Evara locked herself in her room, the click of the latch echoing through the silence. She collapsed onto her bed, her body shaking as tears burst forth. The pillow absorbed her sobs, but her anguish seemed to seep into the very walls.
"Marriage is reality," her mother's words taunted her. "A good boy will stabilize your life." The phrases repeated in her mind like a cruel mantra.
As she wept, Evara felt the weight of her family's expectations crushing her. Her dreams, her aspirations, her very identity—everything seemed to be slipping away. Her father's silence was a constant reminder that he didn't believe in her either.
Auntie's judgmental gaze and Rahul's betrayal flashed through her mind, each memory a fresh wound. Evara's heart raced as desperation clawed at her chest.
What about her own desires? Her passions? Her freedom?
The questions swirled, but the answers remained elusive. Evara's tears flowed unchecked, a reflection of her shattered soul.
Hours ticked by, the darkness outside mirroring the void within. Evara's sobs gradually subsided, replaced by a hollow exhaustion.
As dawn crept into her room, Evara rose mechanically. She washed her face, trying to erase the evidence of her tears. But the pain lingered, a constant reminder of her uncertain future.
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FanfictionEvara, once a vibrant child, succumbs to depression as she navigates adulthood. Her smile hides the scars of a tumultuous childhood, marked by witnessing her parents' violent fights and her aunt's son attempted molestation - a secret she kept hidden...
