A story that explores the untold side of those judged as playboys, princesses and coldhearted, weak🌊😮💨🃏
What will happened when a psychopath will meet an innocent girl? Will both be able to get through Abhishek step mom and his so called dad...
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Two weeks ago...
"SIYA! RUN!" A desperate voice echoed, slicing through the chaotic night. "For my sake, Siya, run! Go, go, GO!"
Standing there, frozen in a radiant light-red lehenga, Siya's heart shattered as tears streaked down her face. The jewelry adorning her felt unbearably heavy, weighing her down as if it were crafted from sorrow instead of gold. She looked fragile, bruises scattered across her arms, a testament to a struggle nobody knew. Her heart twisted as she watched her mamu, her brothers—her family—clash with those who had vowed to harm them. She wanted nothing more than to stand beside them, but she was helpless, forced to watch from the sidelines.
"Mamu..." she whispered, a plea caught in her throat. But deep down, she knew the brutal truth. Someone's life would be claimed tonight. This was the price of the feud, a price she could no longer bear.
Suddenly, a gunshot tore through the air, piercing her thoughts. The voice that followed it—her mamu's voice—was unmistakable. He cried out, his strength waning, his life slipping away in mere seconds.
"Avinash!" her aunt screamed, anguish reverberating in every syllable.
"MAMU!" Siya's heart splintered as she watched him fall, the man who had given her a life, who had stood as her father when she had none. Now, he was gone, and she knew, deep in her gut, it was because of her.
"Siya, ja hum dekh lagay!" her aunt urged, her voice choked. "Siya, go! We will handle it!"
Her best friend, her brother, all begged her to leave, their voices weaving a thread of urgency around her, pulling her from the carnage. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay, to fight, but her mamu's dying words, the tearful pleas of her family, left her with no choice. She had to run.
Barefoot, wounded, she fled, her mind swirling as rocks cut into her feet. But the pain in her heart was a thousand times worse. She didn't know where she was headed, only that every step seemed to carry her farther from the life she had known. Her feet carried her to a train station, where she found herself boarding the first train to Manali. All she had with her was her bridal purse, a few bills from her wedding ceremony, and her phone.
As the train sped into the night, she sat down, exhausted, grief-stricken, with nothing but her thoughts and a haunting guilt that refused to loosen its grip. Digging into her phone, she found a photo—a family portrait, taken in happier times. Her eyes blurred as she looked at her mamu's smiling face, the man who had been her rock, her father figure.
Her lips trembled as she whispered to the picture, her voice broken. "It should've been me, Mamu. I'm unlucky... this darkness, this curse, it's poisoned everyone around me. I'm sorry." She traced the outline of his face on the screen, her voice growing softer. "I don't know where life is taking me, but I wish... I wish I could just disappear, so this curse doesn't destroy anyone else."
Slowly, the exhaustion consumed her, pulling her into a fitful sleep as the train rattled on toward Manali. She had no idea what awaited her, no plan, only a fierce desire to escape, to spare the people she loved from whatever curse had latched onto her soul.
In the dim, early morning light, Manali would come into view, but she wouldn't feel the relief she sought. Only the ache of a broken heart that could not heal.
See yaa bass💞💞 please give this book a chance🙏🏼 and suggestion since i am first time writing.. 🙏🏼
