTH

EXACT - TIME - 10P PHT

NEW - SEAL - BIRTH - CERTIFICATE

'BABY - OF - THE - MONTH'

BORN - EXACT - TIME

DEFEATED - FORMER

ALWAYS - APRIL - FOOLS - DAY

01 APRIL

BECAME - 12 APRIL 1964

MANY - JEALOUS - ABOUT - THAT

1 YEAR - TOYS - CLOTHES - FOODS ...

NO LONGER - A - COMPETITION

FROM - INSTAGRAM

NOT - MY - FIRST - NOTIFICATIONS

AFTER - KIEUN CHOI - MARRIED A

CHRISTIAN - KOREAN - MALE

BORN - IN - SOUTH - KOREA

HE - NEEDS - TOKYO - JAPAN

PLASTIC - SURGERY

GLUED - ON - HIS - FACE - NECK

LIKE - BOBBY DEAN's - FACE

WE - SHALL - SEE

SO - LONGER - MARRIAGE ...

WHAT - I GAVE - 2 - BESTOW BLESSINGS

ON - NEWLY WEDS - KIEUN CHOI - AND ....

LIKED - BY - MORE - THAN - A - FEW

AMONG - WHO - LIKED - FAVORITED ...

NEW - FOLLOWER - PRIVATE - ACCOUNT

PLANS - IN - FUTURE

STATE - OF - ART

BUYING - AN - EMIRATE - PLANE

FLYING - THIS - AUTO - PLANE - 2

WHILE - REPLACED - OR NO NEED

PART - TIME - FIRST - CLASS

FLIGHT - ATTENDANT

GETTING - AT - LOVISA

DOLPHIN - MALL

3RD - EARS - PIERCING

OVER - $30

INVITING JUNGKOOK - V

LEADER - RM - WHO - IS

AVAILABLE - BTS - BOYS

HAVE - DECIDED - 2 TRY

INDEPENDENT - STARS

JIMIN - THE - DANCER I

FORGOT - HIS - NAME ...

ALSO - FREE - 4 - NON-STOP

DAN - AND - HIS - FRIEND - 2

SEE - IF - HE - LIKES - THE

NEW - EMIRATES - UNIFORM

MY - COUTURE - DESIGN ...

LIKE - SMARTHOUSE - THE

NEW - EMIRATES

BUILT - BY - MY - TOKYO JAPAN

MALE - SCIENTISTS - SHOWCASING

IN - A - BUILDING - WITH - CAFES - 2

SO - U - CAN - SEE - INSIDE - OF MY

NEW - EMIRATES

FUTURE

KUROMI - AIR

CINAMAROLL - AIR

HELLO - KITTY

MY - MELODY - AIR

MINE - ALSO

FLYING - THEM - ALSO - FLIGHT

ATTENDANTS - FIRST - CLASS

MISTAKE - THEY'RE - MAKING

FIRST - CLASS

LACKING - KIDS - CLASS

BABIES - CLASS

TEENS - CLASS

SEPARATION - OF - AGES

ALL - U - CAN - EAT - BUFFETS

SO - THEY - CAN - GET - WHAT

THEY - WANT

BOMB - WATER - BULLET AND

FIRE - PROOF

ARMED - PLANES - ON - THE SIDES

WE - CAN - FIRE - AT - WILL - FRONT

AND - SIDES - 2 - PROTECT - ALL - 2

LET's - SAY - OUR - BOMB - PROOF

CHALLENGED

ALL - PARTS - WILL - FLY - AUTO 2

PARIS - FRANCE

TOKYO - JAPAN - AS - PROMISED

SO - PARACHUTES - NEEDED

SPECIAL - BOOTS - HELMETS

VESTS - AIR CONDITION - HEATER

2 - FLY - EVERYONE - 2 - SAFETY

WE - WILL - INTRODUCED - BUILDINGS

WHAT - 2 - DO - WHEN - PLANES

HIJACKED ...

INSIDE - OUR - PLANES

US - AIR FORCE

IN - CLEAR - BOOTHS - U - CAN - YES

EXERCISE - BY - EXPERIENCING

GOING - UP - AND - DOWN - WITHOUT

PARACHUTES - 2 - EXERCISE

TREADMILLS - AND - MORE

2 - EXERCISE - DURING - FLIGHTS

AND - MACHINES - THAT - CREATE

WATER - SO - NO - 15 MIN - MANDATORY

SHOWER - OUR - MACHINES

2 PARTS - HYDROGEN - AND - OXGEN

WILL - CREATE - WATER - SO - NO MORE

RATIONING - SHOWER - WATER - AND

TOKYO - TOILETS - AUTO - CLEANERS

SO - NO - MORE - MAIDS - CLEANING

BETTER - FREE - PAJAMAS

BETTER - FREE - ROBES

BEST - SLEEPING - LOCATIONS

HEIGHT - ADJUST - HOW - 2 - ENJOY

SLEEPING - AFTER - PAYING

THOUSANDS - OF - DOLLARS

NO - MORE

KIDS - FREE

SENIORS - FREE

OUR - FLIGHTS - NON-STOP - DAN

ALL - OUR - FLIGHTS - FREE

REQUIREMENTS

TONGUES - BY - APP - $500 BILLION

TAX - PAID

SING - IN - TONGUES - $500 BILLION

NOW - OUR - APP - OPENS

FREE - FLIGHTS - WORLDWIDE - AND

LOCAL - NON-STOP - DAN

NO - POINTS - NEEDED

INVITATION - 2 - NON-STOP - DAN

REVIEW - OUR - CHEFS' - BUFFETS

LET - US - LEAVE - OUR - HOSTILE

NATIONS - HOSTILE - COUNTRIES

WALT DISNEY - 'MOVING FORWARD'

OUR - SYSTEMS

WE - KNOW - YOUR - CHROMOSOMES

WHAT - IS - IN - EVERY - BAG - AND XO

LUGGAGE - NO - SURPRISES

COMING - IN - FUTURE

MAIN - LIBRARY

BLK - MALE - PLANTED - IN - WOMEN's

RESTROOMS - WHY?

NUDITY - SEEN

BEST - TIME - 4:35P EST

SMILING - HE's - ALLOWING - NO LONGER

PREGNANT - FEMALE - 2 - WEE WEE

FASTER

FUTURE - NON-STOP - DAN

OUR - TOKYO - SPRAYS

SPRAY - YOUR - FACE

NO - NEED - 2 - WEE WEE

DISAPPEARS - TOXIC AND

NEED - 2 - WEE WEE

COLLEGE - FOOTBALL

SUPERBOWL

MUSICAL - THEATRES

CONCERTS

BALLETS

SPRAY - YOUR - FACE

WEE - WEE - POO POO

NEED - GONE

WE - REMOVED - TOXIC POISONING

FUTURE - BETTER

AMERICAN - MEDICAL - WILL NEVER

HAVE - THIS - WHY?

PEOPLE - PHOTO - COLOR - ID

HUMANS - KIDNEY - $9,000

BLADDER - $9,000

COMA - HEART - $35,000

POLICE - NEED - WEE WEE - OF - ALL

POLICE - FUTURE - POOP - WANTED

POLICE - FUTURE - OPEN - VAGINAL

AREA - PHOTOGRAPHED

POLICE - REMOVE - BRAS - WEAPONS

USA - CANIBALS - NEEDS - JEWELRY

NEEDS - 2 - MURDER - BLUDGEONED

AGE 246 - NATION - AMERICANS USA

BIBLE - 'GOD - WILL - NEVER - EVER

GIVE - THEM - WHAT - THEY - WANT'

