The Threads of Destiny

"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this."
"Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice.
Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-"
"Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning with hatred.
I shook my head, trembling. "No. I can't. It will hurt. Please."
"You will pay for what you did to Prisha," he spat, dragging me closer to the jagged shards.
"Yuvraj, no!" I screamed as he shoved me forward. The sharp edges pierced my skin, sending searing pain through my feet.
"Walk," he commanded, his voice void of mercy.
"Please, Yuvraj. Stop," I begged, sobbing as the glass tore through flesh.
He laughed cruelly. "This is what you deserve, Aisha. Keep going."

Her broken sobs filled the room, each step she took leaving a trail of blood.

"This is for Prisha," I said, my voice sharp and unyielding.

"Please," she whispered, collapsing onto the floor.

I stood over her, unmoved. "This is just the beginning, Aisha. Your torment has only begun."

Discover more of Aisha and Yuvraj's story in The Threads of Destiny-Book 1 in the Sharma Series. Cover designed by my talented friend @𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐚_𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