"For the girls who dared to believe in love, only to have their hearts shattered. She craved a love without conditions. He built walls to keep love at bay. Will he surrender to his heart's desire, or will he leave her with nothing but broken dreams?"
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The cold night air bit at Kiara’s skin as she wandered through the city, lost in her thoughts. Her mind raced, the guilt and anger churning inside her like a storm. She needed to escape, to get away from the suffocating feeling that was growing within her. The weight of her parents’ words crushed her. She had always known they didn’t love her, but hearing it so plainly—so cruelly—felt like a wound that would never heal.
She walked aimlessly, her feet carrying her down empty streets. The sounds of the city, distant honking horns, the hum of traffic, felt distant, almost muffled. She was lost in her own pain, consumed by the weight of everything that had happened.
As she walked across a busy intersection, she didn’t notice the car speeding toward her until it was almost too late. The bright headlights blinded her for a moment, and before she could step back, the car screeched to a halt just inches from her.
The door swung open, and a familiar voice called out.
“Kiara!” Agastya’s tone was sharp with disbelief, his voice cutting through her daze.
Kiara stood frozen, her chest tight as she tried to focus on him. He stepped out of the car, his gaze immediately finding the bruise on her cheek.
“What the hell happened to you?” he asked, his voice filled with concern that was quickly replaced by fury. His eyes locked onto her face, the bruise blooming dark on her skin.
Kiara opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat. “They… they hate me,” she whispered, barely able to get the words out. “They’ve always hated me.”
Agastya's jaw tightened, his anger flaring as he stepped forward, his hand gently resting on her arm, as if grounding her. "Get in the car," he said, his voice soft but insistent.
She hesitated for a moment, the ache in her chest too heavy to carry, but she nodded and let him guide her into the car. The tension between them was thick, but neither of them spoke as Agastya drove through the empty streets.
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In the Car
The silence was suffocating, the only sound the hum of the car as it sped through the city. Kiara stared out the window, her mind reeling. She wanted to say something, to explain everything, but the words felt too heavy, too tangled in the mess of emotions inside her.
Agastya’s gaze flickered over to her, his eyes softening as he saw the tears that still streaked down her face. His hand clenched the steering wheel tightly, as if trying to control the fury that bubbled within him.
Finally, he spoke, his voice rough. “You didn’t deserve that, Kiara. You didn’t deserve any of this.”
Kiara looked at him, her heart aching. “Why do you care? You hate me now. You’ve made it clear.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes flickering to the road ahead. “I don’t hate you,” he said, the words coming out in a rush. “I... I was angry. But not at you. At myself. I should have never let you go, Kiara. But when I found out you were involved in all this, I couldn’t see straight. I thought you betrayed me.”
