Her Nightmare | 18+

|| Chapter 97 ||

Physical intimacy during pregnancy is completely normal.

About the doctor's advice, she suggested avoiding it but it wasn't a strict ban.

It was just normal advice. If there were serious complications, she would have strictly forbidden it and Pari and Dev would have definitely followed that.

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RENYA

I kept staring up at the ceiling, my mind spinning in endless loops, dragging painful memories to the surface again and again. It was like my own thoughts had turned against me, making it impossible to escape the torment.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears that were on the verge of spilling over, my chest tight with the weight of it all.

That's why I pretended to sleep earlier. I needed Parinidhi to leave. I didn't want her to see me like this, to feel the heaviness of my pain. She had already been through so much, and she had finally found her peace. The last thing I wanted was to drag her down into my darkness.

I never wanted to burden her with the truth, never wanted her to see the ugliness of my past. But the fear that she might misunderstand me, that she could distance herself from me, forced my hand. The thought of losing her, of being left alone again, terrified me. So, I told her everything.

Because, for the first time in my life, someone accepted me. Someone looked at me and didn't see just another broken thing. She cared for me, spoke to me with respect, and made me feel seen. And the thought of losing that—of having it all taken away—was unbearable. It compelled me to spill every dark secret, every scar.

I had always been the girl who was a burden to her parents, so much so that they sold me for a few coins, without hesitation, without a second thought.

The same girl who, instead of playing with toys, had become one for men who saw me as nothing more than an object to use. I was molded, shaped by their desires, while they cared nothing for how many pieces of me shattered along the way.

For years, I lived as nothing more than a shell. A living corpse, devoid of hope, convinced that love and respect were things I would never be worthy of.

The men I had met never truly looked at me—they looked through me, at what was beneath the surface, twisting their intentions in ways that made me feel hollow.

They made me believe that I was nothing more than an object to satisfy their hunger—never someone to be loved.

But then he came along. He changed everything.

The moment I saw him—no, the moment he saw me—was the moment I began to question everything I had accepted about myself.

His eyes never wandered, never strayed below my face. Even when I felt him trying to hide it, his gaze always held mine, filled with something I had never known before.

In his eyes, I saw respect. I saw care. And that look—so pure, so devoid of lust—made me believe that maybe, just maybe, I deserved love after all. That I could have a future. A life. A husband. A family.

Family... a word I had grown to despise. My own family had never treated me like one of theirs.

Yet here he was, this man who looked at me as if I was worth everything, offering me a chance at something I had long ago given up on. And because of him, I wanted to believe. I wanted to give myself that chance. I wanted to give him that chance, too.