The Threads of Destiny

Chapter Thirty-Three

The weight of his gaze on me, the heat of his touch, it all felt like a nightmare, one I couldn't escape.

We were both bare, the air thick with anticipation. But something inside me snapped. It wasn't just the physical closeness-it was everything that had led us to this point. The pain. The lies. The betrayals. I felt trapped in a place I no longer belonged. My body might have responded, but my heart and mind screamed to stop.

His hands were on me, sliding down my skin with familiar possessiveness, but I couldn't ignore the growing discomfort, the tightness in my chest. This was supposed to be a moment of connection, but all I could feel was the weight of what had happened between us-the anger, the hurt, the abuse that lingered in my memories.

Yuvraj's lips moved to my neck, his breath hot against my skin, but all I could feel was the chill of the past closing in on me. I recoiled, my heart pounding in my ears.

"No," I whispered, my voice trembling.

He stopped, his eyes searching mine for an explanation. "Aisha, what is it?" he asked, his voice heavy with confusion and a hint of frustration.

I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. Instead, I pulled away, my hands trembling as I covered my chest, feeling exposed-not just physically, but emotionally. This wasn't right. It never would be again.

"I can't," I gasped, trying to breathe through the rising panic. "I can't do this with you."

I stood up shakily, my body unsteady as I reached for my clothes, trying to cover myself. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't bear to look at him.

I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be with him. Not like this.

The tears began to spill over as I struggled to get dressed. The fabric of my shirt seemed to choke me, but I couldn't stop. I had to leave. I had to escape.

"I'm sorry," I choked out, my voice barely audible. But I couldn't stay.

My heart was breaking with every step I took toward the door. Yuvraj was silent, but I could feel his presence behind me, his gaze a burning reminder of everything that had once been and everything that could never be again.

I walked out of the room, the tears streaming down my face, my heart aching with each step. The hallway felt endless, each footfall echoing in my mind, reminding me that I was leaving something behind. But I couldn't stay. Not like this.

As I reached the door, my breath came in sharp gasps. I wasn't sure if it was the overwhelming weight of emotions, the exhaustion from all the fighting inside me, or something else. But suddenly, everything around me started to spin.

I collapsed onto the floor, the world going black.