Her Nightmare | 18+

| Unveiling Devansh: A Tale of Justice |

DEVANSH

I learned the raw essence of desperation. It wasn't just a fleeting emotion; it was a visceral force that gripped me, rendering me powerless. I had never felt so utterly vulnerable, so consumed by the need to cling onto her, willing to sacrifice my pride if it meant keeping her by my side. And in that moment of profound desperation, I found myself laying bare my deepest vulnerability, baring my soul in a plea that echoed with the raw intensity of my longing.

"Please, Pari," my voice echoed with raw intensity, every syllable laced with a fervent plea, "Don't leave me. I need you."

As our eyes met, a flicker of hope kindled within me, fervently wishing for her presence to bolster me in this dire moment. Yet, amidst that glimmer of hope, a wave of guilt crashed over me, questioning my right to expect her solidarity after causing her so much anguish.

Pari's hesitant advance momentarily rekindled a flicker of hope within me. Yet, in the blink of an eye, that fragile hope shattered as she abruptly yanked her hand away from mine.

Until then, I had only seen fear in Pari's eyes, fear directed at me. But in that moment, as our eyes locked, I was met with something entirely different – a seething, visceral hatred. It was a gaze so intense, it felt like it could pierce through steel. In those eyes, there was no hint of the affection, only a profound animosity that struck me to the core.

Pari's voice, barely a whisper, sliced through the air, "Do not ever dare to touch me again." Her words, soft but charged with an unmistakable intensity, left no room for misunderstanding.

With those words, she walked away, accompanied by Rahul, and I was left there, consumed by a profound sense of loss. In that moment, the weight of her departure bore down on me like a ton of bricks, crushing me with the stark reality—I had lost Pari. Tears blurred my vision, but perhaps it was for the best, sparing me from witnessing her departure, a sight I couldn't bear to witness.

"Sir, sir... Reshma's urgent voice pierced my ears, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced up to see her gesturing towards Ansh, who trembled in the cold, nestled in my arms.

Suppressing my own pain, I embraced my duty as her older brother, holding her tightly as I swiftly carried her inside.

I gently laid Ansh on the bed, covering her with a duvet, and held her hand in mine as I sat beside her.

Ansh's eyes gently closed, surrendering to the weight of exhaustion, her body weary from the relentless turmoil. Despite her physical resilience, the scars of emotional turmoil remained raw, etched into every tremor that coursed through her.

In a hushed tone, I called out to her, "Ansh."

Her gaze met mine, a torrent of unshed tears pooling in her eyes, reflecting the anguish that besieged her soul. In an instant, she enveloped me in a embrace, seeking solace in the sanctuary of my arms. "Bhaiya," she uttered, her voice trembling with the weight of pent-up emotions.

Her tears cascaded down, each drop a testament to the profound agony she bore. I held her close, feeling her grip tighten on my coat, as if clinging to me for dear life amidst the tempest of her sorrow, her plaintive cries echoing the depths of her anguish.

"Ansh, please don't cry. You're safe here. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear it," I implored, my hands cradling her face, wiping away her tears with trembling thumbs.

Her tear-streaked face tore at my soul, igniting a fierce storm of emotions within me. While compassion flooded my heart, rage surged like a tidal wave, fueled by the injustice she endured.

"Ansh, are you alright?" I asked, my voice strained with emotion. She nodded weakly, but I could see the depth of her pain, hidden behind a façade of false composure.