INVISIBLE PASSIONS : When Hate Becomes Love

CHAPTER 60 - self-flagellation

(self flagellation ~ the act of hitting yourself with a whip as a way to punish yourself or as part of a religious ritual)

"HAPPY NAVRATRI" to all of you

hello dear readers

thankyou for your patience

an new update , and the chapter is not edited, and there will me many errors in this one... neither did I read it after writing so sorry in advance

i will not post next chapter if the target will not be completed and this time i am dam serious , phir chaye aap log mujhe criticize karo ya phir mujhe dhamki do ki "should we stop reading your book?"

some of you said that you are loosing interest in the book as i update very late, so tell me yourself if you people are not completing the target, though there are many views, how i will feel to update, infact mera maan he nahi karega likhne ka ? esa toh hai nahi ki mujhe koi money milti hai , it just effort you put some and i will put double....

and many of you who are not on instagram, i want to tell you that my health is not totally fine i got ful body checkup and it comes out to be like

vit D defecency

heamoglobin level dropped aaya hai and list goes own and own....,

so sorry for the late reply

and to those who are active readers , thanks for supporting , and your patience, love you and

specially @armyslostinnocence,i founf your conversating comments quiet interesting

target

850 votes

and 500 comments

about share you can share to as many people as you want

now enjoy reading........

MEHAK'S POV

that sent a shiver through me. "You're beautiful."

I bit my lip, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. How could he say that? How could he see beauty in something so broken?

His hands came to rest on my shoulders, and he leaned closer, his chest now pressed against my back. The heat from his body seeped into mine, making the moment feel even more intense.

I could see us in the mirror now—me, vulnerable and exposed, and him, strong and unwavering, his eyes never leaving my reflection.

"You don't have to hide from me," he whispered again, his breath warm against my neck. "These scars, they don't make you any less. If anything, they show me how strong you are, how much you've endured."

I swallowed hard, my throat tight as I tried to hold back the flood of emotions. "But... they're ugly," I whispered, my voice shaky.

"They're not ugly," he whispered in return, his lips brushing against my bare shoulder. "They're a part of you, and I love every part of you, Mehak."

His words made my heart ache in the best way possible, and before I could respond, his hands moved lower, taking the cream I had set aside. His fingers dipped into the cool lotion, and slowly, gently, he began to apply it to the marks on my back.

The sensation of his fingers gliding over my skin, mixed with the intimate atmosphere of the moment, made my breath hitch.

Each touch felt like a promise, like he was healing more than just the surface of my skin. His hands moved with such care, never rushing, as if he understood the weight of what this meant to me.