ログインI wondered if I should go looking for him. But my body was exhausted. Every muscle ached. My ankle throbbed. My lips were still swollen. My nose still tender. I didn’t have the strength to move.The bedlamp was still on, casting a soft amber glow across the room. Eva had fallen asleep beside me, her head resting gently on my shoulder. I wanted to push her away — not out of anger, but because I needed space. I needed Damon. I needed his arms around me, his voice in my ear, his scent in my lungs.But she looked peaceful.And I didn’t have the heart to disturb her.Her presence, though uninvited, was warm in its own way — a reminder that someone cared, even if it wasn’t the person I was aching for.I sat there, unmoving, staring at the soft glow of the lamp, my thoughts tangled in the scent of blood, the echo of Damon’s fists, and the unbearable silence that followed.The silence was the worst part.It was louder than screams.He hadn’t come.And I didn’t know if he ever would.I was jus
PASTShefali’s POVI went upstairs, and Alex handed me a glass of water, his hands gentle but his eyes still shadowed with concern. I took it without a word, my fingers trembling slightly as I brought it to my lips.The water tasted like nothing — cold, flat, distant — but I drank it anyway, because my throat was dry and my body felt like it was slowly collapsing in on itself. It was as if all the adrenaline that had surged through me earlier, all the raw, desperate energy that had pushed me to run down into that dungeon, to see Damon, to scream his name and pull him back from the edge of something monstrous — all of it had drained out of me the moment I stepped away from him.Now, I was just a shell, hollowed out and floating in a haze.But it wasn’t the blood. It wasn’t the broken body on the floor. It wasn’t even Damon’s fists, slick with crimson, or the way his eyes had gone blank with fury. That wasn’t what haunted me. That wasn’t what left me in this trance-like state.It was th
PASTShefali's POV:Then came the day of Damon’s match.He won, of course. It wasn’t even a challenge — a clean, easy victory.He left the ring to change, and I waited near the exit, trying to stay out of the crowd.That’s when it happened.A man — tall, broad, with a sickening grin — stepped in front of me, blocking my path.He leaned in close, his breath reeking of alcohol and something sour.“I’ve seen your videos,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.“How much for a night with me and my friends?”My blood ran cold.I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs.I looked around for Damon, for anyone — but he was nowhere in sight.I tried to step back, but the man grabbed my jacket, yanking me toward him.“Don’t play hard to get, are you worried that I can't afford you or that I won't pay you?” he sneered.“Fifty grand per man. You’re not worth that much, but for a high-class whore like you? I’ll make an exception. Just tell me how those billionaires fucked this teen pussy.”His w
I felt sick.My knees buckled.I dropped the phone.It clattered against the floor, the video still playing, the sounds echoing through the apartment like a violation.I crawled toward it, hands shaking, and paused the screen.Stared at the frozen image.Her face.My face.Was it deepfake?Was it staged?Was it… me?I didn’t know.I couldn’t know.And that was the worst part.Because if he could fake this…What else could he do?I sat there, in the dark, the video paused on a version of myself I didn’t recognize, and felt the walls close in.Somewhere, out there, someone was watching.Someone who knew me.Someone who wanted to break me.And I had no idea how far they’d already gone.I didn’t sleep that night.Not even for a moment.The video had embedded itself into my mind like a parasite, replaying in endless loops, each frame more disturbing than the last. I kept watching it over and over again, pausing at every second, zooming in on the edges, searching desperately for a glitch, a
“Are you worried about results? I wasn’t, until today’s class. Mr. Harris scared the hell out of me.”“Good luck, girl,” she said.“Two majors with Honors, and you’re chasing extra credit to impress the management and get your Master’s early. Overachiever much?”“Shut up,” I groaned.“It’s a five-year integrated course — two majors with a Master’s. But I want to finish early. And luckily I believe I can I have gained more credits than I had hoped. Also, Dami said I could do early graduation or even transfer to another university through an exchange program. Like he did. But he won’t let me go physically. Maybe online.”“Of course,” she said.“Mr. Possessive.”“I joined the coding and hacking clubs to earn extra credit,” I continued.“But it’s too much. Like Dami says, I bit off more than I can chew. It’s not even two years in, and they expect us to code like pros. Today is the first day after our holidays and they gave us a project to build a video game using UI models. And a hacking
PAST:Shefali’s POVIt had been weeks, even months — since I’d sat across from Naina like this — no deadlines hanging over us, no group projects, no half-eaten takeout containers between us. Just a quiet café, two mugs of coffee, and the kind of silence that only exists between people who’ve missed each other but don’t know how to say it.She was already at our usual table when I arrived, scrolling through her phone with that familiar furrow between her brows. When she looked up and saw me, her face softened — but there was something else in her eyes too.Curiosity. Concern. Maybe even suspicion."I missed you, you didn't call." she pouted and hugged me.I felt guilty for so many reasons before I could apologise or say anything, she continued.“You look… different,” she said, as I slid into the seat across from her.“Different how?”“Relaxed. Glowy. Like someone who’s either in love or just got back from a spa retreat in Bali.”I laughed. “Neither. Just… finally breathing again.”She