JESUS - IS - LORD

KOREA - FIGHTING

FLODESK - EMAIL - MARKETING

LANDING PAGES - CUTE DESIGNS

AUTO - AFFILIATES

MOST - IMPORTANT - WITH - NEW

ONLINE - STORES - DROPSHIP

INCREASING - EMAIL - LIST - NO 1

INCREASING PEOPLE - 4 - EMAILS

GIVE - FREE - OFFER

FREE - DOWNLOADS

MANY - WILL - FIGHT - US - 4 - OUR

FREE - OFFERS

INCREASING - LOYAL - IN - NEED OF

OUR - EMAILS

WHEN - WE - FIND - BETTER

WEBSITE - MAKERS - MINE

TAX FREE - HONG KONG - ISLAND

MALES - COMPUTER - EXPERTS

THEIR - CLOTHES - PRINTING

THEIR - EVERYTHING

PRINTFUL - DOESN'T - HAVE

CUSTOMIZED

MINT & MOON

INITIALS - M & M

PRINTFUL - DOESN'T - OFFER

WE - CHOOSE - FREE INITIALS

MINE - I - WILL HAVE - FREE

CUSTOMIZE - SHIRTS

CUSTOMIZE - JEWELRY

ORGANIC - COTTON

BEST - POLYESTERS

CHEAPEST - WOOLS

AND - I - WILL - NOT - LEAVE

ANYONE - BEHIND

FREE - ONLINE - STORES SO

EASY - AND - AUTO

EVEN - KIDS - CAN - HAVE

THEIR - OWN - ONLINE STORES

JUST - SHIRTS - KOREAN GIRLS

$1 MILLION - PER - YEAR

PRINTFUL

SHIRTS - MINE - WILL - TELL YOU

WHERE - 2 - PUT - ANYTHING

WHETHER - U - LIKE - IT OR NOT

PRINTFUL - DOESN'T

WHEN - U - GO - 2 - MOCK UPS

WHAT - YOUR - DESIGNS WILL

LOOK - LIKE - WORDS - PLACED

SOMEWHERE - ELSE

1 HOUR - WASTED ...

NO - HOUR - WASTED - WITH

TAX FREE - HONG KONG ISLAND

COMPUTER - EXPERTS

THE - UPS - STORE

MAILING - WORLD - USA

KUROMI - MAILING - STORE

KUROMI - CARGO - PLANES

KUROMI - STAMPS

FIRST - CLASS - $0.25

REMAINS - THAT - FOREVER

WE'LL - BE - DELIVERING ALL

THE - ORDERS - OF - OUR - FREE

ONLINE - STORES - USA - WORLD

CONCEALED - CARRY

HARVARD - LAW

INTERNATIONAL - LAW

WORLD - LAW

CONCEALED - CARRY

POISONOUS - BULLETS

WE - WILL - UNLIKE - KOREA

PROTECT - OUR - SHOPPERS

HOSTAGES?

WE - WILL - DISAPPEAR - THE

EVIL - CREEPS

WE - WILL - PROTECT - BABIES

KIDS

WE - HAVE - MACHINES - 2 - INSTALL

WHAT - WE - DELIVER

OUR - ROBOTS - WILL - INSTALL OUR

APPLIANCES - GADGETS

BAD - NEIGHBORHOODS

WE - WILL - REMOVE - FR - EXISTENCE

CRIMINAL - GANGS

OUR - TOKYO - MALE - SCIENTISTS

GPS - WILL - DISAPPEAR - VANISH

POSSESSION - OF - DEADLY - WEAPONS

KNIFES - AND - MORE

WE - BELIEVE - IN - COMBAT - KNIVES

WE - DON'T - BELIEVE - IN - MANY

KITCHEN - KNIVES

OUR - SCIENTISTS - WILL - DISAPPEAR

MANY - EVIL - PEOPLE - B 4 - WE - YES

DELIVER

NO - MORE - 1 DRIVER - ALWAYS - TWO

OR - 3 BUT - NO - SURPRISE DELIVERY

THEY - WILL - KNOW - WHO

HIS - HER - HEIGHT - AGE

APRIL - ARIES

5'9 FT

KIM SONIQI

AGE 21

ANOTHER - GIRL

NEVER - COED

THEY - WILL - SEE - BEAUTIFUL - PHOTOS

DIGITAL - ESTIMATE - WHEN - THEY ARRIVE

NO - SURPRISE

WE - FLY - HIDDEN - CAMERAS - CLEAR

CIRCLES - WHEN - WE'RE - SUSPICIOUS

BRUISES - ON - KIDS

WE - WILL - HEAR - THEIR - CONVERSATION

AND - DISAPPEAR - THOSE - HORRIDS GET

KIDS - AND - BRING - THEM - 2 - SAFETY

NOT - ANOTHER - NEW - BATTERY AREA

ANOTHER - BLUDGEONING

US POLICE - DISCONTINUED - WITH

CRIMINAL - CHARGES

WEEKEND - PRISONS - 4 - YEARS

MIAMI - MILITARY - FORCE

LOS ANGELES - MILITARY - FORCE

SHERIFFS - RETIRED - FOREVER

RIFFLES - WILL - B - RETIRED - USA - WORLD

FULLY - AUTO - MACHINE - GUNS

SMALLES - FULLY - AUTO - LONG - RANGE

REVOLVERS - NO - SOUND

LESS - THAN - TIC TAC - SIZE - BULLETS

SO - DEAR - KOREAN - GIRLS,

WE - GOT - THIS

NAILS - OUR - NAILS - BECOME - LONGER

GUY - BEATING - U - UP - AND - YOU'RE

DRUNK - NAILS - TAKE - OVER - POISONOUS

AS - YOU - DIG - IN - 2 - STOP

POISON - DISAPPEARS - HIS - BODY

AUTO - INCREASES - IN - HEIGHT - 2 - AUTO

KILL - THESE - BLUDGEONERS

WITH - KIDS - KIM POSSIBLE - AUTO - CLEAR

WILL - SURROUND - THEM - LIKE - EGGS

DISAPPEAR - THEM - ITS - TRANSPORT AS

THEY - ARE - TRANSPORTED - 2 - OUR

SPECIAL - MARINES - CENTERS

SPECIAL - NAVY - CENTERS

(UNDER - WATERS)

SPECIAL - AIR - FORCE - CENTERS

AIR - PARKING - IN - THE - SKY

OUR - SUBMARINES - BECOME

PARKING - ON - WATER - FOR

SPECIAL - AIR - FORCE

SO - PULSE - OF - MURDER

HATRED - VIOLENCE

CLEAR - EGG - SURROUND - EACH

KID - 2 - TAKE - THEM - DISAPPEAR

THEM - FR - SITE - AND - BRING

THEM - 2 - OUR - MILITARY - CENTERS

ALWAYS - OPEN - WE - KNOW - WHAT

2 - DO - RESIDING - ALSO

SEOUL - KOREA

TAX - FREE - HONG KONG - ISLAND

TOKYO - JAPAN

BORA - BORA - FIJI - ISLANDS

THE - MALDIVES - TAHITI ALSO

SOUTH - PACIFIC - ISLANDS ...

MORE - 'KIM POSSIBLE' - LIVING

DEAR - KOREAN - GIRLS,

OUR - FUTURE - BABIES

FUTURE - SONS

FUTURE - DAUGHTERS

'PROTECTED'

JESUS - IS - LORD - KR

FREE 30 DAYS - FLODESK

WHO - DOES - THAT?

EMAIL - MARKETING

FREE - LANDING - PAGES

PRINTFUL - THE - BEST - IN - USA

DON'T - DO - FREE - QUICKSTORE

CAN'T - REMOVE - FOREVER

YOU - DELETED - ITEM AND STILL

THERE - 3 WEEKS?

JOURNALS - NOTEBOOK - PRICES

SHIPPING - PRICES?

REPLY - I'M - NOT - BUYING

MANILA - MALACANANG - PALACE?

WIX - BUSINESS - $43

WIX - FREE - PLAN

BEST - IN - USA

BOTH - NO - COUPONS

COMBINES - WITH - SALES - ITEMS

BOTH - CAN'T - DELETE - OVERSTOCK

BOTH - LYING - CAN'T - TRANSFER

SHIPPING - CHARGES

RESULT - ABSURD - PRICES

FUTURE - OUR - GIVEAWAY

TONGUES - BY - APP - $500 BILLION

TAX - PAID

SING - TONGUES - $500 BILLION

WIX - HAS - MOBILE - APP - $$$$

SHOPIFY - 2 - USE - SHOP - APP

STK - APP - THEY - GIVE - NOS

YOU - ENTER

GOOGLE - BOO

I - FOUND - WHAT - WORKS

FREE - BUT - WHEN - YOUR

SMARTPHONE - STOLEN?

