Chapter-7
Nyrah was on the verge of tears as she stepped out of her car and onto the pavement leading to her apartment after an eventful day. The weight of the day seemed to crush her spirit. The moon cast a soft glow, illuminating the dark atmosphere but offering no solace to her troubled mind. Facing her past and him after four long years was not easy for her. Her steps were heavy, each one laden with memories of a past she couldn't escape.
He had left her alone after the warning of destroying her life. He would destroy her once again. She bitterly smiled, wondering what more he could do when she had already destroyed four years of her life in guilt. She stayed away from her parents, living all by herself with whatever she had. She didn't even take a single penny from her parents when she left home, punishing herself by living in the cruel world.
She had lived like a princess, her whole life was perfect. She had a bright future, loving parents, and a caring brother who could put everything at her feet. Thousands of servants were at her call and security with every step she took. But then one accusation took everything from her, making her guilty in everybody's eyes.
The echoes of Aston's accusations reverberated in her mind, his words like daggers piercing her already wounded heart. She still vividly remembered the look her friends and colleagues gave when Aston blatantly accused her of purposely not saving Elena, his girlfriend, in front of everyone. Putting charges of planned murder on her resulted in her being interrogated for many days.
As Nyrah approached the mirror, her reflection seemed to mock her, a cruel reminder of the girl she used to be. Gone was the confident smile, replaced by hollow eyes that bore the weight of the accusations leveled against her.
She stood before the mirror, studying her own reflection as if searching for traces of the girl she once was. But all she saw was a shadow of her former self, haunted by the ghosts of her past. The once proud girl had become a prisoner of her own reputation, branded as a killer by those who once admired her.
With a heavy sigh, Nyrah reached out and touched the surface of the mirror, tracing the outline of her reflection as if trying to erase the scars of her past. But no amount of scrubbing could cleanse the stain of accusation that tainted her reputation.
Tears streamed down Nyrah's cheeks, mingling with the streaks of mascara as bitter sobs racked her body. The weight of her reality felt suffocating, pressing down on her like a heavy shroud from which she couldn't break free.
Every cry that escaped her lips was a plea for escape, a desperate yearning to flee the cruel world that had turned its back on her. But no matter how hard she wished for it, there was no refuge from the relentless torment of her reality.
In the midst of her anguish, Nyrah felt a sense of helplessness engulf her, like a drowning soul gasping for air in a sea of despair. The mascara stains on her cheeks served as cruel reminders of the facade she had tried to maintain, now crumbling under the weight of her pain.
Amidst her tears and anguish, Nyrah's voice quivered with raw emotion as she hurled objects from her dressing table in a chaotic frenzy. Each item crashing to the ground echoed the shattered pieces of her heart.
"I don't love you, Aston," she cried out, her words a defiant declaration amidst the chaos of her emotions. With each syllable, she tried to purge herself of the lingering memories and pain that his accusations had inflicted upon her.
Her hands trembled as she continued to sweep aside the remnants of their past, the once-cherished mementos now symbols of betrayal and hurt. But amidst the wreckage, there was a sense of liberation, a cathartic release from the chains that had bound her to him for far too long.
As Nyrah's tears continued to fall and her sobs echoed through the room, she couldn't shake the painful truth that despite her words, her heart still bore the scars of his love. Each broken piece on the floor seemed to belong to him, a painful reminder of the bond that still tethered her to him, unknowingly.
Though she yearned for liberation from the chains of his love, she knew that true freedom could only be found by confronting the demons of her heart and finding the strength to let go, even when every fiber of her being resisted.
She lay on the floor, the remnants of her shattered emotions scattered around her. In the stillness of the night, her breathing slowed, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest a testament to the temporary respite from her inner turmoil. The quiet darkness offered a momentary sanctuary, a brief escape from the relentless torment of her thoughts. Yet, deep down, Nyrah knew that the path to healing and redemption was long and fraught with challenges.
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Well, the chapter delved into the depths of Nyrah's emotional scars and the extent of her suffering. You will very soon get to know the whole past. Next will be updated soon. You can ask your queries in comment section.
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