The uncle returned home, sinking into his creaky wooden chair. A laugh escaped him, sharp and cruel, echoing through the room like that of a hyena. He clapped his hands, mocking gratitude as he whispered a twisted thanks to his deceased brother and his own parents for the fortune that had come his way. In the still of the night, he crept into Shiv’s room.
Shiv was lying on the cold floor, his body frail from dehydration and malnutrition. His eyes were vacant, his spirit crushed by years of torment. The uncle looked at him with cold indifference and said, "You're dead to this world. Stay in this room if you want. Or follow your parents. The choice is yours."
Shiv, his heart heavy with grief, met his uncle's gaze for the briefest moment. With a silent sob, he curled up on the floor, retreating into the small space he had left for himself. The uncle slammed the door shut with a force that made the walls tremble, sealing Shiv in once more.
As the day broke, Shiv slowly opened his eyes. For the first time in what felt like years, there was a flicker of hope in his heart, something small, yet powerful.
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I See The Light
Romantizma boy with poisoned past and a nosy introverted girl intangeld in destiny and pure hearts, what will the circumstances of this fearless freedom?
