𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟖:- 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢(𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭)

Nari stood frozen, adrenaline surging as memories of her past-a series of cold goodbyes-rushed in.

Glancing at the chaotic scene, her heart raced with a realization: she had spent her life running from a truth she didn't even know existed.

Nari's childhood home was a small, rundown apartment with peeling wallpaper and a view of a brick wall. Her mother's laughter filled the air, but beneath it lay something unspoken and dark.

Every evening, Nari would sit with her mother on their worn couch, craving connection.
"Why don't we go outside, Mom?" she'd ask, watching children play below.

Her mother would smile hesitantly. "Not today, sweetie. It's not safe."

Those words painted the world outside as a place full of threats, and Nari grew up in their shadow.

Tensions grew as Nari overheard her mother's whispered phone calls. "We can't stay here. It's not safe."

One night, they packed in silence and left under the cover of darkness.

Years later, Nari would remember her mother's cold words as they drove away. "You're too much trouble. This is better for both of us." Her young heart shattered, but she couldn't grasp the depth of the betrayal.

In their new life, Nari's mother grew distant, leaving her to battle loneliness. At school, Nari struggled to fit in, her classmates' whispers and judgment cutting deep. She masked her pain with forced smiles and poured her dreams of escape into her journal.

"I will be free," she wrote, clinging to a hope she didn't yet understand.

As Nari grew older, the rumors began. "Did you hear? Her mom left because she couldn't handle being a single parent." The whispers stung, and her classmates' laughter felt like knives.

One night, desperation pushed Nari to confront her mother.
"Why did you leave us? Was I not enough?" she screamed.
Her mother's vacant eyes revealed nothing. "It was complicated, Nari. You wouldn't understand."

But the silence only deepened Nari's resentment and confusion. What was her mother hiding? The truth seemed just out of reach, leaving Nari feeling more alone than ever.

As Nari grew older, her determination to uncover her past intensified. Late nights were spent scouring the internet, searching for any traces of her father-the man her mother had claimed was dead. The pieces she found hinted at a darker reality: connections to a criminal underworld that made her mother's secrecy more understandable yet unbearable. Each revelation sent shivers down her spine, pushing her closer to the truth she could no longer ignore.

Attempts to confront her mother about these discoveries were futile. "Why can't you just tell me the truth?" Nari demanded, her voice cracking.

But her mother only responded with silence or deflection, her once comforting presence now an unyielding wall.

The tension between them grew unbearable, and Nari made a choice that would change her life: she would leave and find the answers on her own. It was reckless but necessary-a step toward reclaiming her identity.

"I'm leaving," Nari declared one evening, standing firm in their dimly lit living room. "I deserve to know who I am and who my father was."

Her mother's face tightened with fear and anger. "You don't know how dangerous it is to dig into the past," she warned, her voice shaking.