Aayna's POV
I knew something was wrong the second I heard the door click shut.
It was past midnight. The baby had fallen asleep hours ago. The house was quiet.
Too quiet.
And then… he came in.
I was lying on the bed, curled up, blanket pulled to my chin. My back still hurt from the last time.
I didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
But he walked in anyway. Slowly. Like a shadow I couldn’t outrun.
“W-what do you want?” My voice cracked. I already knew the answer. I could see it in his eyes.
Dark.
Burning.
Wild.
He didn’t speak. Just stood there, staring at me like he hated me more than anything in the world… and yet like he couldn’t *not* look.
“Please… just go,” I whispered. “I didn’t do anything to you.”
But he kept coming closer.
Step by step.
I sat up, heart pounding, blanket still clutched around me. “Don’t. Please. You’re scaring me—”
He grabbed the blanket and yanked it off like it was nothing.
I gasped. Pulled my knees to my chest. Tried to move away, but the wall was behind me.
“Why do you pretend like you're innocent?” he growled. “Like you don’t know what you did to me.”
“I didn’t kill her,” I choked out. “I swear on everything, I didn’t—”
“Liar.”
And then he was on me.
Pinning me.
One hand on my wrist. One on my thigh.
I screamed.
But the house was dead silent.
No one came.
“No—no—please stop—don’t do this—” My voice was shaking, breaking, useless.
His hand went to the hem of my kurta.
And for a second—I thought this was it.
This was how it ends.
But then… he stopped.
Just like that.
Like someone yanked him back from a cliff.
He looked at me. Looked through me. And I swear to God, I’ve never seen anyone look so disgusted.
Not at me.
At himself.
He pulled away fast. Stumbling like he couldn’t stand being in the room anymore.
“I didn’t mean to,” he muttered. “I—I wasn’t going to—”
And he left.
Just like that.
Left me shaking. Alone. Broken in ways I didn’t even understand yet.
I sat there for a long time.
Blank.
Empty.
Then I got up.
Went to the bathroom.
Locked the door.
And I stared at the razor on the sink.
I didn’t want to die.
I just… didn’t want to feel like this anymore.
So useless.
So unwanted.
So ruined.
I slid down to the floor, curling into myself, razor in my hand. The cold tiles against my cheek. The silence pressing down on my chest.
I just wanted it to stop.
That’s all.
I just wanted everything to stop.
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