" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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After witnessing the full force of Suhail's fury and the gruesome scene that followed, I knew without a doubt I could not stay here anymore. Not in this mansion where my tormentor roamed freely, his presence clinging to every corner like a shadow I could not outrun. The walls seemed to close in, each room holding memories of fear and pain. The very air felt heavy, suffocating, wrapping around me like invisible chains, binding me to a place where I was watched, controlled, and slowly unraveling. Every creak of the floorboards, every flicker of light, reminded me of him, of the terror he brought into my life. This house, once a symbol of safety, now felt like a prison, and I was its unwilling captive.
That was why I had begged my bhai to take me away, to free me from this nightmare. But when he told me someone was out there, plotting to kill me, my entire world fell silent. My heart stopped, my breath caught in my throat, and a cold numbness spread through my body. Danger had become my closest companion, always lurking just out of sight, waiting for the next chance to strike. It was not new, this feeling of being hunted, but hearing it spoken aloud made it real, too real. My mind went blank, unable to process the weight of his words.
I could not cry. I could not scream. All I could do was laugh, a bitter, hollow sound that came from the hopelessness rooted deep inside me. It was not amusement, but a painful acceptance of my fate. Life had always been cruel, dangling hope in front of me like a fragile thread, only to snap it away at the last moment. Every time I thought I was close to freedom, to peace, something pulled me back into the darkness. Maybe angels were never meant for me. Maybe it was the devils who had surrounded me from the start, their whispers guiding my path, their hands shaping my pain.
The only fragments of safety I could hold onto now were Uncle Ashok and Rehan. Their presence was like a faint light in the chaos, a small promise that I was not entirely alone. Uncle Ashok's steady voice, his calm strength, made me feel protected, even if just for a moment. Rehan's quiet kindness, his familiar face, reminded me of better days, of a time when I could still smile without forcing it. I let out a long, shaky breath and sank into the bed, my body heavy with exhaustion. I stared at the ceiling, the plain white surface blurring as my mind drifted back over the years, the life I had led, if it could even be called a life.
Every moment, every choice, had been shaped by necessity. Nothing was ever truly mine. The career I chose? It was not about passion or dreams, it was survival, a way to keep moving, to stay hidden. The places I lived? They were not homes, they were shelters, chosen for protection, for their distance from him. The friendships I avoided? That was caution, a wall I built to keep others safe from the danger that followed me. Every path I took was designed to make me invisible, to keep me out of his reach. No parties with laughter and music. No spontaneous plans to explore the city. No afterwork dinners with colleagues sharing stories. I had erased myself, become a ghost, just to escape the nightmare of my past.
But even with all my efforts, I failed. Because he still found me. Suhail still dragged me back into this hell, his presence a constant reminder of the pain he inflicted. His apologies, his guilt, meant nothing to me. They could not undo what he had done, could not erase the scars he had left on my soul. And now, I was not sure if I even wanted to live anymore. I was tired of surviving, of fighting a battle that never seemed to end. The thought weighed on me, heavy and cold, pulling me deeper into despair.