CAN'T - ENTER - ONLINE - STORE

CHAT - WILL - NEVER - HELP

CANADA - SHOPIFY - WILL - STEAL

$39 - MONTHLY - UNTIL - CARD

EXPIRES

CANADIAN - THIEVES - SHOPIFY

2 - ROB - AMERICANS

MAKE - MONEY - FR - AMERICANS

KOREA - CANADA

CIVILIANS - NO - WEAPONS

RETIRED - MILITARY - POLICE

ALSO - NO - WEAPONS

STUPID - PLACES

OSTRICHES - WHO - HIDE - HEADS

UNDER - SOILS

ONE - DAY - NORTH - KOREA INVADED

ONE - DAY - NORTH - FIRED - CANONS

SOUTH - IN - USA - DEFEATED

WHITES - OVER - 7 MILLION - KILLED

BLK - SLAVES - FREED

LINCOLN - THE SOUTH ASSASSINATED

MUDD - WHO - PLANNED - THE KILLING

HIS - NAME - REMAINS - STILL - MUDD

PRINTFUL & WIX - THE - BEST IN - USA

BUT - HARD - WORK

RESULT?

$1 MILLION - PER - YEAR

JUST - SHIRTS

ZEN BUSINESS

LLC - 1 EMPLOYEE

SNOW - CARMEL - INDIANA

$39 - YEARLY

$10 - LATE - FEE

FLORIDA - $139

LATE - FEE - $400

NAME - CHANGE

FLORIDA - $409

INDIANA - $109

JESUS - IS - LORD

CURRENTLY

FREE - PLAN - PRINTFUL

MORE - EXPENSIVE PRICES

FREE - PLAN - WIX

HOW - IT - WORKS

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Kids Sherwani Ethnic wear Dhoti pant Indo western - for kids and boys from Ahhaaaa

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Chris's Baby Girl (Headcanons) Platonic Chris Redfield X Adopted Daughter Reader

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, I am back with a new chapter! This Chapter is an OLD request off of Tumblr! Which is Platonic Yandere Father Chris Redfield x Adopted Daughter Reader! This will not be romantic, it is just a yandere type of protective parent! So please enjoy!]

(Disclaimer: THIS IS PLATONIC! NO ROMANTIC YANDERE IN THIS POST! Chris Redfield also is not yandere in canon. Like platonic Yandere characters are fine! As long as you are not illegal or gross about it and remember to separate fiction from reality. Platonic yanderes are not ideal parts to have and please be safe!)

.So Chris adopted you when you had just been a baby.

.You were a kid whose family had died due to, The mold.

.He could not just leave you, then when he locked eyes with you, he knew you were his daughter.

.He is beyond a protective platonic yandere parent

.in which he has protected you from so much throughout your life.

.Bullies being dealt with without mercy.

.yeah he would Frick those bullies up or at the very least get the parents moved out of state.

.He is also very caring to you as his daughter.

.he has been the type to dress up as a fairy princess, let you do his makeup, and play pretend.

.Though once you were old enough he began to teach you hand-to-hand combat, then later on how to shoot and use a knife.

.That is right he knows he will not always be around to take care of you. But he is not going to let you be hurt if he can help it.

.He would also be the type of platonic yandere parent that would NOT want you to date!

.Boys are nothing but trouble that will hurt you if you ended up liking more than just boys.

.then he will now have to deal with at least twice as many threats to your safety!

.when it came time for your period he was well stocked up! Every type of pad or tampon that you can imagine.

. A whole video presentation of what a period is and how a baby is made.

.He would not let you feel shame in being female and having a healthy body.

.When he finally lets you date he is the type of yandere parent to do a HUGE background check on your date whatever gender they might be.

.Of course, he already did a little something similar with friends you have.

.He really does not trust anyone with you his baby girl.

.He also would teach you not to take a crap, if you told a boy or anyone no and to stop but they did not, then to put them in their place.

.he raises you to be a young lady who knows what she wants, does not take crap or abuse, cares for others, and shows compassion.

.He has probably even chipped you with a tracker when you were born and tracks your online activities.

.Also would have a security team watching you all the time when he cannot be with you. To keep you safe.

.keeping you safe is his main goal.

.He will always protect his baby girl. No matter what.

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Recollections & Rebirth~...

Tucking a stray graying curl behind his ear Jimmy turned the corner into the day nursery. Long unused but never ignored or out of care. It was always paid as much attention as the rest of his beloved home regardless of how much use it did or didn't see. He had instructed his cleaning lady to pay special attention to this room as of late, as he now knew it would soon fall back into use. As would its newest old addition.

A restored antique crib done in a rich cherry brown wood that leant itself well to its warmly ornate surroundings. Carefully restored & just as carefully polished & fitted with plush new bedding, with a cheerful stuffed teddy & blanket to await its new tenant's arrival in the coming months.

He stepped closer into the hallowed halls of his intimate life that he kept well shrouded from the public. As shrouded as the little treasure that was listed in the blurry little printout that he had one - of many - copies framed atop a nearby dresser that read, "Baby: Page."

How had he found himself here again? For the umpteenth time. He didn't know. He was just glad to see it again. To be able to spend more time here again. To experience it again. To savor it again. Relishing every little thing.

Especially her.

Soraya.

She had barely started to show & already he was dressing her. Styling in the loose, diaphanous, flowing gowns that befitted her role as lady of the manor. Billowing skirts & all. PreRaphaelitic Earth Goddess Supreme. Queen of his heart.

She demured as she was wont to do when she felt he was doing too much or being to generous. But soon, shyly & with some coaxing took to it like a duck to water. As he knew she would. He loved to spoil her. Lived for it. Loved opening new doors for her. Especially knowing that these new opened doors would with their opening also open or reveal new facets to her personality & personage in its development, as it was so proving to then.

She was taking to massaging cocoa butter to her softly rounding stomach at random times as well as after every shower. Also after a lot of these times, she would finish by massaging the rest into her limbs, until they gleamed in the soft light from where the diaphanous gowns revealed them. A glowing earth goddess she appeared to him then.

She also massaged a bit into his hands & arms after his guitar practice & noodling. Rubbing him into relaxation. Kneading her love into him all the while. A moment of sweet stillness shared between the two.

They had a short list of long names to use for the baby. Favored artists serving as namesakes.

She was also starting up nesting like mad. She bought a few baby clothes from mom & pop shops both online & brick & mortar. Jimmy showed her a few shops himself. Shops she might never have even thought to look in. Admittedly, a few of them were shops that were more likely in his price range than hers. But again, he liked spoiling her. Liked spoiling the baby. Even before the baby was born or had proven to be more than a slight bump in her belly.

The clothes were simple. Little bits that could be used both should "Baby Page" prove to be a boy or a girl. Soft linen shifts & shirts. Soft cotton sleepers with matching caps. Plush blankets & washcloth & towel sets. Some had personalization, last name only as it was still too early to even find the baby's gender much less name it or have a name to put on any bedding or toys or such.

The simple sight of the blanket resting on the bars of the crib, repeating the same two-word announcement of the little blurry picture was both earth-shattering & heartwarming. "Baby Page". His heart surged every time he peeked into the room to check in on things & admire any of his & Soraya's new additions to the room. It gave him a little lift with each step he took. As such, he made his little check-in visits often. He loved the buzzy, bubbly, excited little feeling it gave him. It made him deliriously happy. And he was sure that Soraya felt the same, seeing her embroider little things for the baby. Hats. Sleepers. Shifts. All little things that made the baby more hers. More theirs. More real. Even before its birth.

And now all that was left was to wait.

In the new year they were to have their new baby.

Sometime in late Winter early Spring, when the frosts thaw & life springs anew a new life would begin. It was all too perfect. Too real and yet unreal. And too deliciously, deliriously thrilling for words. Jimmy & Soraya couldn't wait. In the meantime they would nest, preparing their Tower for its newest little resident's arrival in the early Spring. With a potential date on the calendar circled, they were now counting the days...

~

Hope you all enjoy~!

As ever this is forever under construction~!

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Can I ask for collarxmalice family headcanons?? Like how many children would they want, maybe also the gender of them, if they would be good parents/how they would be like at parenting. Thank you so much and love your blog!

Hehe, thank you love! Here are your hcs~

Yanagi

At first, he's a little unsure about children

He's not opposed to them, but he really doesn't feel confident about being a father

But considering how often you two... uh... ya know ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) it was bound to happen quite soon

When you tell him you're pregnant, he's absolutely overjoyed

He starts reading books on parenting. So, so many books.

