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— R a h i l ' s P O V 𖤐
I listened attentively as she spoke, noticing the slight tremble in her hand which was interlaced with mine.
She took a deep breath and began, "You would have known from the way I acted that night that I have a trauma with fire. I had overcome it through therapy, but seeing those massive flames suddenly ignited memories within me." I gently squeezed her hand, silently encouraging her to continue.
Her gaze remained fixed ahead, and I couldn't help but admire her stunning side profile.
She continued, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and strength.
"I was only 5 years old, and I distinctly remember it was an early winter morning when I woke up. The house was empty, and I asked one of the house helps where my mom was. She told me that my mom was out for some work, and my dad was often away on business trips. I felt a sense of boredom without my mom around, so I decided to occupy myself with puzzles, something I loved back then when I was a kid."
As she spoke, I could feel the chill in the air. She continued, her voice quivering slightly, "It was so cold, you know. Although i was wearing t-shirt and a sweater upon it, it felt really cold, i was always cold actually. so I went near the crackling fireplace in our drawing room. It was always lit during the winter months."
She paused, swallowing hard, and I could see the pain etched on her face as the memories flooded back.
I could feel the weight of her words as she shared it to me.
"I was just a kid back then, completely unaware of the danger that lurked within the warmth of the fireplace. Lost in the world of puzzles, I found myself inching closer and closer to the crackling flames. The heat grew intense, but I was oblivious, as I basked in the cozy embrace of the fire's warmth. I felt relieved that I wasn't feeling cold anymore."
My heart sank as the thought of what would have happened next.
"It was then that a searing sensation on my back jolted me from my puzzle-induced trance. Panic surged through me as I discovered my sweater had caught fire. I screamed, standing up and started crying loudly. The house help rushed to me, swiftly removing the burning garment away."
Tears welled up in her eyes, and I couldn't help but feel an ache in my chest.
"The aftermath left a lasting scar on my upper back, a burn scar that forever prevents me from wearing backless outfits." She shook her head slightly.
" Since that day, fire became my greatest fear. As I was very young back then, I couldn't sleep for months, haunted by the vivid imagery of flames engulfing me, the burning sensations etching my back, into my memory. I always ended up crying my heart out at hugging my mom tightly at night." She smiled slightly, through her teary eyes.
