Aayna's POV
I lay there on the floor, curled up, spine burning like it had been lit on fire.
He was gone.
Finally.
The belt lay where he’d dropped it. Coiled like a snake. Waiting for next time.
Because there would be a next time.
That much I knew now.
My fingers trembled as I reached back and touched the raw skin on my back. I winced. My palm came back damp. I didn’t want to know if it was blood or sweat.
I forced myself to sit up. Slowly. Carefully.
Every muscle in my body screamed, but I bit my lip and swallowed the sound. I wouldn’t cry. Not again. Not because of him.
He hated me.
That was clear.
The way he looked at me—like I was filth. Like I had taken something from him that he could never get back.
And maybe I had.
Aarzoo.
His sister.
But I didn’t kill her. I didn’t. I’ve told him that a hundred times—but he doesn’t listen.
Because he doesn’t care.
He wants someone to blame. And I’m… easy.
The girl with trembling hands. With too-big eyes. Too-young. Too-quiet. Too-close to the crime.
I could’ve screamed when he left. Not in fear.
In rage.
How dare he touch me like that?
He didn’t even let me speak. Didn’t even let me breathe.
His anger wasn’t justice.
It was cruelty.
It was punishment for something I didn’t do.
And I hated him for it.
For his power. For his silence. For the way he looked at me like I was less than human then touched me like I was something else entirely.
His hands hurt. But his eyes?
His eyes burned worse.
And still, for some stupid reason, my heart had thudded like a trapped bird when he came close. Not from longing.
From fear.
From hate.
I hated that he could do this to me and still make me feel like I was the one who had to explain myself.
I hated that I didn’t scream when the belt struck.
I hated that part of me wanted him to hear my side. Still.
Stupid girl.
I dragged myself up from the floor, steadying my breath.
I wasn't going to cry for him.
Not now. Not ever.
He could rot in his guilt and bitterness. I didn’t care anymore.
Let him hate me.
I hated him too.
And maybe one day…
He’d know what that felt like.
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