He wants a daughter! But of course he wouldn't mind a son either. He's just worried a son would take after him and act like he did when he was younger....

Yanagi definitely thinks one child is enough once the baby is born, but as your firstborn grows older, he... actually kind of wants a second one

So that's how you two ended up with two children

Yanagi tries to let the two be independent as much as he can, but it's difficult when he also wants to be at their side and help them with everything

He loves taking care of the children, being around them, and watching them grow up

He doesn't spoil them, but he does treat them sometimes and definitely makes sure they're prepared for anything and everything

The smile he has on his face when your first born goes to school is as brilliant as the sun

Sasazuka

No. No. No. No children. He doesn't want small dumb cats running around

He coolly and calmly opposes any thoughts or mentions of children

........

Except when you tell him that you're pregnant, he's actually seriously happy, even though he doesn't really show it

Takeru doesn't mind a son or a daughter, he's just overjoyed to have a child

Being able to see a small human that was literally born from your love.... he's thrilled, he really is

Takeru doesn't mind taking care of the child at all, buuuut he is absolutely not thrilled to change diapers and deal with anything butt related

.....although one day, you do catch a glimpse at the two of them joking about farts

One day while you're out, Takeru is quite alarmed to find his donuts missing

........and is even more alarmed to find his toddler passed out with donut crumbs scattered around them, and an empty donut box beside them

Takeru desperately tries to hide the fact that your kid takes after his donut obsession, but after a while he gives up and uses the donut-love to his advantage

He rewards the child with a donut for any good thing they do- he kinda spoils them with donuts but hey, it works!

Definitely teaches his kid computer science, coding, and everything in between

Although he can get a bit strict at times, and you can sometimes see him and your 10-year old having a fight

He almost always makes it up to them though, to repair whatever "damage" their fight had to their relationship

Enomoto

Oh boy. Enomoto tells EVERYONE hes gonna be a father once he hears the news

You already know? Too bad, he's telling you again

He's never gonna let you do ANYTHING for yourself. He's gonna be all over you making sure you're comfortable and feeling good

Like Yanagi, he also reads a bunch of parenting books, but also reaches out to magazines and online articles. And even Yanagi and Takeru, who give him some... questionable advice.

Enomoto would love to have a little princess, but he would also love to have a little knight too- either way, he'll make sure they have lots of fun!

Enomoto makes sure to attend EVERY tea party the child holds, if any, and makes sure to let them win almost all wrestling matches the two end up in, if any!

He'll dress up in whatever ridiculous outfits the kid wants him to wear, he'll let them draw on his face, he'll let them paint his nails, and he'll let them do whatever they want to him

He'll always be right there to take care of the child no matter what. He'll always make it to performances or events or parent-teacher conferences or appointments!

He honestly spoils the kid a little too much

But you can tell that they're incredibly close, and the child is well behaved because they don't want to disappoint their superhero dad!

Buuut sometimes the two of them get into trouble, and you have to be the one to scold both of them.

You bet your ass Enomoto wants a second kid! He's not opposed to a third at all, but two is good enough :3c

Okazaki

Kei is the one who approaches you to ask if you want kids

He's thrilled when you say yes and when you tell him you're finally pregnant

Kei knows you're strong, and mostly leaves you alone during the pregnancy because he knows you don't need his help

However he's more then happy to help a lot more later on and do/get whatever you need

He would prefer a little boy, so he can roughhouse as much as he wants! But he would also love to spoil a little princess if he had one

So you can imagine how happy he is when you give birth to twins

A boy and a girl! Kei treats them equally, of course, and ends up spoiling both of them a ton

But! He can be stern and strict when necessary, but never in an angry or disappointed way.... more like he genuinely wants to help them learn from their mistakes

He never gets mad or annoyed. Never.

He loves trying out new and weird snacks with the twins, and being able to roughhouse with both of them.

He isn't always able to make it to their performances or big events, but he makes sure to get time with them when he can

And they definitely think he's a superhero saving the most important of people and braving the most incredible of dangers

Kei loves telling them bedtime stories, tucking them in, and taking naps with them

He's quick to be able to get them to smile after something bad happens, and they always feel safe with their father

Shiraishi

Shiraishi is honestly a little shocked when he hears that you're pregnant, and doesn't really know how to feel

He had been thinking a lot about having a family in the recent years being with you, but now that he's faced with being an actual father, he isn't quite sure

But he thinks on it, and realizes that he's ok with this, and he's even looking forward to it!

He's curious to see how the child develops and whether it takes more after you or him

He doesn't really care about it's gender, and doesn't prefer either way

He wants the child to take after you- to be loved by everyone and to be kind and beautiful. He despises the idea of the child being more like him.

He's a little worried he may not be a good parent at all, but he determines that worrying won't do him any good and he instead he pushes through

He takes care of the baby just fine, and is quite good at soothing it and helping it learn and develop

But once the baby grows into a child, he kind of... distances himself

Not entirely on purpose, he just really doesn't know how to interact with them

But one event where the young child falls on the playground and starts crying has Shiraishi leaping into action

Parental instincts take over, and he's immediately whisked them away to the side to see if they're injured and to soothe them

When they throw themself into his arms, though.... he freezes, and is a little unsure about himself

But it hurts to hear his child in pain, and from that moment onward, he's always by his child's side, comforting them and helping them learn and thrive

He doesn't play nearly as much with his child as all the other fathers do, but he makes sure that they have what they want and need and that they're good to be on their own

He is INCREDIBLY helpful when it comes to homework though! He's always happy to answer any questions and help them work through any tough problem

He's quite happy if the child takes after him a little bit, despite his earlier wanting of the child to be like you

In teaching his child to be human, he too grows with them. He makes sure his offspring doesn't make the same social "mistakes" that he does, and in turn he also becomes more sociable and perhaps even ends up with a few friends!

When it comes to christmas or their birthday, Shiraishi makes sure to get them a gift they will love. Every single time. He's the perfect gift giver.

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Lena laughed as she completed the last question of this little online contest she was participating in. The invitation had appeared in her email one day along with a link, and she had curiosity followed that link to a website that described the contest. All Lena would have to do is answer a few questions correctly before other "participants" and she would be the winner of "her fondest wish!!" Lena had laughed at this, thinking this was a fun little game someone had put up, and though she did not take it seriously at all, she decided to join in the fun. Where was the harm in it?? She was bored at the moment after all.

The "contest" consisted of a few straightforward questions that she was easily able to answer. Shaking her long blonde hair out of her face, Lena's bright blue eyes watched as the site processed her answers, then a message popped up on her screen: "Congratulations, you have won the contest!! You may now make your wish!! What do you desire??" Lena giggled as she jokingly pondered this question, then typed in the first thing that popped into her head: "I wish to live forever!!" Laughing softly as she hit the send button, saw "Your wish is granted! Thank you for playing!" And closed the window, Lena thought, "This was a cute, fun little distraction, but now I gotta finish chores!"

A couple hours later, Lena plopped into her living room lounge chair, rubbing her belly. She felt somewhat sick and bloated, but she was also exhausted from laundry and housework, so she figured she was just hungry and worn out. Shaking off the feeling, she decided that after she rested for a while, she'd make herself a sandwich. Another hour passed, with Lena watching TV when she looked down and saw a shock!! Her normally small petite belly had expanded outward, making her look very pregnant!! She gasped in horror, and jumped to her feet, a mistake that nearly sent her crashing to the floor, for she was not used to the balance of her new belly. She felt heavy, and full, confused as to how this had happened to her! "I'm having an allergic reaction, she thought anxiously. "That has to be it!!" "I've caught some sort of virus and I'm having a reaction to..." Her thoughts trailed away as she felt movement in her belly, and she absentmindedly rubbed it. "I... I can't be pregnant," she blurted out to her empty house. "I've never had sex... this has to be a bad dream, right??"

Lena waddled into her bedroom and reached the nearby bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked nine months pregnant, her belly hanging out of the clothes she had been wearing on the body that had been so small and slim just a few hours ago. She was still confused and scared as to what had happened to her when suddenly, she doubled over as a painful contraction hit her. Lena gasped as she felt pressure build up, then a gush of water leaked out of her, soaking her bottoms.

