Scene 1

“Come on hurry up, cut her hair quickly before someone comes into the washroom and reports it to the warden. Hurry up,” a girl said and looked toward the washroom gate.

The second girl, who had scissors in her hands, looked at her and said calmly, “No one will come, and no news will go out from here.

Because I’ve already placed a girl outside as a guard. So don’t worry and just keep an eye on her,” the scissors-holding girl said with a cruel smile. She rubbed the blades of the scissors together with a cold and ruthless intention, creating a scary “kich-kich” sound.

Then she looked at the girl who was half-leaned against the sink. Her face was tightly pressed against it. The first girl came forward and gently stroked her hair and said, “It hurts, doesn’t it? You want to say something, right? You want to complain about us. But who will you complain to? Your mother, who is now my mom? Or your father, who was never really yours?”

Saying this, she ran the scissors through her hair, and at the same moment a tear dropped from the girl’s eyes.

Slowly her cut hair started falling on the ground. In her ears, only her grandfather’s words kept echoing.

“Your hair is just like your grandmother’s. You know, your grandmother loved long hair very much.”

That girl was now sitting at the edge of the sink, her knees folded and her head down. She was just staring at her cut hair. Her eyes were completely empty—no emotions at all. Just blankness.

And again and again the same words kept echoing in her mind:

“Your mother, who is now my mom? Or your father, who was never really yours.”

Scene 2

The same girl was standing near the stairs, but this time everything was different. There was fire in her eyes. In her hand she was holding a sharp piece of glass tightly in her fist, because of which blood was flowing from her hand.

The whole hostel was looking at her with wide eyes—and fear was also there.

Because this girl was the most silent one, who never used to speak to anyone. But today her silence was broken. And it is said when a silent person breaks, they bring a storm with them. The same was happening with her.

In one of the hostel rooms,

“What will she even do? What is her worth anyway?” “Exactly, she is not even worthy of the dust under our feet.”

They kept talking like this and mocking her.

She was standing near the stairs, about to go to her room, when she overheard their words. For a few seconds she stared at the door with cold eyes, then shook her head and started walking.

But she was playing with a lighter in her hand, which was producing a strange scary sound that could give anyone goosebumps.

While walking, she kept playing with the lighter, due to which fire kept appearing on her hand again and again. She placed that fire onto a dried plant kept in a pot.

Because of that, the plant caught fire.

And that girl kept walking without caring, with a cold smile on her lips.

Now the fire spread around the room and everything turned smoky. Chaos started everywhere. Everyone was running to save themselves. The warden’s whistle and shouting got lost in the noise.

The hostel corridor, which was filled with laughter a few moments ago, was now filled with screams and black smoke. Fire spread from that dry plant to curtains and wooden doors. Panic was everywhere.

But in that terrifying scene, the girl was standing near the wall. Her short cut hair was scattered because of smoke. In her hand, that sharp glass piece was still there, and blood was dripping onto the floor and drying because of the heat of fire.

There was no fear on her face, only a strange cold satisfaction. The screams coming from inside the burning room, from those same girls who once laughed at her helplessness, now sounded like music to her ears.

“Help! Someone open the door! Please save us!” the voices were becoming weaker and suffocating.

Scene 3

A room was on fire. In one corner, the same girl was standing and watching the fire. In her hand was her old lighter, from which a strange eerie sound was coming that could give anyone goosebumps.

She was just staring at the burning fire with her dark eyes. Flames were visible in her eyes.

Outside that hotel, a boy was sitting on his knees. Next to him another boy was sitting, trying to console him.

“Stop, stop Rudra… why are you so sad! It’s not like you didn’t try. You tried everything to save them. But as they say, death cannot be avoided. People cannot escape their karma and fate.”

But Rudra had no reaction. It looked like he was in some other world.

And the girl was standing right behind them. She had already come out. She could only see Rudra’s back, the Garuda tattoo on his wrist, and the Trishul on his neck. She said to herself:

“I hate bloody emotional people.”

She lit a cigarette, put it on her lips, and disappeared into the crowd.