"Arya sat on the balcony floor, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she could shield herself from the crushing weight of the truth. The vast night stretched before her, the sky an endless abyss, but even its darkness could not compare to the torment swirling inside her.
Tears spilled silently down her cheeks, falling onto her trembling hands. Her breath was uneven, her chest tight, suffocated by revelations too cruel to bear.
Her father—the man she once idolized, the man whose love she had sought, whose approval had meant everything—was a monster. A man who sold innocent girls as if their lives held no worth.
Her brother—the one she had trusted, the one she had looked up to, the one who was supposed to protect her—had tortured his own wife without remorse.
The realization clawed at her soul, ripping apart the very foundation of her existence.
*"How could they?"*
The question echoed within her, unanswered, unbearable.
How could they commit such unforgivable crimes knowing they had a daughter, a sister? Knowing that she, too, could have been a victim?
A wave of nausea hit her as disgust churned in her gut.
She despised the blood running through her veins—tainted, poisoned by the sins of the very family she had once called her own.
*"I wish I had died at birth."*
The thought came unbidden, raw and cruel.
If she had never existed, if she had never been born into this darkness—she would never have known this pain.
But she was alive.
And now, she had to live with the consequences of their actions.
A soft sound broke through the silence behind her.
Shreyansh.
He stood at the entrance of the balcony, his frame tense, his presence unmistakable.
His gaze fixated on her fragile figure, watching the way her body shook with silent sobs, how her shoulders trembled beneath the weight of emotions too vast to contain.
The sound of her tears pierced the air—a quiet, heartbreaking melody that tugged at something deep inside him.
He should go to her.
Comfort her.
Tell her—something. Anything.
But his feet refused to move.
A battle raged within him—an undeniable pull to reach for her, to take her into his arms, to offer something other than the cold distance between them.
Yet, another part of him screamed for restraint.
She had hurt him. She had betrayed him.
And still—seeing her like this, broken and crumbling, it did something to him.
He hesitated.
Watched.
Torn between his anger and his empathy, his heartbreak and his rage.
But in the end—anger won.
With a clenched jaw, he turned away, his steps slow, measured—forcing himself to leave her to her grief, even when every part of him wanted to stay.
And as he walked back into the room, shutting the door behind him, something deep within him whispered—
That maybe, just maybe, he had made the wrong choice.
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Romance"She was his everything-until she became his assassin." Shreyansh loved Arya with his whole soul. But the woman he trusted most shot him and walked away. Now he's back. Alive. And hell-bent on revenge. But they're not the only ones tangled in love...
