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Kiara's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a haze of confusion.
Her head throbbed with a dull ache, as if her brain was struggling to break free from its casing.
She winced, her slender fingers instinctively reaching for her temple.
Vishal's figure materialized before her, his chiseled features twisted into a sneer.
"What did you do to me?"
"You lost your senses and slumped on the bathroom floor," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "But even if you spread your legs for me, I wouldn't touch you. You're a bitch, a constant reminder of my mother."
Her gaze drifted to his hand, where crimson droplets glistened like rubies on his skin. "You're hurt," she whispered, her voice trembling.
His expression hardened, his eyes flashing with arrogance. "Sultan's men almost caught me, but I'm trained to evade, to survive."
She silently sat down to tend his wound shocking him. She cleaned it and wrapped the bandage as he stared at her face.
"I kidnapped you. I can do anything to you. You should be taking advantage of my condition and inflict some more harm to escape."
"Escape?When did I escape when my entire life I was caught in a web of plain torture?"
Memories came flooding back. Her mother's venomous words echoed through the years, poisoning her self-worth.
"Look at Mishti, your stepsister – beautiful as a hundred roses. And you, Kiara? You're nothing. Dull, black, and average. Why can't you be like her? I was so confident I was going to give birth to a beautiful child but my efforts wasted!"
Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks like autumn rain.
"Maa always envied Mishti's beauty," she whispered, her voice cracking. "She resented me for not being like her. But Mishti... she loved me, called me beautiful."
Vishal watched Kiara cry, his empty eyes quivering for a fleeting moment.
For an instant, his mask slipped, revealing a fractured soul, battered by his own demons. Flashbacks assaulted him – his mother's beatings, her scornful words: "You look like your father. I hate that man. Why won't you die?"
His gaze locked onto Kiara's tears, and something within him stirred.
A glimmer of empathy, long buried beneath his ruthless exterior.
Kiara's tears continued to fall as she revealed the depth of her mother's cruelty. "Maa's words cut deeper than any knife," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"She'd compare me to Mishti constantly, telling me I was worthless, ugly, and unworthy of love. She'd say I should've been the one born beautiful, not Mishti."
His gaze never wavered, his eyes locked onto her face as she spoke.
"I'd try to stand up for myself, she'd slap me, telling me I was ungrateful." Her voice cracked. "The worst part was when she'd make me look in the mirror, pointing out every flaw, every imperfection. She'd say I'd never find someone to love me, that I was destined to be alone."
His jaw clenched, his fists tightening as her words resonated within him.
"I tried to change, Vishal," she continued, desperation creeping into her voice. "I tried to be more like Mishti, to make Maa happy. But no matter what I did, it was never enough. She'd always find something wrong."
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