For Me Love Is Confusing

Chapter Eighteen : "Silent Battles"

Mili sat on her bed, her mind racing with questions and doubts that gnawed at her very being. She stared blankly at the wall, her thoughts a chaotic swirl.

"Who am I?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. "Who are my real parents? What have I forgotten?"

She tried to piece together fragments of memories, but nothing seemed to fit. The confusion was overwhelming. "What's the actual truth?" she muttered. "What's real, and what's fake? Why is this happening to me?"

Tears streamed down her face as she hugged her knees to her chest. "Do I deserve this?" she asked, her voice breaking. "Is the reason for my birth only to cry and be a loser?"

Her sobs grew louder, filling the room with her anguish. "Why me?" she screamed, her voice raw with pain. "What did I do to deserve this?"

She buried her face in her hands, her whole body shaking with the force of her emotions. The weight of her questions and the lack of answers were suffocating.

"I don't understand any of this," she cried out. "Why can't I remember? Why can't I know who I really am?"

Her screams echoed through the room, a testament to her despair and helplessness. "Is there no end to this nightmare?" she whispered, her voice barely audible through her sobs. "Will I ever find the truth?"

As she cried, the questions continued to torment her, leaving her feeling more lost and alone than ever before.

Suddenly, Mili rushed toward the door, her eyes blazing with determination. Six guards stood at attention, their expressions neutral.

"Call your boss," she demanded, her voice shaking with a mixture of fear and anger.

"We can't do that, ma'am," one of the guards replied calmly.

"Call him, or I'll jump from the window!" she threatened, pointing to the large window at the end of the hallway. Her desperation was clear, and the guards exchanged uneasy glances.

"You can't do that," another guard said, trying to sound reassuring but failing.

"Watch me!" Mili shouted, moving toward the window with purpose.

One of the guards stepped forward, raising a hand. "Wait! We'll call him. Just please, stay away from the window."

Another side....

Ishan Malhotra sat in his office. The weight of Paul's intrusion into mili's room burning in his mind. His anger bubbled up , transforming him into a devilish figure. He gripped a glass tightly that it shattered , shards embedding into his hand. Blood began to flow & ishan laughing like demon possessed .

"Why you can't see mili" ? He shouting in a empty room. His voice echoing with a strong pain. " It's not only my hand is bleeding , my heart too "!! . "Why did you let him in ". "Why did you think that paul is your saviour".

Suddenly he receive a call from his security team......

The security team , describing the situation in hurried tones. There was a pause, and then the guard who had made the call turned to Mili.

"He's coming," he said, trying to sound calm.

Mili's heart pounded in her chest. She was determined to get answers, no matter what. She paced back and forth, her mind racing with questions and accusations.

Minutes felt like hours until finally, she heard the sound of a car pulling up outside. The front door opened, and Ishan walked in, his expression a mixture of concern and annoyance."Mili," he said, stepping toward her, "what's going on?"Mili stood her ground, her fists clenched. "I need answers, Ishan. Why did everyone at the party say I disappeared two years ago? What aren't you telling me?"Ishan's face hardened. "I told you, Mili. There are things you need to remember on your own.""No more secrets!" she shouted. "I deserve to know the truth!"Ishan took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto hers. "Alright, Mili. Let's talk."