#Book 1 of HIS Series
Started On : August 2024
Completed On : [ONGOING]
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"When scars run deep, can love heal?
Meet two broken souls, hiding their agony behind masked smiles.
She has suffered unimaginable pain at the hands of someone she trusted.
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I woke up with a sudden jerk, my chest heaving. Not again. Another damn nightmare.
The golden sunlight was just starting to spill into my room, gently washing over the dark corners like it was trying to erase the storm in my head. I blinked at the ceiling, then grabbed my phone from the nightstand.
7:03 AM.
Perfect. I had barely slept for two hours.
Just two hours—and yet, these horrible dreams found their way to me. Again.
"Aah!"I let out a frustrated groan and ran both my hands through my hair, tugging at the roots. The dull pain grounded me, barely.
Dragging myself to the washroom, I looked up at the mirror—and froze.
What a mess.
Swollen eyes, lips trembling, a few stray tears still clinging to my cheekbones. I didn't even realise I was crying. Again.
No. Not today. Not ever. I'm not weak.
I cupped my hands under the tap and splashed cold water on my face—once, twice, again—trying to erase the broken boy staring back at me.
That boy in the mirror... He had lost everything. He had felt everything. And yet, he was still standing.
I shook off the thoughts and stepped into the shower, hoping to wash the chaos away.
After I was done getting ready, I adjusted my cufflinks, sprayed on some cologne, and finally clipped on my watch. All set for today's meeting.
With a straight face and practiced calm, I made my way to the dining hall. I usually skipped meals with the family, preferring the quiet company of my brother. But today... I didn't know. I just wanted to sit with them. For once.
"Good morning, son!" My dad greeted me, his tone light.
I gave a short hum and sat down at my place.
But the moment I did, I noticed the sudden shift.
All eyes were on me.
It was like I had grown two heads or had walked in wearing a wedding sherwani by mistake. Everyone stared—curious, stunned, confused.
"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You... you're eating with us?"My mom asked, surprised.
I frowned, confused.
"What do you mean by that, Mom? I can't eat with my own family now?" My tone was colder than I meant, but I was already on edge.
"Gosh, Aryan, they're asking because you never eat with us," My brother interrupted, giving a casual shrug. "Not breakfast, not lunch, not dinner. You're like a ghost around meals, bro."
