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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"Karan was part of this?" I asked Arjun, ignoring two men who had their fists clenched and were in a battle mode. They could take their time to sort out their minds. That was not my preeminent concern at the moment.


Arjun nodded, his hand reached for his chin. His eyes, staring at the fuming men.


"I have to admit that she made a wise choice though," he said while raising his voice a little.


That caught the attention of others. The pair of father and son turned to us, more specifically to Arjun.


Eshan and his father glared Arjun murderously. If possible, they might end up charging at him, beating him without listening to his further explanation. I had to intervene before world war three started in our home.


"The other party kept tabs on everyone except him," Arjun answered, shrugging his shoulders. Murderous aura coming from the pair did not affect him. He ignored them smoothly as if he did not see their thunderous expressions.


Chapter 245 - Learning about the truth (8)