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Blowing air out of my mouth in annoyance, I stared back at the ceiling. Soon I will be on a plane back home, but I don't know what the future holds for me there. I was not successful in making my past Satan free, but I'll try my best to do it for my future.

I will do my best within my powers to make everything go in the direction I want. With new determination and a hard mindset, I stood up from my bed. "First, I need to feed myself to maintain this new determination and mindset," I said to encourage myself and headed into my kitchen to make dinner for me as my stomach was screaming to feed it. I looked out of the glass door of my balcony, it was almost evening. Dark clouds were gathered together in the pale blue sky.

It's a bit early for the sky to be this dark.

I didn't even realise how time went by while I was packing. I'm tired because of packing and my snake dance, but I need to cook something for myself before leaving for the airport. I don't want to order something from outside as I don't like to eat takeout as often. So, I prefer cooking because I love it. Taking out the ingredients for simple chicken soup and rice, I started making it. After an hour, I was done with my cooking. Placing my plate on the dining table, I looked at the clock. There is still lots of time left for my flight as I have a late-night flight. I need to eat and clean and then head to the airport to catch my flight.

As soon as I reach there, I can convince dad to be on my side.

It's not going to be easy, but I have to try my best because I know how hard-headed my dad is. "I can do it," I said with full determination, clenching my left hand's fist and with my right hand, lifting a spoon and taking a big bite of rice to keep the fire burning inside me. I'm trying my best to motivate myself to achieve my goal. Chanting I can do it after every bite, I finished my food and then I cleaned the utensils I used.

I should take a shower and get ready to head to the airport.

I thought while I was placing all the clean utensils back on the shelf and at the same time, I heard my phone ring tone. It must be a dad calling me to know if I left for the airport. Placing the glass back on the shelf, I went back to my room to receive the call. But it was not dad's number, but some unknown.

Whose number is it?

With that question, I took the call. "Hello," I said in my confused voice.

"Am I speaking to Miss Nina Rogers?", the female voice from the other side asked me.

"Yes, you are," I said in the same voice.

"I'm calling from A Airlines to let you know that your flight to New York has been cancelled because of bad weather", she said in her calm voice.

"What! I want to reach New York by tomorrow morning," I said in my shocked voice.

"Sorry ma'am for the inconvenience," she said in her apologetic voice.

"No need to apologise, it's not your fault that the weather is bad. So, when can I catch a flight as soon as the weather gets clear?", I asked her in a hopeful voice.

"Sorry ma'am, but all the flights are cancelled for the next three days as a storm is going to be there," she again replied in her apologetic voice.

"Shit," I said in my frustrating voice.

My deadline will end and I won't be able to do anything.

"Ma'am, I will let you know as soon as the first flight is scheduled for New York after three days," she said in her assured voice.

"Ok. Thank you for your help", saying that in my low voice, I cut the call.

"Why God why are you always on his side?", I yelled in annoyance, throwing my phone on the bed. The new fire and determination I ignited in myself were puffed out as a whole bucket of cold water was thrown on it. I need to blow some steam out to calm myself. I changed into my gym clothes and, taking my gym bag, I headed to the gym which was in the same building. It's good to have a gym in the building where you live. It's good that I don't need to go out in the storm to the gym. Probably, I would have gone for a run in the park if the storm was not jogging in my place. Riding a lift, I went to the fifth floor where the gym is. It's a very big gym as it has all kinds of combat sports in it. First, I was not happy when dad told me I was going to live in such a fancy building because the company was providing it for me but when I saw the gym my thoughts changed.

There weren't many people in the gym. Strange, because the gym is mostly crowded with people because it has so many mixed martial arts classes here. I took a deep breath as I entered the gym. The smell of leather punching bags, gloves, and hard-working body sweat mixed in the cool air entered my nostrils. It immensely boosted my energy, making me feel calm and capable of channelling my anger and disappointment into the fire which helps me to control and mould myself into a better and positive person.

Adjusting my bag on my shoulder while breathing air out, I headed in the direction of the locker room with a new fierceness. Taking out a bottle of water and then stripped out of my hoodie underneath which I was wearing a sports bra and short spandex. I slipped my boxing gloves on my hands, not before keeping all my belongings in the locker and headed to the boxing area. Of all the combat sports I know, kickboxing is my favourite as it helps me to focus on my goal and come out with the best plan to tackle it. It has helped me to overcome my short temperateness.

