His darkest desire [ Desire 1# ]

CH 28 : TRISHA'S PAST

Note- I have written trisha's past in this chapter. The whole past is not written properly and might seemed rushed.

I actually don't wanna write the past so long so I tried to write it in short
I hope you understand
Sorry in advance 🙏🏻 🙏🏻 😞 😞
The past is not written correctly.

9300+ words
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// AUTHOR'S POV //

Swati held the ring which was given by him close to her heart in a tight wrist while crying loudly, her body shaking violently with cold as she placed her head on her knees.

Her throat was dry and her stomach was empty, paining a little with hunger as she wasn't given any food or even a single drop of water.

She was already but without any food or water , the little bit of energy she had was also draining out of her body leaving her completely exhausted and weak.

Her nose was red with continuous crying, she felt like her skin was freezing and the pain in her heart area was increasing rapidly yet still bearable.

She left her head and opened up her shaking wrists, and stared at the ring with hope, love, affection and pain. " Ansh p.. please come b..back I will let you do whatever you want , just come back, I need you,
Please save me "

She was praying every second in the hope that he will come soon. She was sure he would come , he would come for her but didn't know when.

She stood up with difficulty while staring at the ring in her hand and was about to put the ring back in her finger but the ring slipped from her hand as her hand was shaking violently.

The ring fell on the ground followed by a sound and by rolling it went under the small furniture placed near the bed.

( Matlab kuch bhi 🐥🐥)

Swati looked at the furniture with hopeless and teary eyes and continued sobbing badly. She walked towards the small furniture, she felt her legs really weak like there was no energy.

Bending down she looked under the furniture to take the ring again but frowned when she saw a diary under it. Beside the diary was the ring.

She slowly stopped crying but still continued to sob. She forwarded her hand and first took the ring, gently sliding it back in her finger and then she took out the book.

The book with red, dusty and tore cover indicating it is a very old book. Curiosity and urge to read what is written in this diary took over her .

She was about to open it , but suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her heart and the book fell from her hands. The pain was already there yet it was bearable but now it suddenly increased to an extent.

Swati lay on the ground with loud thud, curling her body into a ball she placed her hand on her chest, gently rubbing her skin trying to ease the pain.

Tears continuously dropping from her eyes as the pain was too much and beside she couldn't help herself. She needs to bear it because she knew that nobody could help her now except Anshul.

" Ansh where are you ? " She cried out in a low yet very painful voice. The ground was also cold and dirty making shivers more than before.

The room was silent with only the sound of her cries and the sound of a gentle breeze was there which was coming through the broken window. There she heard some footsteps as if someone was standing just outside her room .

Yes she was right someone was standing just outside her door. Swati quickly placed the diary back under the furniture as the door slowly opened with an unpleasant, sharp creaking sound.