𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 37♡

As Trisha continued reading, her tears fell like rain, mourning the loss of Vihaan's childhood, the pain he endured, and the sacrifices his mother made. The diary was a window to his shattered soul, a glimpse into a life marred by hardship and heartache.

"I saw my mother dying every moment," Vihaan wrote, his words a haunting echo of his childhood. "

Trisha's heart ached as she turned the pages, each word a fresh wound, each sentence a new sorrow. Vihaan's story was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a tribute to the unwavering love of a mother who refused to let her child be consumed by the darkness.

Trisha's eyes widened in horror as she read the chilling words, her heart racing with every sentence. Vihaan's diary revealed a traumatic childhood, a life forever scarred by the cruelty of his own father.

"I was only 6 when I saw my mother lying in a pool of blood, her body broken and battered, her life slipping away," Vihaan wrote, his words a haunting echo of that fateful day. "She was saving me from the monster, the bastard who claimed to be my father,   PRATAP SINGHANIA   who was nothing more than a rapist, a criminal, a monster."

Trisha felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she read on, Vihaan's anger and hatred palpable in every sentence. "Even thinking about that monster makes me want to stab him again and again, to make him pay for what he did to my mother, to me."

But then, a glimmer of hope, a sense of purpose. "I'm happy I get the chance to kill that bastard, to make him pay for his crimes." Trisha's heart ached for Vihaan, for the little boy who witnessed such horror, for the man who still carried that pain and anger. She knew that his journey was far from over, that his quest for justice and healing was just beginning.

"He ensnared an innocent, cheerful girl in his web of deceit, a girl who was none other than my mother. He trapped her with false promises of love and marriage, using her for his own twisted desires, turning her into his plaything. He callously replaced her with another woman, casting her aside like a used toy, leaving her to live in a constant state of hope and despair. Every moment of her life was a struggle, a desperate wait for the justice she deserved, but it never came. Instead, she was left to suffer at the hands of the monster, who crushed her spirit and destroyed her soul. But I, her son, vow to avenge her pain, to give her the rights she was denied, to make the monster pay for his heinous crimes."

"She only received pain for loving that monster. I was just six years old when I witnessed the horror, saw my mother's life slipping away every day and night when that beast came to our house. I didn't understand the meaning of those things, but I knew they were wrong. I saw my mother being raped, heard her yelling for her life, begging for mercy. I was trapped, helpless, behind a closed door, as he tortured my mother. I screamed, yelled for someone to open the door, to save my mother, but that monster didn't stop. I ran outside for help, begged for someone to save us, fell at their feet, but no one helped. They just stood there, mocking us, calling my mother a 'characterless woman' and me an 'illegitimate child'. I didn't know the meaning of those words, but they used them to hurt us, to shame us. I didn't know what those words meant either, but I knew they were cruel, that they were used to justify the pain they inflicted on us."

Trisha's eyes welled up with tears as she read the words, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She felt a deep sense of sorrow, pain, and helplessness wash over her, as if she was reliving Vihaan's traumatic childhood alongside him. The weight of his words crushed her, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to escape the anguish that Vihaan had endured.

Trisha's body shook with uncontrollable sobs, her eyes streaming with tears as she hugged herself tightly, as if trying to hold together the shattered pieces of her heart. She couldn't bear to read more, couldn't face the pain and horror that Vihaan had endured. The thought of what he had gone through was too much to bear, too much to process.