loving Unconditionally(COMPLETED)

💕chapter eight💕

Arthit's POV

It's been a long time since I last saw her. Nine years. Nine long, hard, and painful years of my life. All this time it seems to me that I had lost my soul. I lost myself somewhere. It was extremely excruciating to feel this all. To experience the painful pull of your heartstrings every time you think about that special someone. Just the mere thought of her made my eyes teary every time. I used to cry my heart out almost every night. My heart was bleeding from inside. My heart was begging for her one look. Just one glance was all I needed. But she was nowhere. She left me with a broken heart. Even when she was unbeknownst to my feelings, I felt betrayed. I was completely shattered.

The only thing that kept me in my senses was my ambition. A goal to achieve. A destination to reach. And that dream was becoming a successful doctor. A psychiatrist.

A hope to see her again was always present in my heart. I remembered my promise. A promise of a perfect future. A future I wanted to give her. That was the only thing that kept me alive.

Now I am a psychiatrist. Doctor for mentally unbalanced patients. I deal with their mental health. The people who lost their interest in life. someone who lost their family due to any tragedy. I help them to deal with their situations calmly. Give them the courage to live life beautifully.

I completed my promise. I achieved something in my life. Something to look forward to in the future...

Now all I was looking forward to seeing my angel. The love of my life...
Reason for my being. I searched for her everywhere I could think of but wasn't able to find her. I went to her old house to get any information but all my efforts were useless.

Praying was the last option I had. So that's what I did. I prayed to God for bringing my love to me.

Shaena's POV

Today was a good day and hectic too. There was an inter-school exhibition. Our school had participated in the exhibition. I helped my students with their models and projects. They decided to go with something unique so after a long time of analysis, we made a model for slum peoples.

It was fun to watch them. They worked so hard for their projects. I could feel their passion for learning. I am extremely proud of them. They made me realise my importance in their life. They made my dream come true of having such dedicated learners.

But now I am tired. All I want to have good sleep now.

The exhibition was very grand. It comes to end in the late evening. Now it's dark outside and my home was at fifteen minutes walk.

I started my journey with all these thoughts. In the halfway, I saw some boys coming towards me. They were tripping on their feet and were not able to walk straight. Maybe they were drunk. I was scared to hell when I saw them coming near me. I didn't what to do. So I did what I could thought the best.

I ran in the opposite direction. I was running with all I had in me. But maybe was not that fast. After some time I felt a grip on my wrist. I tried very hard to escape from there. But all my efforts were useless. They started dragging me by using my hair. My heart was racing so fast that I felt it would come out anytime now.

I started to yell for help. Tears were leaking from my eyes. I begged them to leave me. But all goes in the trash.

They started tearing my clothes one by one. I was fighting them with all my power. One of them slapped me so hard on my face and I lost my consciousness from fear and pain.

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