"UUUGGHHH", Lena moaned as she slowly made her way back into her bedroom. She reached the bed and climbed on it, as she felt something heavy drop onto her hips. Frantically, she kicked off her pants as she felt huge pressure in her pussy. She could not help but push, screaming in pain. "AAAAHHHHHH!!" Lena felt a burning sensation as whatever was coming out of her began to crown. She struggled to get her panties off, panting and crying as the pain peaked. As the head emerged farther, causing a bulge to form in her underwear, she screamed a high pitched scream and whined as the burning and pressure worsened. She knew she had to get her panties off, or it would block the baby that she was somehow delivering, so she gritted her teeth through the pain and pulled her underwear down to her feet. She then began kicking, not just to get the panties off her feet, but because the pain was so bad, it caused her to thrash around like crazy. She whined and moaned and cried as she felt the heavy head slowly push out, stretching her pussy wide. Screaming, she pushed, willing this process to go faster. "THIS HURTS!!!" she yelled, though she knew no one else was in the house. Finally, she felt a pop and knew the head had finally gotten out. Without waiting another second, Lena pushed, brushing her sweaty blonde hair out of her face, and felt relief as the baby left her body.

For about a minute, Lena lay there, shaking, hardly able to believe what had just happened to her. Then, something in her mind clicked as she realized "Wait, if I just had a baby, shouldn't it be crying??" Lena slowly moved around so she could pick up the baby she had just birthed, noting three distinct things about it: First, it did not have a umbilical cord attached to it, just a belly button. Second, the baby was a girl, with blonde hair the same general shade as Lena's, and third, the baby was not crying, but Lena could clearly see that it was alive and healthy, almost content. Her eyes were closed and she moved around and kicked, as if she had been born for a while and was just simply sleeping. Lena held her baby and stared at it for the longest time before realizing how exhausted she was. Afraid she might accidentally turn over on the baby as she slept, Lena decided she would not sleep with the baby in her own bed, and so the new mother gingerly got up and found the softest part of her bedroom's carpet she could find and placed the baby gently onto it, laying her on her back. Thinking that she would try to figure all this out tomorrow, she fell backward onto her bed and fell asleep.

When Lena awoke the next morning, her first thought was, "Oh God, what a horrible nightmare!! It felt so real!" As she rose up, she realized something was wrong. She was lying on the floor, naked. She looked over her body, thinking. "Did I fall out of bed??" She got to her feet and then her blue eyes fell upon the bed, and she screamed. The shirt and bra she had been wearing last night were lying on the bed, being worn by a skeleton. Lena trembled as she looked around the room, her mind racing. After a while, she remembered where she had placed the baby she had birthed... it had been lying in the exact spot where Lena had woke up, but as she now looked at that spot, there was no baby there, nor any sign there ever was. As she continued to ponder this, terrified, she also realized that her body felt better than it had ever felt in her life, almost as if it were a new....body....

Lena rushed into the bathroom and vomited as realization hit her. She had given birth to herself. Somehow, after she had fallen asleep, her body died, and her consciousness or soul or whatever had transferred to the baby, which had apparently grown rapidly. She looked herself over, noting that her body seemed to be the same age as it had been last night, in her late 20s. "How is this possible??" She breathed. Lena made her way back into the bedroom, noticing at once that the bones were now gone, leaving only the clothes she was wearing last night, and what appeared to be sweat and other bodily fluids. Lena shuddered at the thought, but did not know what else to do. Her tummy grumbled, and she realized she was starving... of course, this new body had not eaten yet.

Hours later, Lena had eaten, dressed, and had gone into work. Sitting at her desk, her mind was not on her work, however. She could not get her odd situation out of her mind, and the more she pondered on it, the more it made sense that the body she now inhibited was the one she gave birth to. "The baby's features were just like mine," she thought. "Female, petite body, blonde hair... if I saw its eyes, I bet they were blue, just like mine!" "I never had sex, so the baby could only be another me!" "But, how??" "How is this possible??" "What caused this to happen to me??" Lena spent all of her workday lost in thought, and after a while, convinced herself that it had to have been a nightmare. She must have hallucinated those bones, and just simply did not remember taking off her clothes, or falling out of bed during the night. As for her body feeling better than it ever had?? Maybe that was just a result of healthy living lately!! When she arrived home, Lena grabbed her bra and shirt from off her bed and threw it into the laundry. She then looked around the room, and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she told her mind it was a vivid nightmare, and to forget about it, and get on with her life.

Two days had passed, and Lena had not given the incident another thought. She had been shut up in her office, preparing an important presentation for her boss to give soon. Her friend and co-worker Marianne had come by to collect the finished presentation, and Lena stood to hand it to her. "Excellent," Marianne said "Lena, this is just what our boss needs to secure that new agreement!!" "You always come through when we need it!" Marianne's brown eyes looked Lena over. "Oh, by the way, congratulations!! When are you due??" Lena looked at her friend confused. "What??" she asked, before looking down at herself and barely stifling a gasp. She was sporting a small bump, almost as if she were about 3 or 4 months pregnant. Her mind raced in panic as her friend was still speaking: "Boy or girl??" After a few seconds, in which Lena composed herself, she smiled and said, "Oh, it's a girl!" Marianne nodded. "I don't know why you didn't tell me or any of us before now, but again, congratulations!" Lena smiled as Marianne left the room, the Lena scrambled for the bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, she collapsed against it, breathing rapidly. "This can't be happening!" She thought. "I can't be pregnant!!" "This isn't happening again!!" "That was just a nightmare... wasn't it??" She glanced into the mirror, her shining blue eyes staring back at her, eyeing her small bump, and she groaned softly. "What the hell am I going to do??"

After she got home, Lena decided that she was not going back to work for a while. This proved to be a good idea, for as the week passed, her bump grew rapidly, and by the time she reached the weekend, she looked ready to pop. She had called the office, telling them she had caught a virus, and that she would be working from home for a while. This worked perfectly, except apparently Marianne began to worry about her, as she had begun calling Lena everyday. Lena assured her she was fine, just sick, and when Marianne asked about "the baby," Lena told her that she need not worry about it.

On the day Lena realized a full week had passed since she had had her supposed nightmare, she tried to get out of bed when she was hit by painful contractions and pressure. "Oooohhh", she moaned, rocking back and forward on the bed, clutching her belly. Hoping that walking might help the contractions, Lena got shakily to her feet and began taking small steps around her bedroom. With each step, Lena felt the baby inside her drop lower and lower. Eventually, she could not take it anymore and she dropped to her knees, crying out in agony. She spread out on all fours, her large belly hanging down and her blonde hair in her face, inwardly thankful she had been going to bed naked lately. Tears streamed from her blue eyes as she wailed and pushed, her butt and vagina high in the air. The baby's head tunneled roughly through her birth canal as she panted and moaned. Her legs shook with pain and cramps as Lena let out another roar of pain. As the head began to peek out of her, she felt the burning in her pussy that signaled the baby's crowning. "OOHH!! OOOHHH GOD!!" She yelled. "AAHHH IT HURTS!! IT'S BURNING!!!!" she cried and grabbed the top of the bed, pulling herself into a semi-squatting position, hoping gravity would help. Lena threw her head back and cried out loudly as she felt the head seem to split her vagina open. Bearing down, she pushed until the head was hanging out between her legs. Stopping only to pant and catch her breath, Lena reached down with her left hand and felt the baby's head. When another contraction hit, she squatted and groaned as she gave another push, and the baby dropped onto the carpet.

After spending a few minutes to rest, Lena looked down at the baby. Like before, it was a little girl, not attached, and not crying, but clearly alive. Lena held and hugged the baby against her chest, thinking rapidly. "It wasn't a nightmare, unless I'm having it again!" "What do I do??" "Do I dare fall asleep again??" Thinking back, Lena was convinced that giving birth this second time seemed more difficult and more painful than the first, but she was not sure. Realizing that she was exhausted and hungry, Lena placed the baby in the center of her bed and staggered to the kitchen. Her body after giving birth was sore and weak, but everything seemed to be over. She made a quick sandwich and collapsed on her sofa in the living room, lost in thought. As she ate silently, random questions popped into her head, and she decided that today, since it was early in the morning when she had given birth, she was going to experiment.

