BOOK 1 OF THE UNEXPECTED SERIES
In a world where tradition clashes with modernity, Vaidehi is a modern-day princess bound by society's rigid expectations.
Saransh, a brooding prince with a shadowed past, one he's not keen to reveal. Despite his nobl...
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(A/N: Often when a person who is drunk stands under cold water or washes their face with it, the effects of intoxication are reduced. So when Vaidehi turned on the cold shower, Saransh became quite sober and the rest you can read further.) _________
"Please!" My voice cracked as I banged against the door one last time, my forehead pressing against the cold wood. Still, the door remained locked.
She wasn't going to let me in.
Why would she, anyway?
With a defeated sigh, I stepped away, my hand sliding down the doorframe as I turned towards the sink. The weight of my mistakes settled in my chest like a stone, suffocating me, making it hard to breathe. I twisted the faucet handle, letting the icy water rush out. Cupping my hands, I splashed it onto my face, each drop stinging as it brought me closer to sobriety. I wanted to drown in it-to wash away everything: the drunken haze, the guilt, the ache in my bones.
But nothing could erase what I had done.
Water dripped from my chin as I exhaled shakily, my gaze falling to the counter. That's when I saw it.
A penknife.
The blade gleamed under the soft bathroom light, as if it had just been cleaned. My fingers twitched at my side, a strange unease crawling down my spine.
Why was it here? Who washed it?
A memory struck me then-Vaidehi's thighs. The faint scars, the ones I had barely noticed before but now stood out like open wounds in my mind.
Had she...?
A sharp pang lanced through my chest. The room tilted for a second as realisation crashed over me.
Was I the reason she-
No. No, no, no.
The thought spiraled, a dark cloud consuming every rational part of me. My hands clenched into fists as I struggled to breathe. Vaidehi-this strong, fierce woman-had she been hurting herself because of me? Because of everything I put her through?
