chandsitare
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- Parts 16
Some nights leave marks deeper than any bruise. Some mornings shatter innocence in ways words cannot capture.
Bondita was only sixteen when a night she could barely remember changed everything. The line between protection and betrayal blurred, leaving her fragile, trembling, and scarred.
Anirudh-her patibabu, her protector-woke to a horror he could not undo, guilt gnawing at his soul with every heartbeat. Every touch, every glance, every attempt at care carried the weight of a past neither could erase.
The fear, the shame, the pain-they linger like shadows, whispering that the world is broken. Yet somewhere, deep beneath the hurt, a fragile thread of trust remains.
Could they ever rise from the ruins of that night, mend what was shattered, and allow themselves to feel hope again? Could they learn to trust, to heal, to maybe-even in the darkest corners-love one another?