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Trigger Warning: This chapter contains intense emotional distress, self-blame, and references to self-harm. Please read with care.
🕰️ Chapter 33 – Let me Die.
CLANG.
The rock slipped from her fingers.
She had raised it high—too high. She was seconds away from bringing it down again, not on the metal this time, but on the only part of her body that still carried someone else’s claim.
Her belly.
But then—
A hand gripped her wrist. Hard. Warm. Real.
Rajeev.
"Nandini!"
His voice cracked through the silence like thunder in a funeral home. His eyes were wild, bloodshot—not with rage but with terror.
"Have you lost your mind?!"
He yanked the rock from her hand and flung it into the darkness. It landed somewhere with a dull, final thud.
Then he turned to her.
"What the hell were you doing? What if I’d been a second late? What if—"
His voice broke, and so did his breath. He couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Instead, he just stood there, shaking.
She didn’t speak. Not at first.
Then—her face cracked.
She slapped herself once. Hard.
“It’s my fault!” she screamed.
Again. Slap.
The blood from her wounded hand smeared on her face as she continued to hit herself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated, tears streaming down her face.
“I ruined everything!" I should never have fallen in love! I should never have trusted him!”
Her knees buckled. Rajeev caught her before she hit the ground.
But she kept wailing.
“I let him touch me. I let him touch me! I—how could I be so stupid? This—this thing inside me, it’s not supposed to be here. It’s ruining everything. I can’t breathe. I can’t—”
She clutched her stomach with both hands, sobbing.
“Let it die. Let me die. Just let me go. Please.”
He gripped her shoulders, furious now—but not at her. At the world. At fate. At Vikrant.
At the agony in front of him.
“Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that again.” His voice was steel, but shaking.
“This isn't your fault. You hear me? It’s not your fault. You didn't ruin anything.”
But she just wept harder, shaking her head, tearing at her saree.
“I’m dirty. I’m cursed. I’m—”
“You are alive, Nandini,” he said through clenched teeth, “and as long as you’re alive, you fight. You fight. For yourself. For the child. Even if you don’t want it now… you will. Someday.”
“No,” she whimpered, almost childlike, burying her face in his chest. “I don’t want to feel anything.”
He wrapped his arms around her like armor.
“You don’t have to feel everything tonight. Just stay. Just stay with me. I’ll carry it until you can.”
The courtyard felt small suddenly. Too small to hold the weight of what they were carrying.
Rajeev carried her inside, his heart heavy with the burden of her pain, as she sobbed softly against his chest.
Later that night, long after the sobs had dried into silence, Rajeev laid her gently on the charpai and watched her drift into a haunted sleep.
He turned back to the stone she had dropped. Blood still marked its edge.
Her hand was torn raw where the stone had bitten into her grip. Stains of blood on her face glinted in the moonlight, a stark reminder of the darkness that had enveloped her.
Rajeev sighed, brushing her hair away from her face, knowing that the scars of that night would never fully heal.
But he could wipe the stains away, he thought, as he picked up the stone and tossed it into the well, then wet a cloth to wipe her hands and face clean.
His gaze dropped to her belly. The child growing inside her wasn’t his—but she was. And everything that belonged to her was his now too: her pain, her past, her war-scarred heart.
The baby might not carry his blood—but it carried her soul. And for Rajeev, that was more than enough.
He would protect them both—no matter the cost.
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This chapter was… heavy. 💔
I wrote it with trembling hands and a heart full of ache — for Nandini, for survivors, for anyone who’s ever blamed themselves for someone else’s cruelty.
Chapter 33 is about pain — but also about choice.
Even when it feels like all the choices have been stolen from us.
Even when breathing feels like a betrayal.
Even when love shows up at the worst time in the most broken form.
If you’re still reading — thank you. Truly.
You didn’t just witness Nandini’s breaking point. You stood beside her. You stayed. And maybe that’s what love really means.
I want to know:
👉 What did this chapter stir in you?
👉 Were you holding your breath like I was?
👉 Do you believe Nandini’s journey is just beginning now?
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Till the next page turns…
With love, fire, and softness,
– Shaar Shree✨
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