" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
So I wanted to split this part into two parts or three but I did not want to drag it long and wanted to start the next chapter as the next phase. Therefore I wrote everything in this chapter. Therefore please bear the long chapter.
In this chapter this all will be covered: - the truth
- Glimpse of Deenaz and Elizey
- Sneak peek of Rehan life
- Ashok anger
- Adithya and Anjali part
- The villains entry.( glimpse)
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Ashok's world shattered in an instant, the news hitting him like a physical blow. His usually calm demeanor crumbled, overtaken by a raw, explosive fury that surged through him uncontrollably. "WHAT? SUHAIL DID WHAT?" The words escaped his lips as a ferocious roar, the shock and disbelief amplifying his voice until it echoed off the sterile walls of the hospital corridor.
His grip on the phone tightened so much that his knuckles turned white, and the veins on his forehead throbbed with the intensity of his anger. Each detail of Suhail's unspeakable cruelty locking a defenseless girl in a frozen basement was like fuel to the fire raging within him. The image of the poor girl shivering, her breath fogging in the cold air, tormented him. Ashok's teeth ground together in a futile attempt to contain the storm inside, but it was impossible. The cruelty was beyond comprehension, and knowing that it was his own nephew who had committed such an atrocity only deepened the wound.
But as the fury raged within him, his gaze shifted to his niece, lying frail and broken on the hospital bed. Her tiny body, once so full of life, was now curled up in a ball, shivering even under the heavy blanket. She was awake, her eyes wide with fear, darting around the unfamiliar room as though she were a trapped animal.
Ashok knelt beside her, his heart aching at the sight. "Sweetheart, it's Uncle Ashok," he said gently, trying to mask the turmoil in his voice. "You're safe now, I'm here."
But her eyes filled with tears, and she pulled away from him, her small hands covering her ears as she began to whimper. "No... no... don't... don't hurt me..." she stammered, her voice trembling with fear. She sounded like a child—her speech fragmented, her words slurred, as though the trauma had regressed her to a younger age.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," Ashok whispered, his voice breaking as he reached out to her. But the moment his hand brushed her arm, she shrieked, recoiling from him as though his touch burned. "Please, sweetheart, it's me... it's your uncle..."
She shook her head violently, her sobs growing louder. "No! You're Bad Uncle! You will hurt me!" Her cries echoed in the room, each one like a knife twisting in Ashok's heart. He could hardly bear the sight of her like this—so small, so broken, a shadow of the lively girl she used to be.
