She was never meant to survive. A childhood marked by terror, a father who once tried to kill her—she carries wounds that run deeper than flesh. Love is a distant dream, trust a luxury she cannot afford. Every touch is a reminder of the past, every whisper a ghost of betrayal.  

Then he enters her life—her husband, a man she never asked for, never wanted. He is steady where she is broken, patient where she is restless. He doesn’t try to fix her, doesn’t demand the impossible. Instead, he stays. He listens. He waits.  

But healing is never easy. Shadows of the past refuse to be buried, and love alone may not be enough to silence the screams in her mind. As old demons rise and the walls she built begin to crumble, she must decide—will she keep running, or will she finally let someone in?  

A story of scars and survival, of pain and passion, and of a love that refuses to let go.  
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"How's her injury? Is it bad? What the doctor said?" 


Holding onto Eshan's neck, with Eshan hoisting me in his arms when we entered our home, his mother rushed to us. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I did not want to do anything with her right now. As my head was buried in Eshan's chest, it helped me with carrying out my charade.


"Mom, she's sleeping, we'll talk later," Eshan whispered. He played along because he obviously knew I was acting. After those kisses, we had soon left the hospital. Eshan and I did not get to talk much for the infusion were over. Arjun then had brought the nurse and after settling things there, we had no reason to be in the hospital.


The ride back to the home was a silent affair. I was trying to make sense of everything, and Eshan looked lost in thoughts as well. Only Arjun had been in the mood of passing teasing remarks. His teasing was also the reason I had closed my eyes to avoid getting embarrassed.


Chapter 222 - Love it or hate it, you’re stuck with this mean person for life.