Ashta sat in Dr. Patel's office, recounting the previous night's events.
"I had a trigger. I saw him with Rhea, and... I just lost control."
Dr. Patel nodded empathetically.
"Go on."
Ashta's voice trembled.
"I realized I still love Ayan. But he's engaged to Rhea. I feel so helpless."
Dr. Patel leaned forward.
"Ashta, love can't be forced. If someone isn't interested, no amount of effort will change their feelings."
Ashta listened, her expression unreadable.
Dr. Patel continued, "Imagine you're holding a bird in your hand. If the bird wants to fly away, no matter how tightly you grasp, it will eventually escape."
Ashta's gaze drifted, her mind elsewhere.
Dr. Patel's words seemed distant, ineffective.
"But what if I can't let go?" Ashta asked, her tone flat.
Dr. Patel's expression softened.
"Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional. You have the power to choose."
Ashta nodded, her eyes empty.
The session concluded, and Ashta rose from her seat.
Dr. Patel's words echoed in her mind, but her heart remained unmoved.
She walked out of the office, finding Ayan waiting in the hallway, his eyes filled with concern.
"Ashta?" he asked softly.
Ashta's mask slipped into place.
"I'm fine," she lied.
Ayan's gaze searched hers, sensing the truth.
The psychiatrist's words had barely scratched the surface of Ashta's pain.
Her love for Ayan still simmered, a flame that refused to extinguish.
Would she find a way to quench the fire, or would it continue to consume her?
Ashta strolled through the park, lost in thought. The warm sun cast a gentle glow, but her heart remained shrouded in darkness.
An elderly couple caught her attention, hand in hand, smiling at each other.
Ashta's lips curved into a wistful smile.
That's what she wanted - a love that stood the test of time, a partner to share life's joys and sorrows.
But why was it so elusive?
First, her parents, now Ayan... Why couldn't anyone love her?
Self-doubt crept in, like a thief in the night.
Was she unworthy?
Unlovable?
Ashta's eyes welled up, tears threatening to spill.
She sat on a nearby bench, her gaze drifting to the couple.
They laughed, their eyes locked on each other.
Ashta felt a pang in her chest.
Why couldn't she have that?
Ayan's face flashed in her mind.
He had chosen Rhea, reaffirming her fears.
Ashta's thoughts spiraled downward.
"I'm not good enough."
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A Tale Of Hidden Scars ✔️
Historia Corta*Ashta* Entrepreneur | Complex Soul Ashta, a striking and enigmatic figure in her late 20s, is a self-made businesswoman with a razor-sharp mind and a penchant for control. Her raven-black hair and piercing eyes command attention, but beneath her po...