Blowing air out of my mouth, I took a position in front of the punching bag. Little jumping in the same place to warm up my body and moving my head and shoulders to make them ready to box with the punching bag. Taking my position, I started to box with full focus. Soon droplets of sweat started forming on my face and arms. I shivered when the cool air of the air conditioner touched my sweating skin. Ignoring it, I kept tackling the red punching bag which was coming back at me from the force of my punch and kicks. I was boxing with all my power, channelling my anger into my focus on the red punching bag.

I started hearing loud cheering voices coming out of the room beside me making my focus shift to loud cheers. Stopping the punching bag which was coming back at me, I headed in the direction of the voices to the room beside me with a scowl on my face. From the door, I saw lots of people gathered near the fighting mat. With curiosity, I stepped into the room and a match was going on there. Now I know where all the people were. Today is a fighting day where all the athletes and best fighters participate from the gym. I have participated in and won the last three matches held in kickboxing. All the people were cheering for the fighters. I moved more near the crowd to look at the fighters and looking at it suddenly, I saw a flash from my past. On that day, people were cheering like this too. Suddenly, my heart started beating fast and I started feeling suffocated in this room.

"Look, Nina is here", one of the members of the gym yelled, making everyone look in my direction.

"Nina, are you going to participate today?", our organiser asked me. I was about to refuse, but everyone started cheering for me and I couldn't refuse.

"Let's do it," I said to myself and soon I found myself standing in front of my opponent. The matches held in this gym were like the underground matches where fighting was not done based on gender. Your opponent will be anyone who challenges you. I stood in the ring and my opponent was a male. He was in his black tight shirt clenching to his build-up muscles like a second skin and shorts that were showing his calves which were strong while his face was covered to hide his identity. From his posture, I knew he was highly trained. Many people here tried to stay low, so they hid their identity while fighting. I couldn't see his facial features because of his disguise and due to the dim yellow lights that were above us. I took my position and him his.

"Opponent A and B ready", I nodded and he nodded too.

Bell rings signalling to start a fight. I moved and attacked him, but he moved and defended himself. I have seen this defence skill before too. I moved further to high kick him on his side to break his defensive posture. He stumbled but was back with the same posture. He attacked me and I moved to block him. Like this, we both had so many points and with each attack, my suspicion became strong. I knew this move to my core and it boiled my blood more. I knew it was him and by my rage, he knew that I knew who he was. Attacking him, I moved further to snatch his mask, but he moved fast, not letting me do it.

He is playing a game with me.

He broke our deal by standing in front of me. Now, whatever game he is playing with me I won't stand. I won't accept his breaking deal consequences alone, he will face too. Time to end this fight. Yelling that in my mind, I moved further to lock and trap him and I was successful in locking, but he moved further and pinned me to the floor with my chest and my hand back with him on my back. A familiar scent filled my nose and it was confirmed. Everyone cheered loudly declaring his victory. I was burning in anger. I moved from his hold to counter-attack him, but this time he pinned me by all his force with him on my top, and the next thing I knew his lips were on my neck. His teeth bit my skin, making me go still.

He cheated again. How the hell did he take out his mask so fast?

I moved my elbow and buried it inside of his rib, making him hiss on my skin in sudden pain.

How can I let him go like that after touching me with his lips!

I thought he would let me go because of my sudden attack, but the next thing he did made my blood rush to my head. He bloody licked my bitten skin, making a shiver pass to all my rush nerves. His actions made me go still. No one could see what he was doing to me. The next thing I knew, the crowd cheered loudly declaring my defeat and the weight of his body was lifted from me. Not before him moving his finger on my neck on his bite mark made me take a shaky breath. The referee declared his win. I breathed deep and stood up in anger so I could break his teeth, but he was nowhere in my sight to be found.

Where the hell does he goes out so fast?

I stepped down from the ring and ran in the direction of the exit of the room, but I couldn't see his cheating cowardly figure. The crowd was still cheering for him, making my blood boil more. It was making me remember more about that day.

