LOGIN“Stop crying, Aruna…”
The voice was faint—coming from her own trembling lips. But the tears refused to stop. Her steps were heavy as she walked down the narrow path away from Revan’s house. The rain poured hard again, biting into her skin, soaking her hair until it clung to her face. But the cold was nothing compared to the ache trembling inside her chest. “He even… threw away the cake…” she whispered hoarsely. Her trembling fingers clutched the dented cake box. “God, I just wanted him to get better… why did it turn out like this?” Her steps faltered as she stumbled toward the parking area where her old motorcycle waited. The lights from Revan’s house still glowed behind her—bright, grand, dazzling. Mocking her. Whispering, You don’t belong here. Aruna started the engine, her hands shaking. The rain lashed against her face mercilessly, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to leave. Far away. From everything. --- “Why, Revan… why were you so cruel to me?” She spoke to the air, to the darkness of the night, to the silent God above. Her sobs were swallowed by the roar of the rain. “I spent every cent I had for that medicine. I worked late, until my hands bled. I thought you’d be happy. I thought… you still loved me.” Her cries broke into the storm, blurring her vision as the wet road shimmered under the dim streetlights. The wipers on her helmet visor couldn’t clear the water fast enough. But Aruna kept riding. Without direction. Without purpose. --- > “Why, God? I didn’t even get to say happy birthday to him…” The words came between sobs. She stopped by the side of the road, taking a long breath, lifting her face toward the sky. Rain and tears mingled on her cheeks. “God… I did everything right, didn’t I? I was loyal, I was honest, I fought for him. So why did he hurt me… like I was nothing?” She lowered her gaze, clutching her abdomen as a faint pain pulsed within—a pain she had been feeling lately. But she never knew the reason. She thought it was just exhaustion. “It’s okay, baby…” she whispered softly, caressing her stomach. “Mommy’s strong. We’re strong…” A flash of lightning split the sky, blindingly bright. Aruna twisted the throttle again, cutting through the curtain of rain down the lonely, slippery road. --- But a small step of fate was already waiting for her. From the distance, headlights approached—blinding, fast, uncontrolled. The horn blared. “BRAAAAK!” Everything happened too quickly. Aruna’s motorcycle spun out of control. Her body was thrown violently against the asphalt. The crash of metal and shattering glass echoed beneath the pounding rain. Her body rolled several meters before coming to a stop in the muddy roadside. Dark red blood streamed down from her temple. Her breaths came ragged, shallow. “Ahh…” Her hand moved weakly, pressing her abdomen—now searing with unbearable pain. A pain that stabbed deep, as if something inside her was crying out. “No… please… don’t…” her voice was faint, carried away by the storm. “My baby…” She tried to crawl, but her body wouldn’t move. The sounds of rain, thunder, and screeching tires blended into chaos. A man rushed out of the stopped car, a black umbrella in his hand, his footsteps splashing through puddles. “Oh God! Miss! Can you hear me?!” Aruna blinked weakly toward the voice. Her vision blurred, everything fading and drifting away. “D-Don’t touch me…” she whispered, barely audible. “I just… want to go home…” The man’s eyes widened when he saw the blood soaking her abdomen. “She’s bleeding out—call an ambulance! Now!” he shouted to someone still in the car. Aruna forced a faint smile, though her body trembled uncontrollably. “No… I’m… I’m fine…” But her lips were pale, and her eyes slowly began to close. --- With the last fragment of consciousness, she pressed her hands against her stomach. “Please… save her…” she whispered weakly. “Don’t let… my baby go…” The rain poured harder. The man knelt beside her, trying desperately to stop the bleeding with shaking hands. “Miss! Stay with me! Hey, can you hear me?! The ambulance is coming!” But his voice was fading—distant, muffled. All the colors around her dulled into gray. Only the sound of rain remained… and the slowing beat of her heart. Aruna’s lips curved into a faint, broken smile as a single tear slipped down her cheek. > “I promise… I’ll live… even if everyone else leaves me behind…” Then, the world went dark. The rain kept falling, washing away blood and pain— and on that silent, rain-soaked road, a girl who had lost everything… had just begun the story of her second life.> “Are you sure this suits me?”Aruna’s soft voice broke the elegant silence of the luxury boutique.She stood before the tall mirror, wrapped in a champagne-colored gown that hugged her figure perfectly. Her face was calm, yet her eyes were sharp — the kind of sharpness born from someone who had learned to hide her scars behind grace.The boutique attendant smiled politely. “Yes, Mrs. Leonard. This gown is from our limited collection. There’s only one in the entire city.”Aruna gave a small nod. “Alright. I’ll take this one—and the black one over there.”She looked at her reflection again, as if trying to convince herself that the woman in the mirror was truly her new self.Before the attendant could write down her order, a shrill, familiar voice echoed from the entrance.> “Oh my God… look who we have here!”Celine stood in the doorway, wearing oversized sunglasses and a flashy dress.Two of her friends giggled behind her, their eyes sweeping Aruna from head to toe.Aruna turned slo
