Ashta's eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity, her smile twisted.
She stalked through the deserted alley, Rhea's frightened form coming into view.
Rhea's eyes widened, terror etched on her face.
"Ashta, please...."
Ashta's laughter echoed maniacally, sending chills down Rhea's spine.
The knife glinted in Ashta's hand, its edge razor-sharp.
Rhea's pleas fell on deaf ears.
Ashta's gaze locked onto Rhea's, her eyes blazing with hatred.The knife rose, poised for the fatal strike.
Rhea's scream was cut short.
Ashta plunged the knife into Rhea's chest, the sound of tearing flesh echoing through the alley.Rhea's eyes froze, her body crumpling.Ashta's laughter grew louder, her grip on the knife tightening but as she gazed at Rhea's lifeless form, her expression faltered.A flicker of horror crossed her face.
She took a step back, knife still lodged in Rhea's chest.
Ayan's voice echoed in the distance, calling out Ashta's name.Ashta's head turned, her eyes locking onto Ayan's horrified face.
The truth dawned on him.
Ashta's grip on the knife loosened. Ayan rushed forward, but Ashta's eyes had already emptied.She stood, frozen, her mind reeling from the consequences of her actions.
"What have I done?" she whispered.
Ayan's face contorted in shock and grief.
"Ashta, what have you done?" he echoed.
The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with the weight of Ashta's crime.Ayan's eyes blazed with a mix of shock, grief, and rage. He stared at Rhea's lifeless body, then back at Ashta.
His face twisted in anguish.
"Ashta, how could you?" he whispered.
Ashta's gaze remained vacant, her grip on the knife still slack.Ayan's eyes locked onto the knife, his jaw clenched.In a flash, he grabbed the knife and pulled it out of Rhea's chest.Ashta didn't flinch, her eyes frozen on Ayan's face.With a swift, deadly motion, Ayan plunged the knife into Ashta's chest.Her eyes widened, a faint gasp escaping her lips.
The knife lodged deep, Ashta's body crumpling beside Rhea's.Ayan stood, panting, his eyes fixed on the two lifeless forms.The alley fell silent, except for the sound of his ragged breathing.He had avenged Rhea's death, but at what cost?His eyes dropped to the ground, tears streaming down his face.
"What have I done?" he whispered, echoing Ashta's words.The darkness closed in around him, his world shattered.Two lives lost, destroyed by love turned to madness.The sound of sirens echoed in the distance, growing louder.Ayan's gaze remained fixed on Ashta and Rhea, his heart heavy with grief and regret.
The consequences of his actions would haunt him forever.
Ayan's eyes flashed open, his chest heaving.
He was drenched in sweat, his sheets tangled.
For a moment, he lay frozen, disoriented.
The vivid images lingered, seared into his mind.
Ashta's twisted smile.
The knife.The lifeless body.
Ayan's mind recoiled in horror but as he gazed around his darkened room, reality slowly sunk in.
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A Tale Of Hidden Scars ✔️
Historia Corta[Need editing] *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...