"Damn him'', I curse when I see a bright red spot on my neck in my reflection of the glass of the exit door. Taking my steps back with a deep breath and anger, I walked back to the previous room and now I was standing in front of a punching bag, taking out the unfairness of that day and today. I kept on continuously boxing with the punching bag, till my muscles started feeling worked. His smirking face flashed in front of my eyes, making me angry. With a last powerful blow, I stopped my boxing while taking out my gloves and throwing them on the floor. I grabbed my water bottle to drink cool liquid which may be successful in extinguishing a fire burning inside me. It was not working, so I drank more water while taking a deep breath and put some on my head. My muscles screamed for rest, keeping the bottle beside my gloves. I laid down on the floor while staring at the ceiling, still breathing heavily. A loud cheering voice was still echoing in my ears, making me think about that day unwillingly.

The day when our Hate War started.

As a kid, I was a little short-tempered and it started to get in my way when I reached my early teens. I was not able to control my anger sometimes. Maybe, this was happening to me because I lost my loved one at a very young age. The pain of losing someone dear to me was affecting me very badly. I started making distance with people because I knew making a relationship with anyone hurts you the most when that is taken away from you in the blink of seconds for which you have worked so hard.

Dad was observing changes in me and I knew he was not happy seeing the changes in me. One day, he took me to combat classes. Ten years old me standing with my dad in front of a big banner where all kinds of combat sports names were written in bold. I was staring at different names with curiosity and fascination. "Dad, what are we doing here?", I asked him while staring in fascination at the name which was written in bold.

"Choose Nina, which sports you want to learn," he asked me with a big smile while gesturing at a banner with his head.

"What! Really?", I asked with a happy smile. I always wanted to learn how to fight. He nodded with a smile. I have already decided what I want to learn. "I wanna learn kickboxing," I said with happy eyes.

"Good choice," he said while taking my hand and moving to the reception. The next day, I was going to start my first kickboxing class. Dad bought all the gear I needed for the class. The next day, I was standing in front of my class dressed in my kickboxing clothes.

"Dad, how do I look?", I asked in the happiness of wearing my kickboxing clothes. I was so excited about my first class. He was standing with his camera giving me his happy smile and clicking my picture.

"You are looking awesome," he said while bending to my level. Taking my hairband, he tied my long brown hair in a bun and then put headgear on my head, securing it properly "But safety comes first," he said while doing it with a small smile. I smiled back at him. "Kitten, listen to me carefully," he said while re-fixing the straps of my gloves a little tight on my wrist. I nodded at him to continue with a smile "I know it is very hard for you but I want you to control your anger. I don't want your short temperedness to ruin your future. I want you to channel all your anger into positive energy and make yourself a better person. I want you to learn kickboxing as a hobby and not as the source of taking out your anger on someone. I don't expect you to be my perfect kid, but I want you to be my happy kid. Seeing you getting hurt hurts daddy too because daddy has only you left in this big world. You are the only sun and moon of my life for whom I live every day. So, I want you to learn in this class how to protect yourself and focus on the things which matter because the past is what we can't change but the future is in our hands and I want you to shine so brightly in the future like the sun. So, will you do this for daddy?", he asked with a small pained smile.

He was in pain too.

I could see in his eyes why he wouldn't be in pain as he too lost his loved one. We had only each other in our lives and he was acting all brave by hiding his pain from me in his crying heart. With warm tears falling from my eyes, I said "Yes”, in my crying voice and embraced him. He hugged me tightly too.

That day I knew I didn't need anyone else in my life as long as dad stood beside me with his warm and encouraging smile. From that day, I started improving because I was not only trying for myself but for my dad too and as a result, I was not that short-tempered kid anymore, but dad's happy kid.

Soon I started to learn different combat sports too which got me interested in them. But I didn't know soon my peace of mind was going to get disturbed. He was there in the same class as me. Looking at him made me remember the unwanted memory which I buried deep in my heart. I knew him for a long time as he was my mom's best friend's son.

In the starting years, I ignored him, but now when I was in my mid-teens and him in his late teens he was getting on my nerves so much. I knew him for a long time and I knew getting involved with him would get me in trouble. He was bad news for me. He was already creating trouble for me in high school, but I was happy that I didn't have to see his face there, as he passed it last year but I was wrong to think like that.

From the day he saw me with Ryan in the café, he was getting more on my nerves. I full-fledged ignored him for the whole month, but that day luck was not on my side.

The day when our Hate War officially started…

Edited by Jahnavi_6
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