Sinhawrites

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          	I just published "chapter 79" of my story "HIS CONSUMPTION      (Under Editing)". https://www.wattpad.com/1652171798?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=Sinhawrites

Sinhawrites

They had already gone through hell because of me.
          
          "Kyun aaye ho yahan? Chale jao tum dono yahaan se, abhi."
          
          (Why have you come here? Both of you, leave this place right now.)
          
          I whispered, even though somewhere deep inside me, a selfish, desperate part of my heart wanted them to stay. I wanted them to refuse. I wanted them to slap some sense into me for uttering those words.
          
          They had changed.
          
          Purba looked even more beautiful than before—softer, somehow calmer, yet carrying a strength in her that hadn't existed before.
          
          And Atharva...
          
          He looked like a man who had fought wars and survived them.
          
          He was bulkier now, his once softer and almost boyish face sharpened into something more mature, more intimidating. There was something almost frightening about him now, but I would recognise these two even if time stole every familiar feature from their faces.
          
          Even if they grew old.
          
          Even if they went bald.
          
          I would still know them.
          
          "Jaane ke liye thode hi aaye hain, Miru."
          
          (We haven't come here to leave, Miru.)
          
          His voice cracked with the answer.
          
          So did mine.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          Glimpse of the upcoming chapter ✨

Sinhawrites

"Kitaab ke kuch panne kharab ho sakte hain, Mira, par aage ki dastaan toh khud bhi likhi ja sakti hai na?"
          (Some pages of a book can be ruined, Mira, but the story ahead can still be written by us, can't it?)
          
          Tirth said it softly, and I knew exactly what he was trying to tell me. Rewrite. Rebuild. Begin again from the pages that were left torn and stained. I understood the metaphor, perhaps more than he realised. Yes, I can rewrite my fate. I can pick up the pieces and create something beautiful from the wreckage. But rebuilding is not as easy as speaking about it. The foundation beneath me is already cracked, and the confidence, trust, and desire required to build something again have been buried beneath years of pain. Right now, I am thinking about myself. Only myself. Maybe someone would call that selfishness, but if selfishness means protecting yourself from the things that are always waiting to break you, then perhaps being selfish isn't such a terrible thing after all. Perhaps, sometimes, choosing yourself is the only way to survive.
          
          "Ab na kalam badalne ki aur na hi usmein syahi bharne ki koi arzoo hai mujhmein."
          
          (I no longer have the desire to change the pen or refill it with ink)
          
          
          
          
          Glimpse of upcoming chapter ✨

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          "You kidnapped me."
          "You shot my Chacha and Chachi."
          "You dragged me here without my permission."
          She demanded one answer.
          "What do you want from me?"
          Silence.
          Then he stepped closer...
          "Marry me."
          She froze.
          Her heart skipped a beat.
          A marriage she never expected.
          Secrets. Betrayal. Revenge.
          And a love that could destroy them both.
          Would you say yes... or fight to escape?
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Sinhawrites

I dragged trembling fingers through my hair over and over again, desperately trying to escape memories that refused to loosen their grip around my mind.
          
          It felt as though I had been dragged back into that nightmare all over again.
          
          "L-Leave...
          
          Please...
          
          I-I feel...
          
          D-Dirty..."
          
          The words escaped as shattered whispers, carrying every ounce of the horror I had buried inside myself for years. Tears streamed relentlessly down my face as I curled further into myself, desperately wishing I could crawl out of my own skin and leave every horrifying memory behind.
          Darkness started to pull me in it's embrace until a warm hand wrapped around me and started whispering sweet words to me.
          
          "Meri jaan, you are safe----shhh love, breathe love breathe" I heard a very familiar voice but was unable to know who, something was injected in my body at that moment and before I can lose my consciousness I heard the words that pierced my heart so violently.
          "I love you, please come back to me, please" something warm touched my forehead and I felt someone's lips on my forehead, a broken whisper leave through me as I mumbled "d-dont leave".
          
          
          
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