My plan was to run away from him. He's a psychopathic monster, but you know the thing about monsters?
~They always follow, They always haunt.
They forever stalk, They never stop.
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He buried...
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Author's POV:
Sana's morning began with the relentless throbbing in her head, a reminder of the excessive drinking from the night before.
As she lay in bed, groaning at the pain, a wave of realization washed over her.
"I know that I was going to meet him yesterday night .. For him it was an unexpected meeting but for me it was a fucking expected encounter..
"I was the one who planned his journey from his office to the bar but I never thought that things will turn in this way."
Aarav, with his smooth words, had distracted her completely.
"Doesn't matter how convincingly he acts but i knew better. I knew his family's true colors, especially his dad, Vikram Chauhan. They were all alike - deceptive and manipulative."
"I can't believe I fell for it," she muttered to herself, feeling angry at herself for letting Aarav get to her.
With a bitter taste lingering in her mouth she said "I hate him."
"And I will always hate him, for as long as I live".
Dragging herself out of bed, Sana forced herself through the motions of getting ready for work.
As she made her way through the city streets, Sana found herself stuck in the morning rush hour traffic.
Glancing out of the car window, her eyes fell upon a scene that stirred something deep within her ---
( A young boy stood by the roadside, his face lit up with joy as he savored an ice cream cone in his school uniform. Beside him, his father appeared, a smile playing on his lips as he reached out to ruffle the boy's hair. )
"My dad was the first person whobroke my heart into pieces" Sana whispered.
She stepped out of the car and with each confident step, her presence seemed to command attention, instilling a sense of fear in those who crossed her path.
The click of her heels echoed in the empty hallway as she made her way to her cabin...
For her, revenge was not merely a desire-it was a necessity.
She believed in making those who wronged her suffer deeply.
To her, fear of her wrath should outweigh the fear of karma.
While karma might take its time, Sana's retribution would be swift and merciless...
People whispered warnings about Sana, urging others to watch out before it was too late.
They prayed that karma would strike first, because once Sana unleashed her fury, there would be no turning back.
As night descended and Sana lay in bed, she found herself unable to shake the image of the father and son from her mind.
With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes, hoping sleep would offer some respite from the painful memories but In an instant, memories from her past flooded her mind, transporting her back to a time when she was just a vulnerable child longing for her father's love and approval.
Sana found herself transported back to a time long ago, when she was just a young girl of six.
Flashback starts--
( She was sitting at her desk in school, diligently working on her homework, desperate to stay there for as long as possible.
Anything to avoid going home. Home, where her father's rage awaited her and her mother's tears were a nightly occurrence.
Sana hated those two days a week when her father would come home, his presence casting a shadow over their already fragile existence.
But on this particular day, asSana packed her bag and prepared to leave school, she saw something that filled her with a glimmer of hope.
There, standing on the school grounds, was her father. For a moment, Sana's heart swelled with joy.
Maybe, just maybe, he cared enough to come and pick her up fromschool.)
But her happiness was short-lived.
In the blink of an eye, her father reached out and took hold of another child - a boy who never spoke to anyone.
Sana's heart shattered into a million pieces as she watched her father walk away with the boy, leaving her standing alone, forgotten and abandoned.
Tears welled up in Sana's eyes as the pain of rejection washed over her.
How could her own father choose someone else over her? It was a question that haunted her then, and one that still haunted her now.
Her mother's voice broke through the silence, asking her what was wrong... Sana could see the guilt and pain in her mother's eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the truth they both knew but dared not speak aloud.
In that moment, Sana realized that her mother had been carrying the weight of their family's secrets all along, shielding her from the harsh realities of their life...)
Flashback ends leaving Sana alone with her thoughts in the darkness of her room.
But as she lay there, tears streaming down her cheeks, Sana made a silent vow to herself -
She would never let anyone hurt her like that again.
She snapped out of her thoughts immediately when her phone rang.
It was a call from her brother who's staying in California from last few years. Without wasting a single second she picked up the call:
Aditya bhai: "Sana, listen carefully. It's time. We have to start."
Sana: "I've been waiting for this moment, bhai. It's time to make them pay for what they've done."
Aditya bhai: "Sana, I'm worried about you. Remember, you're strong, but don't let your anger consume you. I'm here for you, always."
Sana: "I won't forget, bhai. But this is something I have to do."
She hangs up the call, a sinister grin spreading across her face...and she whispers with a smirk on her lips-
"It's my turn now Mr. Vikram Chauhan. Prepare to face the darkness you've unleashed."
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