Samaira Kapoor x Aditya Malhotra
From fierce rivals in the classroom to inseparable partners in love.
Two smart , well -read and insightful law students, solving a crime with focus of suspicion on each other .
But neither of them knows what will h...
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Her hazel eyes went shut, her delicate lashes fluttering briefly before resting peacefully against my chest.
The warmth of her body, once full of energy and life, felt suddenly fragile, like something was slipping away. My heart hammered in my chest, frantic, desperate.
She had fainted in my arms, blood staining her skin in a way that felt far too familiar.
I slammed the door behind me as I dropped her into the medical room, her limp form barely registering in my arms before I laid her down.
And then I sprinted towards my room.
I stood there, motionless in front of the mirror, the blood still fresh on my hands. The reflection staring back at me was a stranger-a man I didn't recognize.
My clothes were torn, soaked with blood.
Her blood.
The woman who had been my enemy, my tormentor, my rival, now lying in that cold room just beyond the door, in pain.
But it wasn't just her blood I saw. It was a lifetime of choices. A lifetime of violence and hatred and regret.
The scent of blood was overpowering, its metallic tang filling the air, suffocating me.
I stood frozen, my body shaking uncontrollably as I stared down at the dark stain spreading across my hands, across my clothes. It was all too familiar-too much like before.
My stomach churned violently, and the world around me began to tilt, the edges of reality blurring like a smear of watercolor on wet paper.
I stumbled back, barely able to breathe, the dizziness creeping up on me like a thief in the night.
I wanted to run. I needed to run. But my legs were weak, and every step felt like I was walking through a nightmare I couldn't escape.
That's when it hit me-the nausea.
The sick, gut-wrenching wave of disgust, of helplessness.
I doubled over, gripping the edge of the basin, trying to steady myself. But the memories came crashing in like a tidal wave, relentless, unforgiving.
"Stop, please stop."
Her voice. Aanya's voice.
That desperate, pleading cry that echoed in my mind, over and over again.
