Part 6||Humans

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On the other hand, Shanaya found herself ensnared in a dilemma, grappling with an unfamiliar mix of pain and happiness. For the first time, warmth coursed through her—an emotion that felt both inviting and terrifying.

Flashbacks invaded her mind, echoing with the sound of laughter—laughter that could brighten even the darkest days, a sound so healing it seemed to touch the very essence of life. But what caused this feeling? What had just happened? Shanaya couldn’t say. Deep down, she didn’t want this warmth; she didn’t want any feelings at all.

Emotions, she believed, were the worst burdens humanity could bear. When controlled by them, people played with each other’s hearts, using emotions as tools until they were spent, discarded when no longer needed. Shanaya knew this truth all too well.

She was a woman as cold as ice, harboring no trust for the world around her. Why should she? Her experiences had given her no reason to believe in the goodness of people. Friends were a rarity in her life, and the few she had were never there when she needed them most. At times, she longed for companionship, but it always felt like a futile desire. In her heart, she knew they weren’t worth the effort.

Friendship was a word she loathed, tainted by the memories of those who had betrayed her. It was the reason her heart had turned to stone, and she had resolved to never let anyone close enough to hurt her again.

Shanaya pushed these feelings aside, redirecting her focus to the case against Natik Mehta. She was determined to see him punished for his betrayal, for selling out even the smallest of confidential papers. In her eyes, betrayals were unforgivable sins—transgressions that could never be excused.

Trusting people, she concluded, was the worst mistake anyone could make. Humans came and went, playing their roles, only to leave behind a trail of broken promises and shattered trust. This was the bitter truth of the world, and Shanaya was resolved never to let it ensnare her again.

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