The story revolves around a girl whose promise, trust was broken by a man who she loved, trusted the most..
"when you will grow up, we will be together forever" a little 15 yr boy said making little Elaina to blinked her eyes Innocently before she n...
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Why was he kissing me? How could he just do this? He is married. This is so wrong on so many levels. My heart wasn’t listening to my brain—my brain was screaming to stop but my heart is going against it, and I hated myself at that moment. I tried to free myself, but I couldn’t.
“Stop,” I said, but my voice felt distant, like it was coming from somewhere far away.
“Stop!” I repeated, and suddenly, my eyes shot open. I was panting, as if I had run a marathon.
I struggled to steady my breath, my heart racing wildly. I felt like I had done something terribly wrong. But thank God, it was just a dream. Nothing more.
I tried to console myself. It was nothing. It didn’t mean anything. I pulled myself together and headed to the bathroom.
After freshening up and getting ready for the day, the flashes of that dream kept resurfacing, distorting my thoughts and blurring my vision.
"Stop, Elaina. He is married. You need to accept it and move on. You can't hurt other woman for your own selfishness," I whispered to myself, trying to steady the chaos inside me as I left the room.
Descending the stairs, I saw my family gathered around the dining table. I made my way towards them.
“Good morning, everyone,” I greeted them, and they all responded back with a smile.
We began our breakfast, but my gaze unintentionally flickered to his lips. There was a cut on them. But it couldn’t have been from me—that was just a dream, just a fleeting nightmare. I tried to reason with myself.
“Aviyaan and Shanaya, we need to talk,” Aadhav Uncle's voice cut through my thoughts. His tone was different—authoritative, almost angry. It wasn’t the calm, strict demeanor he usually carried, but something else that made his presence more intimidating.
Aviyaan nodded.
After breakfast, I helped my mom and Shreya Aunty with some chores. University was starting from tomorrow, and I needed to focus, to throw myself into something productive. Maybe if I kept busy, I’d forget about him—at least for a while.
As I was putting away the dishes, I overheard Shreya Auntie speaking to my mother.
“Shanaya... I don’t like her at all. What could Aviyaan have seen in her? Beauty isn’t everything. She lacks basic ethics. Today, I asked her to do the morning aarti, and she said she couldn’t do it. She didn’t even know how to do it,” Shreya Aunty said, her face twisted in disapproval.
“Yes, you’re right, Bhabhi,” my mom added. “Even yesterday, I saw her leaving late at night. It's not like we give her restrictions, but at least she could have asked.”
