My Indian GF caught me And.. She SUCKED my soul out..!!

Title: My Indian GF Caught Me &… She SUCKED My Soul Out!!

Amit stealthily crept into his bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him. He had been out for a raucous night with his buddies, and thequila shots were making the room spin. As he fumbled to unbutton his shirt, he noticed his girlfriend Priya sitting on the bed, her eyes blazing with fury.

“Where the hell have you been?” she shrieked, rising to her feet. “It’s 2 AM!”

Amit rubbed his throbbing temples. “Shhh, keep it down. I just needed some space to clear my head. We’ve been fighting too much lately.”

Priya scoffed, stomping toward him. “Space? I don’t need your bullshit excuses!” She lunged at his chest, shoving him back. “Get the fuck out of my face!”

Caught off guard, Amit stumbled backward and lost his balance, falling onto the bed. Priya yanked his arm, pulling him back up. She glared at him, her eyes smoldering. “You’re nothing but a lowlife lout. A drunken idiot who doesn’t care about his girlfriend.”

“My girlfriend? Ha!” she spat. “You think you can just stroll in here, completely shit-faced, and expect me to take you back?” Priya shook her head. “I’m done putting up with your crap, you good-for-nothing bum!”

As Priya’s tirade continued, Amit slipped deeper into his tequila-induced haze. Her face began to blur, and the room started to spin faster. His eyes felt heavy, eyelids drooping. The anger in Priya’s voice morphed into an indistinct droning, like a far-off pulp motor.

*sputter… splutter*

A sharp pain lanced through Amit’s chest, jolting him awake. He gasped for breath, choking on the bile rising in his throat. What the fuck was happening? His hands scrambled for something to cling to as the room spun out of control. A dense blackness clawed at the edges of his vision.

With a great shuddering wheeze, Amit drew a lungful of feted, rotten air. He was drowning in a sea of writhing darkness that dissolved his mind and body with each thoughtless breath. The stench of decay choked his nostrils as he continued to sink deeper into the mire.

A faint light pierced the gloom, growing brighter by the second. As it grew, it coalesced into a rolling wave that smashed into him with the force of a tsunami. Amit reeled backward, triggered by the sudden immersion in bracing, oxygen-rich air. Tasted salty.

“Bugger, he’s back!” a voice shouted. “Make sure he doesn’t wake up!”

Wait, what? Them? Amit struggled to piece together his sputtering mind. Had his friends showed up after he collapsed? Where the bloody hell was he? The last thing he remembered was walking home last night after a drunken escapade.

“Don’t worry, I’ve still got my hands on his soul,” Priya’s voice said, silkily. “He won’t be waking up anytime soon.”

Amit’s eyes sprang open, his heartbeat slugging a sledgehammer rhythm in his chest. He bolted upright, head vise-tight, consciousness frozen in place. Disorientation swirled around him like a rage storm; the only thing tangible was the smell of dank sweat and mold.

“You can’t do this!” Amit shouted. “Let me out of here, now!”

Priya’s laughter scorched through the sultry air, a gurgling sound like descending into a tomb. “You’re not going anywhere, Amit. You belong to me now.” Her voice grew louder, glowering in the darkness like a feral wildcat.

Amit lashed out blindly, his hands connecting with sticky flesh. He thrust with all his strength, howling with rage. A flurry of labored breaths echoed in the small space, accompanied by gurgling sounds.

A sharp pain seared across Amit’s back. Something cool pressed against his skin, slicing him open like a barber’s knife. Nabbed and cleaved by a straight razor, his blood poured out like wine from a lure.

Distantly, a demonic screech pierced the black space, propelled by an unseen force. Twisted laughter sputtered, deeper than hell’s bottomless caverns. Wringing out the final gasps of reconnaissance, the emesis is swabbed clean and wrapped in gauze. And then all fell quiet.

Amit’s eyes fluttered open; his muscles twitched like a fly’s wing. The world split into pieces, each a different film. He became lost in the gray, just black and white. Slowly, the flecks of color became vivid and explorable. Verdant leaves rustled in a shifting current. A scene came to life, more real than anything he’d ever experienced.

Trembling, Amit took a full breath, and his lungs filled with fresh, oxygen-rich air. He sat up, feet pressing into plush grass. The scent of flowers perfumed the air, sweet and intoxicating.

“Priya,” Amit croaked. “Where are you?”

Her voice, light and unfettered, responded from behind him. “I’m right here, Amit. Looks like you got away. I couldn’t finish the job.” Amit turned and saw Priya, her gauzy gown flowing in the breeze.

“What…what happened to me?” he gasped, reaching down to survey his body. His clothes were spotless; not a scratch marred his skin.

Priya smiled, taking his hand. “You had a brush with death, but you survived. Let’s just say that as long as you stay away from the bottle, you’ll be safe from now on.”

Amit’s mind reeled, trying to process it all. Had it been a dream? Or some kind of waking nightmare? One thing was certain: he never wanted to experience a hangover again in his life.

Priya’s face softened, and she took his hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

As they walked away, hand in hand, Amit marveled at the clarity of the world around him. The colors were vivider, the smells more pungent. Perhaps this brush with mortality had given him a new lease on life. One thing was certain – he was an Indian man walking away from his demon, a soul saved.

As for Priya, her intentions remain a mystery. Perhaps she had a change of heart, realizing that she still loved him beneath all the anger. Or maybe she had duped him again, orchestrating the entire incident to gain sympathy and control.

Only one thing is certain: Amit will never underestimate his “sweetheart” again. He had learned the hard way that the heart and mind of a scorned Indian woman can be blacker than the darkest rig. He had survived a brush with death and emerged a wiser man.