12 hours later, with night falling outside, Lena felt more confused than ever. After eating earlier, she had returned to her room and started touching and talking to the baby, in an attempt to get it to open its eyes, but it never did. Lena then tried to feed it, holding it up to one of her breasts, but nothing happened. On an upside, there was no diaper to change either, for the baby did not seem to have to poop or pee. If not for the breathing and it occasionally moving around, Lena would have sworn the baby was just a realistic looking doll. Tired, Lena decided to try one last experiment before she went to sleep. She had brought the baby into the living room and placed her on the sofa. Lena then returned to her bedroom, thinking that if she woke up on the sofa tomorrow, then it confirmed her theory about what was happening, assuming she could fall asleep will so many anxious thoughts in her head. However, as soon as her head hit the pillow, Lena drifted off immediately.

Lena turned and felt herself hit the floor. Snapping awake, she found herself lying in front of her sofa. She let out a soft scream and jumped to her feet. Rushing into her bedroom, she found her bed soaking wet, and only the pajamas she had worn to bed as part of her experiment. Trembling, she backed against the wall and slid down it onto the floor, burying her face in her hands. "It's true!" She thought. "Everytime I fall mysteriously pregnant, I give birth to a baby that will eventually become my new body!" "But, why?? And how??" "Am I cursed??"

Lena again did not go back to work. She decided to spend the day on the internet, searching for answers, ignoring a missed call from Marianne. Scouring the internet, she tried to determine if anyone else had ever been in her situation before, but she was unsuccessful. She had even posted her situation in a few forums on the deeper parts of internet, but only got responses telling her she had a vivid, or a sick imagination, and that her "ideas" would make a good story. Frustrated, Lena was getting ready to shut down her computer, before noticing the new email icon, and something clicked in her mind. She was reminded about that strange online contest she had taken, and realized that it was right after that when all these strange things had started happening to her. Lena accessed her search history and located the website where she had played the contest. She saw that message thanking her for playing and then found the information she had overlooked before. "Questions??" It said, with a phone number under it. Her heart racing, Lena grabbed her smartphone and called the number immediately!

After two rings, a kind female voice answered, telling Lena that she had called the helpline for the online contest. Lena told the woman everything that had happened since winning the contest, expecting the woman to hang up, laugh, or even tell her that she had no idea what Lena was talking about. However, to her surprise, the woman answered "Of course!" "What is happening to you is what you wished for." Lena fell silent confused. "I wish to live forever," the woman said as if she was reading it, then said with a giggle, "That wish has come true." "With each week, your body produces a brand new replacement, and once you give birth to it, it becomes your new body." "Constantly changing to a fresh body each week means you will never grow old and die." "Congratulations!!" Lena gasped in shock. "How do I make it stop??" She asked the woman. "Stop??" The voice repeated. "Why would you want to??" "Your wish is granted." "I didn't think that was serious," Lena yelled in a pleading voice. "Please, you have to help me!!" "It hurts to give birth every week" "I don't want this wish anymore!!" "Please get rid of it!" "That can't be done," the woman responded. "All granted wishes are final!" "Have a nice day!" With that, the woman hung up. Lena tossed her phone to the side and collapsed into her chair, crying. "I AM cursed!!" She blurted out!!

Lena called and quit her job, thinking that, in order to avoid awkward questions, she would have to find a job that allowed her to work from home. Three days later, she had accepted an online application for a work from home proofreader, which was similar to what she did before, but would allow her to avoid human contact and submit her work online. She was already showing another small pregnant bump by this time, and she absentmindedly rubbed it as she finished chores around the house. Though a part of her mind had subconsciously accepted her new life situation, Lena was still dismayed that she seemed to be stuck in this cycle of "rebirth" forever. She had continued to search the internet for any kind of hope or help, even going so far as to search for unusual births, frequent birth fetish sites, and even post about her situation in various birth related forums, but it seemed that her situation was unique, or else no one else had gone public with it. Her failure to find even a shred of hope caused her to fall into a kind of depression, and she only half-heartedly threw herself into her new work, knowing that she still needed money regardless.

After six days had passed, Lena was lying spread out on her sofa, her hand resting on her large belly as she read a romance novel, trying anything to help take her mind off things, when a knock at her door made her jump. Confused, Lena rose up and waddled to her front door, seeing Marianna through its small window. Lena opened the door, greeting her friend and former co-worker, who looked at Lena with concern. "Lena, what's been going on with you??" Marianne asked. "I haven't heard from you in days... you quit your job suddenly, and refuse to answer my calls or texts." "Are you ok??" Marianne looked Lena up and down, taking in the huge bump. "Lena, I didn't know you were that far along!" "Does all of this have to do with the baby, because I know that..." Marianne trailed off, for at the mention of the word baby, Lena burst into tears and fell into Marianne's arms, crying hysterically. "I'm... I'm not ok at all!" Lena sobbed, as Marianne held her. "Mari, I don't...know... what to do!!" For a while, Marianne just held her friend, listening to her crying, then looked into Lena's eyes, and asked, "When's the last time you left the house??"

An hour later, Marianna had driven the two of them to the park, thinking that some time out of the house would do Lena some good. As the two of them walked slowly through it, having the park mostly to themselves, Lena realized that Marianne insisting that she get out of the house was a good thing, for Lena began to somewhat feel better. "Lena, please talk to me," Marianna pleaded, a concerned expression on her face. As they continued their stroll, Lena shook her head, staring at the ground, and her protruding belly. "I want to tell you, but I don't think you'll believe me," She relied. "Tell me what??" Marianne asked, still looking at Lena with concern. When Lena did not respond, Marianne stopped her and the two of them stood in a large patch of grass in a deeper corner of the park. "Lena, you can tell me anything," Marianne said to her. "Remember, I'm a scifi and fantasy nut!" "Whatever it is, I'll believe you." Lena looked into her friend's face, thinking that if anyone in the entire world would believe her right now, it was Marianne. So, Lena took a deep breath, and told her everything: About taking the contest and making her wish, about how she had fallen pregnant without warning, how she had given birth twice already, about how she had discovered that she was giving birth to her own replacement bodies, and how she had found the help line for the contest, and how the woman over the phone had confirmed what Lena had suspected. Marianne listened to her friend intently, and when Lena finished, she was relieved that Marianne had not laughed at her or told her she was insane. "Unbelievable," Marianne gasped. "So, it's a curse, and it can't be undone??" Lena nodded somberly. "Mari, you gotta help me... I don't know what to do." Marianne hugged her friend, comforting her. "Of course, Lena, there must be something that we can do," she said, smiling. "We'll figure it out together!!" "I'll help you look deeper online, and I can discreetly make some inquiries with some friends who might be able to help." "We'll figure something out, I promise." Lena looked at Marianne, feeling the first bit of joy and hopefulness she had felt since this crazy situation had begun. It was a long shot, yes, but at this point, she needed any silver of hope that she could get. Lena sighed happily and let out a laugh, embracing her friend as much as she could, before a painful weight hit her hips.

Lena cried out in pain, nearly falling to the ground, if not for Marianne catching her. "Aagghh, it's coming!! Mari, it's coming!!" Lena cried, feeling the pressure in her lower abdomen. "Oh God, Lena, we've gotta get you to a hospital," Marianne responded, pulling out her phone to call an ambulance. Panting, Lena stopped her, grabbing Marianne's hand. "No.... no hospital!" Lena breathed. When Marianne stared into her face shocked, Lena shook her head. "How... will I... explain.... this?" "Too.... many.... questions..." Lena squealed as the pain worsened, and Marianne dropped her phone back into her purse. "Ok, back home then," she said. "Back home where it's more comfortable and private..." "There's.... no....time..." Lena said breathlessly. "It's... starting... to PUUUAAAAA!!" Lena let out a yell of agony as another contraction forced the baby painfully through her pelvis. "OOOHHH!! MARI, HELP ME, IT HURTS!!" Without another word, Marianne grabbed onto Lena and helped her over to a nearby park bench, thankful that this section of the park was currently deserted. As Lena moaned and cried, Marianne helped her onto the bench, taking off her bottoms, and positioning one of her legs to hang across the back of the bench, so that Lena was lying across it with her legs open. Lena screamed as she felt the burning and pressure in her vagina. "MARI, IT'S THERE! THE HEAD'S THERE!! IT BURNS!! OOOOWWWWW!!" Lena screamed as her pussy began to stretch around the head. Marianne moved in between Lena's legs, seeing the tip of the baby's head lodged in her small vagina. "Lena, honey, you're doing great!" Marianne coached. "Don't worry, I'll catch the baby when it comes out!" "It'll all be over soon!" "When you feel you need to, push!!" Lena screamed as the head emerged slowly, opening her wider and wider. "AAGGHH, IT HURTS!!" Lena yelled. "OH, PLEASE GET IT OUT!! MARI, PLEASE!!" As Lena begged and cried, Marianne rubbed her legs softly, watching as the head inched out. After another minute, the head fully emerged with a pop and a gush of fluids, causing Lena to gasp loudly. Marianne laughed and nodded in relief, looking into her friend's eyes. "One more push, Lena!!" She told her. "Just one more!"

