𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
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I've skipped school for two days now, but rest still feels like a stranger. The moment I shut my eyes, that damned warehouse creeps back in—its darkness, the metallic scent, the sound of my own breath echoing louder than it should. I tried ignoring it. I tried crying it out—quiet sobs muffled into my pillow like that would wash the fear away.
It didn't work. And honestly, it's embarrassing. I feel like I'm being too fragile, so instead, I pretend.
Pretend to be tough.
The night we came back home, Bhaiya didn't leave my side. Not once. He played cards with me the whole night, even though he had a test the next morning.
Didn't say much—just stayed there. It was his way of being loud without speaking. Last night, Mumma slept next to me. I didn't sleep, though. Just pretended. I stayed up reading a random e-book, waiting for morning to come.
I yawned, trying to shake the exhaustion off, and tied my freshly washed hair up with a towel. If it doesn't air-dry by night, I swear I'm chopping it all off. I'm not dealing with wet pillows again.
Though Evyaan might hate that idea. He loves playing with my hair and has insisted on teaching me how to tie it, but we've been so busy lately that it slipped both our minds.
Even though it's only been two days since he last contacted me, it feels painfully bitter—like I've missed him for years.
Eve told me he's been busy handling the situation with her and Armani. Maa stayed with her during the checkup, and I'm not sure whether to call it fortunate or unfortunate, but Armani is indeed pregnant.
Maa was incredibly supportive of her, but at the same time, she was scared for her. My Mumma was never judgmental, but this whole situation frightened her so much that she asked me to keep my distance from Armani—and even from Evaana, if possible.
I flatly refused and spent hours convincing her that just because it happened once doesn't mean it will happen again.
And I won't leave my people behind just because it makes things easier.
