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...
"All the drama queens taking swings All the jokers dressin' up as kings, They fade to nothin' when I look at him"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I woke up with discomfort in my hand and chest. As I opened my eyes to examine my surroundings, I saw the IV and noticed I was lying on my chest, propped up with several pillows.
Evyaan sat parallel to me, Reading something on phone.
An involuntary groan escaped my lips when I accidentally pressed on the hand where the IV was attached.
"You're up?" he asked quickly, standing and coming over. I nodded, and he carefully traced his fingers along the IV, checking it.
"I want to sit," I told him, attempting to adjust, but he gently pressed me back onto the pillows.
"Don't put pressure on the IV hand—it'll swell up," he said, rising from his seat.
"I'll help you, okay? Don't get startled," he added, waiting for my nod of consent. I was unable to move without causing pain to my back or the IV, so I nodded in agreement.
He turned me onto my back swiftly but caught my neck before the injured side could touch the bed, then supported my back to help me sit up.
"Is this fine?" he asked, scanning me for any signs of discomfort.
I didn't feel uncomfortable.
All I felt was numb and hurt. The physical pain paled in comparison to the emotional scars.
They were raw, wounded, and bleeding.
"Should I shift you to the other side if you want to sit with support?" he asked again, noting my silence.
"Why are you here, Evyaan?" I questioned, dismissing all his concerns.
"The doctors said they need someone to supervise the patients. Also... do you want to go back to the hotel? I asked Vedika di, and she said she'll arrange a chopper if we want to go back."
"I don't want to."
"I expected that. The doctors brought all the required medication, so they recommend that you both stay here rather than return to the city," he explained, checking the IV again. It had stopped dripping.
"Samayara, keep your hand like this," he said gently, guiding my palm onto the pillow and slipping his hand beneath mine.
His touch was steady, deliberate, and impossibly warm—the very warmth I'd been trying so hard to escape. Yet here it was again, spreading through me like an unwelcome solace.
The second I shut my eyes, guilt stabbed through my chest. Same nightmare, again—Evyaan and Isha caught in a mess they never asked for. Never deserved.
And the worst part? It was my fault.
The bullies' words just wouldn't shut up in my head: Burden. Leech. Parasite.
