To mere ghar waalo ne kaha ki pratiksha hamare ghar par hi ruk jaao, lekin wo nahi maan rahi thi , tab meri behan ne bhi usse rukne ki zid ki tab wo h...mare ghar par rukne k liye raazi ho gayi. Mere man me to jaise laddu fut rahe the.Main to waise hi koi mauka chahta tha ki main use chod saku. Hamara ghar do floor ka hai aur meri behan aur mera kamra sabse pass me sabse upar waale floor par hai. Raat k karib 12:30 baje the. Sab ghar waale so gaye the, lekin mujhe neend nahi aa rahi thiAur behan. But did not get the chance. Once we went to a lonely place in our college just to chat for a while. There we found a room which was under construction. He couldn’t control and started smooching me. After 15mins I found his hand on my boobs. He was kneading my boobs like anything and was biting my lips. After around another 15 mins he started grinding his groin into my pussy. I was shocked and stood still. He put his hands under my chudi dhar top and started feeling my tummy. My pussy was. Lipstick on the mirror. ‘But when you turn to look, I am no longer there.’ What the bloody blue blazes? Staring wildly, I knew I had checked the damn thing before my shower. Moving close to the sink, I carefully reached out one hand out to the touch the writing. Lipstick smeared on my fingertips and I gazed in wonder at it. My sight traveled back up to the mirror and before my disbelieving eyes, the message began to fade until there was nothing left. Not a trace. Nothing but my own face looking. She had no words to offer the scene her eyes took in. The seer Evelin had had words, and those spun around in Zoa’s head. Blood all over. Smelly sticky blood. Tears were running from Zoa’s eyes, and she wasn’t the only one. Most of her fellow couriers were weeping. Most of them had emptied their stomachs too. Zoa hadn’t. Apart from her tears she kept it all inside. A whole caravan. Seven families. They were all dead. Every single one. Some of them were missing limbs. Several had been.