“Excuse me! Is anyone home?”The deep, hoarse voice echoed through the front yard of Leonard’s grand villa.Drizzles of rain dampened the driveway, filling the air with cold and mist.A middle-aged man stood before the tall iron gate. His clothes were plain, his face weary, and his eyes red from holding back tears.It was Mr. Darman — Aruna’s father — the man who had spent months searching for his daughter who had vanished without a trace.The security guard eyed him warily. “Who are you, sir?”“I… I’m Aruna’s father,” he said shakily. “Please… tell her her father is here. I just want to see my daughter, to know she’s alright.”The guards exchanged glances, then one nodded. “Wait here, sir. I’ll let them know.”Mr. Darman nodded, clutching his hat tightly to his chest, his hands trembling.> “Aruna… my child, I hope you really are happy like people say,” he whispered faintly.Meanwhile, Leonard had just stepped out of his car with Aruna when one of the guards approached.“Sir, sorry t
“Aruna, look at me.”Leonard’s voice came calm but sharp from behind the bedroom door.Aruna stood before the tall mirror, dressed in a silver-black satin gown. Her hand slowly brushed through her long hair, now styled elegantly. Her face was expressionless—cold and poised, like a marble statue.“I told you,” she said flatly without turning, “I don’t like being called like that without a reason.”Leonard entered with steady steps, wearing a crisp white shirt and a dark gray suit. His gaze lingered on her reflection.“I have a reason,” he said simply, leaning against the vanity.“Revan is getting married next week.”The comb in Aruna’s hand froze mid-air.Silence filled the room.Slowly, she placed the comb down.“Repeat that,” she said softly.Leonard’s tone held no trace of jest. “Your ex. Revan. He’s marrying Celine.”Aruna smiled faintly—a smile more like a wound than joy.“He forgot quickly,” she murmured.Then she turned, her eyes burning sharp.“And you’re telling me this becaus
“She’s awake! Quick, call the doctor!”The voice echoed faintly in Aruna’s ears, as if coming from a faraway place.Aruna blinked slowly. A blinding white light pierced her eyes. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled her nose.Everything felt unfamiliar. Cold. Empty.“W-where am I?” her voice rasped, barely a whisper.Her body felt heavy. An IV tube was attached to her arm, bandages wrapped around her stomach and head.“Calm down. You’re in the hospital.”A deep, baritone voice came from beside her bed — low, steady, reassuring.Aruna turned her head slightly.Standing there was a man in a sleek black suit. His hair was neatly combed, his features sharp yet composed.His gaze was piercing, but within it flickered something strange — compassion, and perhaps… admiration.“Who… are you?” Aruna asked weakly.The man offered a faint smile. “I’m the one who helped you last night. My name is Leonard.”He pulled a chair closer and sat beside her, eyes never leaving her face.“I happened to pas
“Stop crying, Aruna…”The voice was faint—coming from her own trembling lips.But the tears refused to stop.Her steps were heavy as she walked down the narrow path away from Revan’s house.The rain poured hard again, biting into her skin, soaking her hair until it clung to her face.But the cold was nothing compared to the ache trembling inside her chest.“He even… threw away the cake…” she whispered hoarsely.Her trembling fingers clutched the dented cake box.“God, I just wanted him to get better… why did it turn out like this?”Her steps faltered as she stumbled toward the parking area where her old motorcycle waited.The lights from Revan’s house still glowed behind her—bright, grand, dazzling.Mocking her. Whispering, You don’t belong here.Aruna started the engine, her hands shaking.The rain lashed against her face mercilessly, but she didn’t care.She just wanted to leave. Far away. From everything.---“Why, Revan… why were you so cruel to me?”She spoke to the air, to the d
“Revan… I’m here.”Aruna’s soft voice was almost drowned out by the sound of rain that had just stopped.Her hand clutched a plastic bag filled with medicine, her fingers pale from the cold. In the other hand, she held a small box containing the birthday cake she had spent all night making—simple, but filled with love for Revan, the man she loved more than anything.She stood for a long time in front of Revan’s iron gate.The house that once echoed with laughter and sweet promises now looked dazzling, crowded, and foreign.“He said he was sick…” Aruna murmured softly. “Then why… do I hear music?”Gentle piano notes and the laughter of people drifted from inside.With hesitant steps, she opened the gate and walked toward the terrace.Chandeliers glittered above her; guests in elegant clothes held glasses of champagne.And there, in the center of the room—under the brightest light—Revan was kneeling, holding a ring.“Celine…” Revan’s voice was clear, steady, full of certainty. “Will yo







