Heal Me

45.The Unspoken Truth

Esha's POV
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I sat alone in the corner of the small, cold room, my knees drawn up to my chest. The darkness around me felt suffocating, as if it were pressing in from all sides. My heart thudded in my chest, and the tears kept falling, each one a reminder of how helpless I felt. I wasn’t sure how long I had been here—time seemed to stretch endlessly in the silence. I had no idea what was happening or why I was locked away in this tiny, dark room. All I knew was that I was terrified.

The memories of the events that had led me here were a blur. I remembered being dragged through the house by Arjun’s men, hearing his cold, emotionless voice commanding them, seeing the fear in their eyes whenever he spoke. My brother had always been distant, but I had never seen him like this—so cold, so controlling. What had changed? Why was he acting this way?

I wiped my tears away, trying to calm myself. I couldn’t think straight when I was like this. I had to stay strong, I told myself. I had to figure out a way out of here.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the harsh sound of chains rattling. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. The door creaked open, and I looked up, my breath caught in my chest. A tall figure stood in the doorway, his silhouette dark and menacing. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but I could feel the danger radiating off him.

He stepped into the room, and before I could react, his large hand gripped my arm tightly. “Get up,” he ordered, his voice low and cold.

“Let go of me!” I screamed, trying to break free, but his grip was unyielding. My body trembled with fear. He didn’t care about my protests. Without another word, he pulled me to my feet and dragged me out of the room, my feet stumbling as I struggled to keep up with his pace.

I couldn’t help it. I panicked. I tried to push him away, but it was no use. He was too strong. My heart was racing, and my thoughts were scattered. Where was I being taken? What did they want from me? My mind swirled with questions, but I couldn’t find the answers.

We reached the end of the narrow hallway, and there, standing at the threshold of the next room, was someone I never expected to see.

Arjun.

My heart sank when I saw him. He was walking towards us, his face unreadable, his eyes flat and emotionless. I could hardly believe it. Arjun. My own brother. The person I had trusted most in this world.

When he saw me, I thought for a moment that I saw something flicker in his eyes—a moment of hesitation, a flash of guilt, maybe? But it was gone as quickly as it appeared. He approached us without a word, his expression cold, and then he spoke.

“Let her go,” Arjun said, his voice sharp.

The man who had been holding me immediately released my arm and stepped back without saying anything. I couldn’t understand what was happening. Why was Arjun letting me go? Why did he look so distant, so detached?

Before I could ask him anything, he grabbed my wrist and began pulling me down the hallway. “Arjun, where are we going?” I asked, my voice shaky. “Please, just tell me what’s going on. Why are you doing this?”

He didn’t answer. He just kept walking, his grip tight on my wrist. His silence was suffocating. I tried again, desperate to get some kind of response from him.

“Arjun, please! I’m your sister. I’m your family! How can you just—”

“Stop,” Arjun interrupted, his voice low but firm. “Not now, Esha. You don’t understand.”

The words hurt more than I expected. How could he say that? I did understand. I was his sister, and he was doing something terrible to me. I had always looked up to him, trusted him, and now I felt like a stranger was standing in front of me.