"I'm breaking my boundaries for you, I'm boxing every negative thought of mine, I'm literally going my way out for you...please don't hurt me."
"Never. I'll never hurt you, Myra. Just trust me, I'm mafia, but I'm not a monster."
"I can't believe it...
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Tears continuously streamed down my cheeks as I ran out of the room, pushing him. His presence, which used to make me feel good, was literally suffocating me at that moment.
I heard people gasping as soon as their eyes landed on me.
They all looked shocked.
Why wouldn’t they? I ran out of his room, crying, wearing just his shirt—no undergarments, no footwear.
My hair was open and messed up. I must have looked like a complete mess.
But the scenario I witnessed was so shocking that I couldn’t care about anyone or their opinion.
I just ran and ran without looking around until I reached my room in the servant quarters.
As I entered, opening the door, I saw Roshini getting ready for her shift in her uniform.
“Myra, what happened to you?” As she noticed me, she hurried towards me.
“Roshini...” I struggled to find the words, my breathing becoming heavy, and her eyes widened in concern at my condition. She embraced me in a comforting hug before I could say anything. “Roshini, how could I have let him get so close to me? He’s a criminal.” I choked out between sobs.
She asked, breaking the hug, tensed. “Who? What are you talking about? What happened to you?”
I parted my lips to answer her but couldn’t. I was trembling, thinking about the whole scenario.
“Oh god. Stop crying, Myra. Come, sit down and tell me what happened,” Roshini urged, guiding me to the bed.
I sank onto the mattress, tears still streaming down my face. She settled down beside me and held me by my shoulder. I couldn’t thank my stars more for her presence. At least I wasn’t alone.
She gently patted my back, waiting patiently for me to compose myself enough to speak. Though I knew she must have had countless questions, she gave me the space to gather my thoughts.