45 minutes later, Marianne drove into the driveway of Lena's house, with Lena herself in the passenger seat, holding the baby girl that she had just given birth to in the park, weak and exhausted. Marianne got out of her car and then helped Lena slowly to her feet and guided her into her house. Lena lowered herself into her nearby armchair as Marianne took the baby from her and placed it onto the sofa. "That was intense, Lena," Marianne said to her. Lena nodded weakly at her friend and smiled softly at her. "Thank you for being there," Lena said quietly. "Is it always like that??" Marianne asked. Lena sat in quiet contemplation for a moment before saying hoarsely, "No, it seemed worse that time!" Lena stared at the baby lying over on the sofa, moving around timidly, lost in thought. Why did it seem like each time she gave birth, it felt worse?? Was it just her, or was it somehow because these bodies were technically giving birth after being a week old?? Lena watched as the baby continued to squirm silently. She did not think this baby was any bigger than the last two, so she did not understand. Would the next one be even worse? Lena noticed Marianne watching her, and gave her another weak smile, trying to assure her wordlessly that she was ok. "So, what happens now??" Marianne asked, looking around the room. Lena sighed and shook her head. "I don't know," she responded. "Everything that happens next just happens." "I fall asleep, and when I wake up, I'm somehow inside the baby's body, which is instantly the same age as when I fell asleep!" "I don't know why or how..." Marianne stared into her friend's face, clearly astonished. "So, wonder what would happen if someone was watching when you fell asleep?" She inquired. Lena just shook her head, too exhausted to think, though in a part of her mind, she wondered this too. "Lena, I'm gonna spend the night here," Marianne told her. "Maybe we can find out, and besides, I think you need me." "You shouldn't be alone during all this." Lena looked up into her friend's face, and simply nodded. "Okay," Marianne placed a hand on Lena's shoulder and squeezed it softly. "Alright, you rest for a while," she said comfortingly. "I'm just gonna run back to my place and pack a few things, ok??" Lena nodded and watched as Marianne walked back out the door. Lena was weary, and also hungry, so she eased out of her chair and made her way to her kitchen, finding a few cookies to munch on. Afterward, she went to her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, letting out an exhausted sigh. She only wanted to rest, like Marianne told her to do, but within minutes, she was fast asleep.

Lena was jerked awake by a loud scream, and she rolled off the couch and onto the floor, disoriented. She got to her feet and ran into the bedroom, where she saw Marianne staring at a human skeleton wearing the clothes Lena had worn to the park earlier. Marianne was trembling with shock, and yelped again when she turned and saw Lena standing naked behind her. "Lena, it... it's TRUE!!" Marianne blurted out. "I believed you, of course, but seeing it for myself..." Lena placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I know, Mari," Lena said. "I've been living it the past few weeks." After Lena had quickly thrown on some clothes, the two of them returned to the living room, where Marianne collapsed onto the couch Lena had awoken from minutes earlier. "Packing took longer than I thought," Marianna explained. "When I came back in, I saw you asleep on the couch, and I didn't think anything about it, so I thought you put the baby in the bedroom, and I decided to go in there, and that's when I saw..." She trailed off, looking shaken, and buried her face in her hands. Lena sat next to her and put her arms around her comfortingly. "It was me, but not anymore," Lena whispered. "I'm right here now, and I'm ok!" Marianne looked into her eyes. "Until the next time you give birth all over again, right?" She asked. Lena nodded, and her face fell. "Yeah, in about a week, I'll be doing it again," she responded. "I'm cursed!!" Marianne seemed to have calmed down, and she looked at Lena, seeming to examine her entire body. "I'm not taking away how difficult this situation is for you, Lena," she began, "But, if you look at this another way, you could call it a gift too." "I mean, you never die, and you're good as new each week..." Marianne faltered under the shocked and scathing look her friend was giving her. "Sorry, I know you didn't want this," she said. "Like I said in the park, I'll help you find a solution any way I can!"

As the day passed, the two of them talked, with Marianne asking question after question about Lena's predicament, clearly fascinated and curious about it. Lena explained as best she could, and the conversation even continued when the two of them realized they were starving, and Lena decided to cook something for the two of them. It was later in the evening, while the two of them ate spaghetti Lena had cooked up, when Marianne had proposed staying with Lena on a longer term basis. After thinking about it, and listening to Marianne explain how she should no longer be alone during all this, Lena agreed, and the two of them took a trip to Marianne's apartment, to pack up more long term items for her, including her laptop, which would be essential for Marianne to help research Lena's situation.

A few days later, the two of them had established a routine, with Marianne still going to work during the day, leaving Lena to do her own work, chores, research, and more importantly, rest for what was to come. Lena had already begun showing again, as predicted, and the two girls had agreed that they would continue to keep this entire situation secret from anyone else. As such, Lena once again rarely left the house, lest she run into anyone and be forced into answering awkward questions.  Lena had also flat out refused Marianne's suggestion that she go to a hospital the next time she was due to deliver, for the same reason.  She did not want to imagine what would happen if she transitioned into the new body while inside a hospital room.  Lena knew this would once again mean she would be giving birth at home, with Marianne as her midwife, and though she hated to put her friend through that again, it was necessary.  Lena therefore was very patient and accomadating when Marianne began to comment on her rapid pregnancy, insisted in touching her bump, and started making preparations.  After all, Lena thought, having someone make plans in advance, as well as just having someone with her, might be helpful.

Marianne had certainly done her research into birth.  Close to the end of the week, with Lena's belly large and protruding out, Marianne had transformed Lena's bedroom into a personal home birthing suite, complete with a birthing ball and even a small tub.  Marianne also insisted that Lena do nothing but rest as the time for her labor grew closer.  Lena appreciated all of the effort her friend was putting in for her, and was thankful that she had ultimately shared her secret with Marianne.  For the first time since this situation had begun, Lena found herself not so depressed, for Marianne seemed to be able to do anything she set her mind to, and that gave Lena hope that perhaps together, they could even find a way to get her out of this mess.

A day after Marianne had finished transforming Lena's room, Lena lay in bed, on her side, moaning loudly, as pain and pressure had started up inside her as she had slept.  She rubbed her huge belly as she cried loudly, which brought Marianne running into the room.  "It's started??" Marianne asked, coming over to the bed.  Lena nodded, her eyes shut.  "It hurts, Mari, oh God, it hurts!" She whined.  The contractions wracked her body, growing in intensity, and Marianne gently tried to help Lena up.  "Here, Lena, get on the birthing ball, it'll help," Marianne said gently, helping her friend waddle over to it.  As Lena sat and began rocking on the ball, she admitted inwardly that it did seem to help.  She rocked silently, her eyes closed, changing her rocking pattern with every movement.  Focusing on trying to change this every time helped to take Lena's mind off the pain.  Marianne stayed with her, massaging her back, holding her hand, and whispering consoling words to her.  Eventually, however, the pain became too much, and Lena screamed out! "I HAVE TO PUSH!!" she yelled, and cried as the weight of the baby pressed on her hips.  Marianne had, in advance, filled the tub in the room with warm water, and she now helped Lena slowly into this water, hoping that would ease the pain.  Lena sighed as she felt the water warm her entire body.  She still felt pain and pressure, but it was not as bad.  "Thanks, Mari," she breathed to her friend.  Marianne only shook her head, and then Lena said, "For everything!!"  Marianne was about to respond, telling Lena there was no other place she would rather be, when Lena let out a moan and thrashed around in the water.  "I FEEL IT COMING!!" Lena screeched.  "Push, Lena!!" Marianne coached.  Lena pushed and pushed, gripping the edges of the tub tightly.  Marianne rubbed Lena's legs while simultaneously holding them open.  "I already see the head, Lena," Marianne cried happily.  "You're doing great!!"  "Uuuuggghhhh," Lena groaned as she gave another push.  With the head hanging halfway out of her vagina, Lena threw her head back against the head of the tub, panting.  "I don't know how much longer I can do this," she breathed.  "You've got this, Lena," Marianne reassured her.  "Just a bit more!!"  Lena felt another contraction and began to push, then screamed and thrashed as the burning hit her vagina full force.  "AAAAHHH, IT'S CROWNING!!" Lena yelled, as Marianne tried to calm her down.  After another minute of Lena's screams echoing through the room, there was a loud splash as the baby emerged from her into the water.  As Lena collapsed in relief, Marianne lifted the baby out and placed her on the bed.  "You did it, Lena," Marianne cried happily.

