I thought he had spared me and let me go. I assumed
he had left. I shut my eyes as I let myself sink into my chair. But then, I
felt a gush of chilled shock on me. He splashed a glass of icy chilled water on
my face and slapped me until I opened my eyes. Giving me a minute of rest, he
then tore open a packet of my drug, powdered sugar, on my face. “This is what
you need to stay awake, huh?” he said as he forcefully opened my mouth and
sprinkled it in. I didn’t want to consume it. Passing out craving for it was better
than giving in for it and staying up to bear torture.
The powder went into my nose and entered my mouth. I
choked. The sugar gave a kick to my body, but made me feel even dizzier. My
body didn’t understand what was happening with it. My brain froze, and I was
lost. He stepped back and pulled out another small cylindrical container. It
looked like my sugar. He put his fingers inside and pulled out a pinch of that
wondered what he was up to next. He started sprinkling it on the slits on my
arm, on my wounds. It burnt like I was on fire. It was salt. I cried out for
help, but there was no one who could help me. I moved vigorously but it was all
in vain. The more I moved, the more he seasoned my scars with salt.
With her mind roving over the hazes, born in the
booming city of Mumbai, Khushboo Kar penned down her first novel at the age of
Growing up facing peer problems in her pre-teens,
she wanted a world where characters would act the way she wanted them to. Khushboo
is dramatic in expressions and poetic in grace. She knows how to touch hearts
through her emotional depth of thoughts and thriller forte. The twists of her
plots are as twisted, knotted and tousled as her messy hair could be. She is an
author of suspense and passionate romance genres.
Apart from her avid love for writing, she is a great
orator and has extraordinary acting skills.