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As Ayansh proudly introduced me to his uncle and aunt, my heart skipped a beat. I felt a cold shiver down my spine, memories of the past flooding back to me.
I tried to maintain my composure, but my grip on his hand tightened involuntarily.
As that man's gaze met mine, I felt a surge of fear and discomfort. Despite my best efforts to hide it, my unease was palpable.
My smile faltered, replaced by a forced expression of politeness.
Every word reminded me of the things he had done to me.
I struggled to find my voice, my mind reeling with conflicting emotions.
Inside, a storm raged. Anger, fear, and confusion battled for dominance.
How could I confront this man, standing there so casually, when he was the source of my pain?
The pain that took years for me to overcome now stood in front of me, as if nothing had happened.
The protests I made, his demands, his blaming, his threats—everything echoed in my ears, while the incidents played like a movie in front of my eyes.
It was as though time had stood still, and I was once again face to face with the nightmare I thought I had left behind.
But I knew I couldn't remain silent any longer. It was time to confront him, to stand up for myself, even if it meant facing the terrifying memories head-on.
"Hello, Shreesha, we've heard so much about you from him; he wouldn't stop rambling whenever we were on a call," Aunt said, chuckling and bringing me out of my daze.
Still trying to process the shock, I was finding it hard to believe that the man I loved was somehow related to the man I despised the most.
"Shree?" Ayansh, who was beside me, tried to get my attention.
Finally snapping out of my shock, I jerked my hand away from his.
Ayansh looked at me, clearly shocked by my reaction.
I couldn't take it anymore. What he had done to me was unforgivable. I couldn't stay silent knowing he was so casual about it while I had been suffering for years.
"You didn't die yet," I asked, glaring at the man in front of me.
"What—" he began.
"You had a paralysis attack, right? I wish you would have died," I exclaimed, only to receive a slap across my right cheek.
"What the hell?" Ayansh and Arush exclaimed, both shocked.
"Don't talk to my husband like that," his aunt, the one who slapped me, said angrily.
