LOGINAuthor's POV Warring --- TortureThe stench of blood had settled into the room so deeply that it felt alive, thick, metallic, clinging to the air.The shaky breathing was echoed in the darkness of the room. The kind of breath a body gives when it is halfway between life and death.He lay on the cold floor naked from head to toe, every piece of clothing had been torn away during the torment. His skin was a map of violence: bruises blooming purple, cuts carved deep, dried blood stiff against his skin.His finger… They were gone.Every single one was ripped out.The raw torn flesh shivering alive with every weak inhale, and drops of blood slid silently from them.He was almost dead, just trapped between two worlds.Footsteps echoed in the basement, slow and heavy.The body on the floor reacted before the mind did a broken flinch, a tremor running through ribs that felt too fragile to survive one more breath.Then, the harsh basement lights flickered to life.The sudden brightness stabbe
Author's POV Before anyone could answer, the door swung open.And there he was.Vincent stood at the threshold wrecked, wounded, barely holding himself upright.A thick bandage wrapped around his head.His hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead with sweat.His right hand was covered in plaster, the white surface stained with dried blood.His left arm hung stiffly in a sling.He looked like someone who had dragged himself through hell just to reach her.Behind him, a junior doctor rushed in, breathless.“Sir, please you just wake up out of critical condition!” the staff boy shouted, grabbing at the tubes.“You can’t run like this! You pulled out the IV pin and your hand is bleeding again please stop!”But Vincent didn’t even look at him.His eyes…Those grey, stormy eyes that always carried danger…Now held only one thing….Desperate. fear…fear of losing her.Aria's gaze dropped to his hand the one the doctor was talking about and the sight stole her breath. Blood slid down his finge
Author's POV The hospital was in chaos, nurses ran back and forth, and every second felt like it was hanging by a thin, shaking thread. The air smelled of medicine, fear, and sweat. Too many lives were fighting to stay alive at once.The surgical doors burst open.A doctor stepped out, her face drained of colour, forehead dripping with sweat. Her breathing was harsh like she had just come out of a war. She pulled off her gloves with trembling fingers as Adrian hurried toward her.“Doctor… is everything ok?” he asked, voice unsteady.“Mr. Adrian … it’s too complicated.”Her voice cracked with exhaustion.“She has taken a medicine that slows down the baby’s heartbeat… and now the child is not responding.”Adrian ’s face paled.The doctor continued, her tone tightening: “And because of that… the mother’s life is in danger too.”Her words hung heavy in the corridor,“I know the situation is critical,” Adrian said, his voice cutting through the chaos, “but Aria ma’am needs to be fine. And
Author's POV His hand wrapped around her ankle as he dragged her across the rough rooftop.Her attempt to free herself left her hands scraped against the cold concrete, leaving trails of broken tissue from her hands and blood.She kicked, clawed, fought to free herself, but his grip was iron, his strength monstrous.Then suddenly, he let go. Her body jolted, crashing hard against the ground. The impact sent a sharp, blinding pain shooting up her legs.A cry ripped through her throat before she could stop it.She tried to crawl backward, her palms leaving a trail of blood as they brushed hard against the concrete, until her back got slammed against the wall.Her breath was shaking, tears were streaming down her cheeks. She looked up as he was already walking toward her again, step by step, with an awful grin carved deep into his face.She tried to stand, gripping the metal railing for support, her palm leaving a smear of blood as she struggled to steady herself. He stepped closer, tha
Author's POV The words echoed in her mind like a curse. Her knees trembled as her throat burned with emotions, hot, but she didn’t let a sound leave her mouth.Nisha’s smile widened at the silence; she always enjoyed watching others' strength crumble.Aria’s tears slid down, but beneath the fear, something rage was boiling hot.Ritik stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her trembling frame. “You dumbass,” he hissed, jaw tight. “You’ve irritated me enough. I can’t see what that bastard Vincent ever saw in you.”He let out a low, cruel laugh, his eyes running over her like she was filth. “Maybe he just had the worst taste.”Beside him, Nisha smirked. “I’ve wondered the same thing,” she murmured.Ritik’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he said, “You know, since Nisha’s made her confession… I think it’s my turn now.”Ritik leaned against the wall, his smirk lazy, eyes glinting like a predator playing with its prey.“Do you remember that day?” he asked, his voice coated in mock conce
Author's POV Aria’s eyes stayed locked in front of the scene, unblinking as they forgot to blink. One tear rolled down her eyes, her lips shivering as one after another followed.Her legs moved as she didn’t look at them, carrying her away, step by step, toward her room.Behind, Nisha stood silently, a slow, cruel smirk curving her lips. Watching Aria break was the exact scene she’d been waiting for.Nisha had wanted this moment for so long. Now she would play her game.She followed Aria into the room, like a shadow. Aria sat on the edge of the bed, her face buried in her hands as her shoulders shook with every sob that tore through her.The sight made something cold and satisfied blossom in Nisha’s chest.A slow, cruel smirk slid across Nisha’s lips. She set her bag down with deliberate care, the sound loud in the room. “Didn’t I tell you?” she said, voice soft but sharp. “You’re going to learn this the hard way.”“It’s okay,” Nisha murmured, putting her hand onto Aria’s shoulder wi
Vincent's POVNo one drives me mad like she does. No one else could. I don’t even recognize myself when she looks at me like that vulnerable, yet defiant.Her lips parted slightly as she tried to fill her lungs with air, her head thrown back with every deep thrust. She was looking fucking gorgeous
Author POVHer eyes felt heavy under the weight, pain, and exhaustion of last night. She slowly forced them open; they fluttered as sunlight fell on her eyes, adjusting to the light.Her gaze landed beside her on the bed. The space was now empty, a hollow feeling crawling into her heart, eating her
Author's POV Aria wakes up in the evening, and after a long sleep, she feels the pain in her body ease a little.She gets up from the bed as her still half-closed eyes run across the room, trying to come back to reality.Her eyes fall on her phone placed on the table. She extends her hand, reachin
Author's POV Aria froze in her place, her eyes locking onto the figure standing at the door.Vincent.His menacing, dark eyes made her heart skip a beat in fear. The weight of her mistake crashed over her, and her hands trembled.The professor stopped. Vincent’s legs moved inside the classroom with







