The Destiny Of Red String

PART 28||RAIN 🖤

"Life's biggest blessing is getting him in my life "
~shanaya raisinghani ~

When people become devils they walk through the darkest hell with no hope of life and end up being the monster from whom they feared something ago.

Shanaya raisinghani always thinks that she was a monster.

And the darkest thing of her life makes her that.
She was a monster who feeds on Soul not having a single bit of emotions in her body or nerves .

A hollow body.

But what made Shanaya like that
Her dreams .

The dreams that will make you feel the pain of killing you in a thousand different ways but that will be not enough to express what she feels, the devil chases her until they don't get the pleasure of seeing her suffer cry and destroy herself bit by bit losing herself.

The dream
Capturing her body not allowing her to move a single bit not a single nerve in her body haunting her till the hell.

Demons of hell pitted her.

The Mara

being unable to move or speak, as well as the sense of being held down by a malevolent, often supernatural, intruder, capturing her soul not allowing her to move a bit, the demon in the air haunting her ,but all she can do to cry silently, not able to say a single word , chasing her in a middle of night, the pain feels like someone is crushing her chest thousand times giving the demons the pleasure that they yean for from her not allowing her to die but seeing her suffer, they feed themselves from the pain , suffering she gets , not living a single bit of her soul , making her a body hollow from inside.

And ended up making her a monster too, with no emotion, no attachment , when she sneaked a peek through her soul if there were any emotions left and there was nothing left the demons fed on all .

The body with no emotion nothing but hollow from inside, crumbled with the fear of her dreams, thinking they would come again to chase her.

With no hope of staying alive the body was hollow thinking it will be destroyed too.

But james became the hope that she never imagined.

The rain poured relentlessly, the world around them transforming into a glistening blur of silver streaks and soft, rhythmic splashes. Shanaya tilted her head back, closing her eyes as the cool droplets kissed her skin. A childlike laugh escaped her lips as she stretched out her arms, spinning slowly.

James stood under the canopy, his arms crossed, pretending to look unimpressed. But his gaze betrayed him, lingering on the way her dress clung to her curves, her hair plastered against her face, her carefree laughter filling the space between them.

"You'll regret this when you're sneezing for days," he called out, but his voice lacked conviction.

Shanaya turned to him, raindrops glistening on her lashes. "You think I care? Life's too short to worry about colds!"

Before he could respond, she took a playful step backward, slipping slightly on the wet stone. James was by her side in an instant, his hands gripping her arms to steady her.

"Careful, Shanaya," he said, his tone a mix of exasperation and tenderness.

She blinked up at him, rain cascading down her face. "Why do you always have to be so serious?"

"I'm not serious," he replied, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "I'm responsible. Someone has to make sure you don't break your neck out here."

She laughed, shaking her head. "James, just for once, let go. Feel the rain."