𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 : 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

~🥀 The Freeze Fades 🥀~

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{ If you can’t vote, then just leave. I don’t mind, but stop stressing me out and lowering my confidence. }

Haseena’s POV

My whole body felt like it was drowning in exhaustion, curled up on the couch with no energy left to fight against fate. The weight of everything pressed down on me—my captivity, my helplessness, my aching body.

And then, just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, I felt it.

A strange wetness pooled beneath me, sending a jolt of realization through my sluggish mind. My breath hitched. No. Not now. Not here.

Forcing my aching body to move, I dragged myself to the washroom, my hands trembling as I checked. My heart sank.

Shit.

I had gotten my periods.

Panic began to creep in. There were no pads, no tampons, not even a menstrual cup. Nothing. Even Meera wasn’t here—wherever the hell she was. I was alone. Trapped.

My mind spiraled into overthinking. What if I bled through my clothes? What if I stained the couch? What if—?

I shut my eyes, inhaling sharply, trying to force my thoughts to settle. But they didn’t. Because the reality remained the same—I had no one to ask for help.

Except him.

Mr. Bedil.

A name I had given him myself. Heartless. And he was. He had kidnapped me without a second thought, disregarded my life, my choices, and for what?

Lust. That’s all men ever knew—lust, power, control.

Love? It didn’t exist in their world. It certainly didn’t exist in his.

But no matter how much I despised him, I had no other option.

The mere thought of approaching him made my stomach twist with unease. My hands felt clammy, my face burned with embarrassment. How could I even bring this up? It was awkward. Humiliating, even. Asking a man for something so personal—it felt unbearable. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts. What if he looked at me weirdly? What if he didn’t understand? What if he mocked me? But I couldn’t suffer in silence. As much as I wanted to disappear, I had to push past the discomfort.

I had no choice.

Summoning every ounce of courage, I stepped out of my room.

The palace was eerily quiet, bathed in the dim glow of night. My stomach churned with unease, every step heavy with hesitation. I had no idea where his room was, so I descended the stairs, hoping to find someone—anyone—who could help.

And just as I reached the last step, the grand doors creaked open.

My breath hitched.

Rana Sa stepped inside, his presence commanding as ever, his tall frame cutting through the silence like a shadow. But he wasn’t alone. Rajveer was with him.

The moment Rajveer’s eyes met mine, he instantly bowed his head, his posture stiff, his hands clasped behind his back.

I had seen this before—the same quiet submission, the same unwavering respect when I had tried to escape. As if bowing before Anubhav was instinctive, a silent acknowledgment of power.

But right now, I wasn’t thinking about that.

His sharp gaze flickered to me, a flash of surprise crossing his features.