The silence of the night was my enemy. I breathed slowly as darkness crept into my eyes and lulled me to sleep. The dark winter nights sent a chill down my spine. It was 12.30 am and 3 degrees, and I remained wide awake, waiting for it to appear.

 

It started early autumn, when the attackers would send one of their trained soldiers to spread nuisance among the residents.  It was a suicide mission. But it was what they were born to do. They had no other choice. They are born in the dirty slums, brought up and trained to preach evil and death among the ones who live in peace. Suddenly I heard a movement. I spotted him from the corner of my eyes. I took my position and prepared for attack. I did not make any sudden movements, for it will only discourage him from coming to my reach. So I camouflaged myself under the dark grey sheets. My breathing became fast and heavy with every passing second and my heartbeat played like a wild rhythm. The enemy appeared stronger than the one that appeared last night. Maybe he was the leader of the pack. I could not see his face but I knew he was here to suck my blood dry. I remained calm as I watched him stop. He seemed like he was analyzing the area he was in. I knew the moment has come for me to put my plans into action and I picked up my weapon. Unfortunately he got away the moment I slammed my weapon on my study table.

 

‘I should have bought a damn mosquito net’, I said to myself.

 

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Hey Guys! I am Anjali. A 23-year-old law student with a passion for writing. Really introvert in nature but with a pen in my hand, I'd be anything I would want to be. A bit nerdy but Bengali by heart and I love traveling (who doesn't?). I am a foodie, a book lover and a binge watcher. For collaborations and getting in touch with me e-mail me at: [email protected]

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