His POV
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t stay in that room another second.
Not after what I almost did.
What I was going to do.
She looked at me like I was a monster.
And maybe I was.
I slammed the door behind me, my footsteps echoing through the marble corridor. My head was spinning. My chest tight.
I didn’t know where I was going.
But somehow, I ended up outside Aarzoo’s room.
The door was locked. Still sealed like a tomb. No one had gone in since the night she—
I hesitated. My fingers hovered above the knob.
And then I pushed it open.
Dust clung to the air like silence.
Everything was exactly the same.
The bed untouched. Her shawl still draped across the chair. Her diary on the nightstand.
I walked in like a ghost.
And that’s when I saw it.
An envelope.
Yellowed at the edges. Stuffed between the pages of her diary.
My name on it.
In her handwriting.
I swear, my heart stopped beating.
I picked it up with trembling fingers.
Sat down slowly on the bed.
And read.
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“If you’re reading this, bhai, I’m gone. I didn’t have the strength to look you in the eye and say it.
I’m sorry.
But I couldn’t take it anymore.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. The man who hurt me. Who left me with a child I never asked for. A child I tried to love—but couldn’t.
I hate myself for that.
I hate myself for being so weak.
But more than anything, I hate what that child represents.
Pain. Violence. Silence.
I tried to pretend. To smile. To breathe. For you. For everyone.
But I’m tired now.
And poison is easier than pretending.
Forgive me.
Or don’t.
I just wanted the pain to end."
—Aarzoo
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The letter slipped from my hands.
My vision blurred.
The child… was born out of rape.
No one ever told me.
Not her. Not the doctors. Not even the police.
They covered it up.
She covered it up.
And I—I blamed the wrong person.
All this time…
All this hate…
All this violence…
Aayna didn’t kill her.
She didn’t poison her.
She was innocent.
And I—God—I—
I almost—
I clutched my head in my hands.
Fell to the floor.
The belt.
The bruises.
Her screams.
Her face when she begged me to stop.
I’d broken her.
And I’d buried my sister with my ignorance.
I wanted to scream.
But all that came out was silence.
Because monsters like me don’t get to cry.
Not when it’s too damn late.
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