MasukMy heart leapt.Damon, I thought instantly. He must have sent something. A gift. A gesture. Maybe this was his way of bridging the silence between us. My lips curved into a faint smile, the kind that carried both relief and longing.I carried the package inside, setting it gently on the table as though it were something precious. My fingers brushed the card, and for a moment, I let myself believe. Believe that Damon had remembered me, that he had thought of me, that he still cared.But when I opened the box, the ground beneath me vanished.Inside was lingerie. My lingerie. Used. Torn, shredded, but still carrying the faint trace of my scent. I stared at it, frozen, my mind refusing to process what my eyes were seeing. I had thought the maids had thrown it away long ago. I was wrong.My chest tightened. My breath caught. Panic clawed at me, sharp and merciless. My hands trembled as I reached for the letter tucked inside, the paper shaking between my fingers.I didn’t want to read it. I
PASTShefali’s POV:It had been a week since Jacob asked me not to return to my apartment. I stayed at his hotel, hidden away, living in borrowed shadows. To keep myself safe, I used a disguise whenever I had to step out — a blonde wig, oversized hoodie, and tinted glasses that made me look like someone else entirely. But the real trick was how I managed to get all my necessities out of Damon’s apartment without raising suspicion.I had convinced one of the maids to pack my essentials — books, clothes, toiletries — into plain cardboard boxes. I told her Damon had asked me to donate them. Once the boxes were ready, I slipped into the building wearing the disguise, signed the delivery slip under a fake name, and carried them out myself. No one questioned me. No one looked twice. By the time I reached Jacob’s hotel, I had everything I needed to survive without stepping foot back into that apartment.Jacob was relentless. For seven days straight, he worked like a machine, his laptop glowi
Jake didn’t answer immediately.I told him the recent events that bugged me.About the guy who attacked me at the boxing match, screaming that he’d seen my videos and thought I was a hooker. About the way guys at uni looked at me — hungry, judgmental, cruel. They never approached, but their eyes said enough.I told him about the conversation I overheard in the women’s washroom. A group of girls, barely acquaintances, gossiping with their friends.“You know there’s a girl in our course,” one said.“She’s from India. Works as an escort. Sleeps with rich men. Shoots videos. Performs live. Her videos are quite popular online. I heard she even slept with the professors and management for extra credit. I saw her walk to uni in the beginning. Now she arrives in various luxurious cars, accompanied by drivers or handsome men. Heard she has a few sugar daddies and sleeps with anyone who can get her to big-shot parties and designer bags, jewellery and all. Total slut.”I told him about the guy w
PASTShefali’s POVAs Jacob instructed, I followed the plan like clockwork. I dressed for university in a long pleated skirt and a sleeveless crop top, pairing it with my usual jacket and a scarf that I draped loosely around my neck. I looked like myself — the version of me that everyone expected to see. I attended class, took notes, answered questions, and kept my head down.Afterwards, I spent an hour in the library, pretending to study while my mind raced with everything Jake and I had discussed. From there, I walked to our usual café, met Naina, and ordered the same drink I always did. I smiled, laughed, and played my part.Then I made my move.I excused myself, saying I needed to use the washroom, and quickly bid farewell to Naina. I waited until I saw her leave the café, and I went towards the university building and hid in the washroom. As I saw Naina, head toward the campus gate, I called her, urgency laced in my voice.“Naina, it’s an emergency. Can you come to the university
The next weeks passed in a blur of quiet intimacy and unspoken dread. Damon tried to work from home as much as he could, rearranging meetings, rescheduling calls, and even cancelling a few appearances just to be near me. He knew he’d be gone for three months soon — a long stretch of distance neither of us wanted to face. And I… I was already unraveling.I told him, more than once, how much I hated being alone. How the silence wasn’t peaceful for me — it was suffocating. I had lived with loneliness my whole life. At home, it was a constant companion. Even when surrounded by people, I felt unseen. Then Eva came into my life and filled that void with laughter and chaos and sisterhood. And when she left, Damon became my anchor. My oxygen. My everything.I knew he’d come back. I knew it wasn’t permanent. But the thought of waking up without him, of going to sleep without his arms around me, of not hearing his voice echo through the apartment — it made my chest tighten.I clung to him like
PASTShefali’s POVIt had been a week. A week of silence, of routine, of academic pressure that felt both grounding and suffocating. I was loaded with coursework again, assignments piling up like bricks in a wall I didn’t want to climb.I had stopped using my phone altogether except for chatting with Damon while he was at work or while he was in his study — it wasn't because I didn’t want to talk to anyone, but because there was no one left to speak to other than Damon or Naina. Naina and I had made it a routine to have a 2-hour Zoom call every evening.My parents had stopped contacting me. The only exception was my dad’s occasional Zoom call, where he’d speak in clipped sentences while my mother hovered in the background, her lips pressed into a line, her eyes refusing to meet the camera. She didn’t say a word. Not once. Her silence was louder than any scolding.They were angry. Disappointed. Hurt. Not because I had skipped my vacation in Mumbai — I had lied and told them I was parti







