Whisper in the Night|18+

Chapter 22: Her Mother's Diary

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Author's POV:-

Kaira hadn't slept a wink. The night had dragged on endlessly, her pillow damp with silent tears she couldn't hold back no matter how much she bit her lips. Her chest felt hollow, her body trembling with every replay of that unknown man's words.

Her heart screamed liar—that it couldn't be true. But her mind... her mind was cruel, playing back every cold gesture of her parents, every unanswered call, every time they hadn't come to see her after the attack. Each memory pierced deeper, refusing to let her breathe.

By morning, her eyes were swollen, rimmed in red. Purple shadows clung beneath them. She dragged herself into the bathroom, not out of will but compulsion. The cold water slapped her face, but it did nothing to wash away the weight inside her chest.

She slipped into a pale kurti, her movements stiff, mechanical. No matching earrings, no kajal, no playful twirl before the mirror like she usually did. Just blank eyes staring back at her own reflection—eyes that looked like a stranger's.

Her footsteps echoed in the empty hallway of her apartment. Each sound felt louder than her heartbeat. She walked into the parking lot, unlocked her car, and slid inside. The engine roared to life, but she felt nothing. No music, no hum, no soft smile—just silence.

Halfway down the road, her phone buzzed. The screen flashed Rhea.
She picked it up, pressing it to her ear.

"Hello." Her voice was flat, stripped of every shade of mischief it usually carried.

"Kuch hua hai kya?" Rhea's voice was laced with concern.

Kaira's lips trembled, but she forced the word out. "Nahi."

"Late aaogi kya?" Rhea pressed gently.

"Aaj nahi aaugi." Kaira's hands tightened on the steering wheel as she took a sharp turn.

"Ky—"

Kaira cut her off, her tone sharp, almost cruel, though her own eyes burned with tears. "I guess last time I checked, you were my assistant, not my sister. So stay in that limit."

Her throat closed, and before Rhea could respond, she ended the call.

The phone slipped onto the seat beside her, the silence inside the car deafening now. She blinked rapidly, but the blur of tears made the road smear before her eyes. With a deep breath, she pushed it all down, pressing harder on the accelerator.

Moments later, the heavy iron gates of the Singh Mansion loomed into view.

The car rolled inside, but Kaira's heart... it felt like it had been left outside, somewhere in the night she could never return to.

Kaira eased the car to a stop, the tires crunching against the gravel driveway. For a moment, she sat still, hands gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles paled. The engine's hum filled the silence, masking the storm inside her chest. With a sharp inhale, she killed the ignition and stepped out.

The morning sun spilled lazily over the Singh Mansion, its golden rays glinting against the iron gates. A bodyguard straightened instantly, surprise flickering in his eyes.

"Ma'am, you... you didn't inform us you were coming." His voice carried the unease of someone who wished he hadn't spoken.

Kaira's gaze snapped to him—calm, yet razor-sharp. "Do I need your permission to enter my own house?"