❝𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.❞
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Obsession is a dangerous game, but for him, it's the only game worth playing. Abhiman Singh Rathore, a ruthless underworld king with the face of a savior and the heart of a devil...
Help, I have done it again. I have been here many times before. Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no one else to blame
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It had been a month. A month since I left the house without telling anyone. The same house that was once filled with laughter and warmth had become nothing more than a cold, hollow structure after my parents' death ten years ago. It was no longer a home for me. That house suffocates me with memories of a time that no longer existed.
Apart from the little sanctuary of mine and the priceless memories, there is actually nothing left for me to call mine. Those memories of my parents' were the only reason I had stayed in that hell as long as I did. And I don't want to lose them too. This cursed fate of mine took everything from me. My mumma, my dad, my happiness. It took my very existence. I didn't even know who I was anymore in so many ways.
And now, as I sat in the back seat of the car, watching the familiar streets blur past, I wondered, would they even care why I left in the first place? Though I knew the answer very well, I still clung to that last flicker of hope.
But I knew this hope of mine would end up hurting me only. Because no one loved me there anymore. Not truly. It's like everything was just a facade before my parents' death and now that they are gone, the facade is gone too.
After their death, the whole family treated me like an unwelcome guest in my own house, a burden they were forced to bear. And it gotten really worse after dadima passed away and left me here with these people, six years ago. And after that my uncle and aunt made it clear that I was nothing more than a responsibility they begrudgingly accepted. Their cold stares and harsh words had become a daily torment to me, chipping away at the very last thread of sanity I had.
As the car pulled into the driveway, my heart pounded in my chest. The grand facade of the Malhotra mansion loomed before me, its imposing structure a stark reminder of the life I had tried to escape. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car, my legs feeling unsteady as I made my way to the front door.
Miss Shasha, the housekeeper, opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw me but quickly hiding it under the same facade everyone bears here. "Oh! Miss Sitara, so you are back finally."
I managed a small smile, nodding with a small hum, ignoring that mocking tone of hers. It's nothing new to me. They always treat me like this. And the worst part is I cannot do a single thing about it. And again I remind myself- No one cares here. Absolutely no one.
As I walked through the familiar hallways, memories flooded my mind, each step a painful reminder of my past. The laughter, the love, the happiness that once filled this house were now just ghosts, haunting every corner.
It's gone. Everything is gone along with that one night.
Finally, I reached the living room. There was no one, and a wave of relief washed over me. But that was too soon, as a harsh voice cut through the fragile peace. "So, you've finally decided to grace us with your presence?" my uncle, Sanjay, sneered as he stepped into the room. His eyes were cold and his jaw clenched.
