SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

An ambivert-that's what she calls herself. She talks only to those who make her feel safe, and to strangers, she doesn't even spare a glance. At 14, she lost her mother. Since then, she's craved love, warmth, and the kind of comfort that could wash away regrets-but instead, she had to bottle it all up. Everyone knew her name, but no one knew how she truly felt. In 10th standard, with an 11-year-old brother by her side, she tried to step into her mother's place at home. But when talks of her father's second marriage became common, something inside her broke. She lost a belief-the hope that one day she, too, would be loved by a partner. Everyone seemed selfish, and so she decided: fine, she'd be selfish too. They wanted her to marry right after a BA or BSc, to "live like a queen." But a queen is never replaced. Even in death, she remains a queen. Reality, though, is cruel. She didn't know if her thoughts were right or wrong. All she knew was this: she would build her own queendom, and she would rule it. Her love for code became her strength. It pushed her to make the biggest decision of her life-her first fight. Against her only family, her father. She fought for her right to leave home, to study, to one day earn. Hesitant, but unable to deny her fire, her father agreed. From just a "board student till 12th," she transformed into a JEE aspirant-a dropper, yes, but a warrior too. She knows the road won't be easy. But now, she doesn't dream of marriage. She dreams of proving herself. Of proving her worth. Her story is not about being saved. It's about rising. Follow along-this is her daily journey.