Marianne had helped Lena to the bed and moved the baby to another bed on the other side of the room.  Lena fell asleep almost immediately, tired from giving birth, and Marianne was determined to watch everything until Lena woke up.  A few hours passed, with Marianne watching both her friend and the baby, and then suddenly, as she blinked, the baby was instantly a full grown Lena, with no signs of change.  For a moment, there were two sleeping Lenas in the room with her and then the one in Lena's original bed stopped breathing.  As Marianne continued to watch, an hour later, in another blink of an eye, the first Lena became a skeleton, still wearing the clothes she was wearing when she fell asleep, as the new naked Lena stirred.  Marianne was at a loss for words as her friend got up from the new bed and searched for something to wear.  When she finally found her voice again, Marianne said with an uncomfortable laugh, "Well, I guess we can keep all this stuff here, since we know you'll be needing it again in a week!"

It was two days later, the girls having gotten back to their routine, when Marianne had finally found something.  She had sent Lena's e-mail to a buddy of hers, and he had traced the location of its sender.  He sent this location information back to Marianne, along with assurances that he did not read the e-mail, nor did he want to know what was going on.  Marianne shared this information with Lena, who felt herself tremble with excitement.  "That's only several hours away from here by car," Lena exclaimed excitedly.  "I know," Marianne said.  "We can go and meet with whoever is in charge of that contest and convince him to lift the curse."  Lena's heart sank a little.  "But, that woman on the phone said the curse couldn't be reversed," Lena stated.  Marianne shook her head, still smiling.  "She probably told you that because it would be an inconvenience to do it," she responded.  "If he or she is face to face with you, we can force them to lift it, somehow."  "Don't worry!"  "Soon, it's all gonna work out fine, I just know it!"  As Lena throught to herself, wondering if she dared to get her hopes up, Marianne checked her watch.  "I have a busy workday today, but I'm off tomorrow," she said.  "We can go then!"

The next day, the two of them woke up early, had a quick breakfast, and then got in Marianne's car, to begin their five hour drive to the location in Marianne's information.  Lena already had a small bump again, which had motivated the girls to start their trip as quickly as possible.  As Marianne drove, Lena sat in the passenger seat, absentmindedly rubbing her little belly as the two of them discussed what they would say to whoever they were about to meet.  Eventually, since they had very little information to go on, the girls exhausted this subject and began discussing other things, like what their future plans were.  Lena, hopeful that this curse would be gone soon, wished to pursue a career in writing.  Perhaps she would turn this experience into a story of some sort.  Marianne, meanwhile, did not seem  to have any future plans, having always mostly lived in the moment and had never really thought about it.  Eventually, after five hours, they stopped in front of what looked to be an old house, and Marianne confirmed from her notes that this was the location.

The two girls entered the house, finding the door unlocked.  They found themselves in a large open living room, with a few chairs placed around and a fireplace against the wall.  Sitting on top of the fireplace were several lit candles.  As the two girls looked around the room, they noticed that the place was lit only by various candles dotted around the room.  A grandfather clock stood in a corner, ticking softly, and a circle was drawn in the center of the room.  "Woah, what is this..." Marianne exclaimed, before a young dark haired man dressed in a dark cloak entered the room from a doorway in the opposite wall.  He looked at the girls, then said calmly, "You are Lena, one of my contest winners!"  "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME??" Lena  blurted out angrily.  "I didn't think you contest was real!"  "I granted your wish, Miss Lena," the man responded.  "It is quite real, and your wish was to live forever!"  "But, why did you make it happen like this??" Lena yelled, as she motioned to her small pregnant bump.  The man sighed.  "Because, it was the only way," he responded.  "I am a sorcerer, but my magic is limited."  "It can't extend life, but it can create a new one, for the act of conceiving is a process that already exists!"  "A bit of cloning magic, as well as soul transference, and life acceleration..."  "TAKE IT AWAY," Lena yelled.  "I don't want this wish anymore!!"  "Reverse the spell or curse or whatever you did!"  The sorcerer shook his head sadly.  "I'm sorry, there is no reverse spell or any way to stop or cancel my magic once applied."  "What I have given you is yours forever."  Lena gaped at the sorcerer, feeling as though her insides were falling.  She had hoped there was a way to undo this curse, but now, it seemed, there was not.  "I can't go on like this," Lena pleaded.  "Please, there must be something you can do!"  The sorceror shook his head apologetically, but Marianne spoke up.  "I have an idea," she said, and the other two looked at her.  "You said the spell could not be undone, but can it be moved or transferred??" The sorcerer stared at her.  "Yes, it can be, but I don't understand..."  "Then, give it to me instead," Marianne said, before looking at Lena and smiling slightly, as Lena gaped at her.  "Mari, what??" She said breathlessly.  "It's ok," Marianne answered.  "Remember when I said this could be a gift instead of a curse if you thought about it differently??"  "Well, I have thought about it, and for me, it would be a gift!"  She turned to the sorcerer.  "Can you do it??"  "I can," he reponded, nodding.  "Mari, I can't let you do this," Lena said to her friend.  "Lena, please, I want this," Marianne said.  "I found what was happening to you fascinating and amazing, even a dream come true."  "You don't want it, but I do, so we both win!"  "But, the birth... the pain..." Lena said, staring at Marianne in disbelief.  "I'm not worried about that, Marianne said happily.  "It's actually an experience I would treasure each time."  "Please, Lena, let me do this for you, and for me, ok??"  Lena sighed, and a tear ran down her cheek as a feeling of great relief flowed through her body.  "Ok, Mari," she said.  "Thank you!"

The sorcerer led the two girls down into a large basement room, with what looked like a large round pool in the center of it, filled with what looked like water.  He instructed the two of them to take off all their clothes and then both submerge themselves completely for 20 seconds, as he performed a ritual.  The girls did as they were asked and the two of them slowly walked down into the pool until they were both fully underwater.  After counting to twenty, Lena emerged from the pool and a splash, the sound of dripping water, and someone trying to catch their breath told her that Marianne had come out as well.  Looking over herself, Lena saw that the small baby bump was gone, her body back to its small petite form.  She looked over to see that Marianne now had a small bump, which she was clutching in one hand as she spluttered the water out of her mouth.  "Mari, look," Lena exclaimed, pointing at Marianne's belly.  "It worked!!"  "You're..."  "I'm pregnant!" Marianne said, happily, looking over herself and rubbing her belly.  "It is done," the sorcerer stated.  "The spell has been transferred."

As they drove back to Lena's house, the two girls talked happily, both having gotten what they wanted!  Lena was free, and never had to worry about giving birth again, short of actually having kids of her own someday.  Marianne, meanwhile, had taken the curse, or gift as she called it.  As Marianne giggled, driving happily, Lena stared at her.  "Mari, I'll never forget what you did for me," she said to her friend.  "Thank you so much!"  Marianne laughed.  "I should be thanking you, Lena," she responded, rubbing her belly.  "You've given me something special, and I can't wait to experience it."  Lena smiled.  "I was thinking," she began, "It might be good for you to have someone around that is experienced in this situation."  "Since your stuff is already at my house, and you'll need it soon, why don't you continue to hang around my place?"  "I can help you when it's time, and I enjoy your company!"  Lena patted her friend's belly, inwardly thinking that she'd be much happier delivering a baby every week than actually being the one giving birth.  Marianne smiled at her.  "You know what," she said.  "I think that's an excellent idea!"  "Let's start our new lives, together!!"

End!!