VARYA'S POVThe room was dim, pillows were placed next to me as I sat at an angle on the bed. Gentle sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains and touched my body down to its softest corner. It had been just a few days after coming out of the hospital, and going back home felt like a relief that I never knew I required.However, this tranquility didn’t stay for long. As I rested on the bed in stillness, my ears caught sound waves traveling from down the hall. There went that unmistakable voice of Grandpa—deep and booming but with an underlying impatience."You… you dare put my granddaughter-in-law in such a mess?" His words struck me like thunder as they echoed in the hallway around us.I was surprised by his early visit, which made my heart beat faster because it was filled with both fright and affection. Before all these events unfolded I had known Grandpa to be very protective against me; now even more so than before.Wriggling around on warm sheets in bed, I made attempts at f
Grandpa let out a laugh and shook his head.Kylo sneered, “Oh, what do I have to face? A wife who has the audacity to laugh at me and a grandfather who has the nerve to bring her new husbands!”What was odd was that with that small change, I felt a kind of cheerful lightness in the room, a lightness I had not felt in a long time. For a moment it is as though all the horrors of life outside are not a reality, the hatred, the suffering, the dread.It was as if everything vanished into thin air because all that mattered was this simple embrace of the two people who cared for me most in this world.Laughing as though I wanted to split my sides I ended up having to clear my eyes of tears and look at them both. “I don’t need a new husband, Grandpa,”I said jokingly, looking at Kylo and smiling at him gently. “I’m quite happy with this one. ”Kylo’s features relaxed, and looking deep into his green eyes, I realized that the connection between us was stronger than it had ever been in the past
When the people cleared off after dinner, the grandparents went into their sitting room area for leisure by watching television. Kylo and I stayed longer in the dining room with an aura of tension that was so palpable that it grew by a second.I finally asked him in an almost inaudible voice “What is this all about?” The words slipped out before I could stop them, my confusion too strong to hold back any longer.Kylo turned to me, his expression serious. "What do you mean?"I bit my lip, trying to find the right words. "You’ve been so… different lately. Ever since I got back. You’ve been kind, affectionate even. But that’s not… that’s not how things have been between us. You don’t love me, so why… why are you acting like this?"The words hung heavy in the air between us, and I immediately regretted asking. But Kylo didn’t look angry. He looked… sad.He reached out, his fingers brushing against my hand. "Varya," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion."I know that I have been a b
I was sitting in the living room and looking at the blinking TV screen, not really hearing the voice of a news anchor. It had been a tiring day with Kylo as we put together all the leads that were to lead us into confrontation.Now, however, while watching as events unfolded on my TV set I felt overburdened by the weight of what had come to pass.Kylo’s pursuit for justice had known no limits and it was through his dedication that he discovered something horrifying, Mr. Anderson, always a looming figure in my life, was actually responsible for causing a car accident that killed my father and left my mother hospitalized.The fact that he was behind the wheel of the truck, which changed my life forevermore was incomprehensible to me.An unending stream of news was being shown. The evidence had been gathered by the investigative team and now, the public faced the shocking truth about what Mr Anderson did.I sat observing those presenters who were talking about conspiracy theories; they m
His company was a great source of comfort and strength to me and without him, I do not think, I would have been able to pull through this ordeal.The climax of any trial is the actual judgment and thus, it is the moment for judgment to be given.The jury convicted Mr. Anderson on several charges including manslaughter; conspiracy and obstruction of justice charges.The punishment was severe, as should have been the crimes committed by him, and the many lives that he affected. It became time for reckoning, a time I had often dreamed of – but was not entirely comfortable to rejoice in.As for the events, common people’s lives started to be reconstructed, and the trial became just a vivid memory. The emphasis then shifted from a loud banging of drums to an equally noisy beating of chests through commentary and analysis of the case.The public’s response ranged from material and psychological satisfaction with the verdict to the systematic critical reflection of how such power could be ex
For the first time since my recovery, I went outside the house and the cool breeze touched my face. The sky was that peculiar color that dazzles in pictures but isn’t very inspiring when all that you can think of is the chaos in your life.The sun, the wind, the sounds, and the smells should have been as liberating as the stench of the place I was a survivor of what Theo and his family had done to me. In fact, every time I took a step toward the car, I felt like I was stepping into a fight I knew I would not be able to win.Kylo was standing near me, saying nothing but just being there, which was comforting enough. He had wanted to come along with me, even when I had wanted to go alone, as this was something that I wanted to do myself. But now when we approached the police station, I appreciated him.Just the thought of coming face-to-face with Theo made my stomach turn upside down into some kind of twisted ball.Not only for what he had done but because a small part of me didn’t want
The evidence was gone? All of it? I had been counting on that evidence to build my case, to prove what had happened to me. Without it, what did I have?Theo’s smirk grew as he watched the realization dawn on me. "You see? It’s over, Varya. You don’t have anything."I stood there, frozen, my mind racing. How could he have done this? How could he have erased everything? The surgery, the hospital records—those were supposed to be permanent.They were supposed to be proof of what had happened to me. And now, they were gone.I felt a hand on my shoulder—Kylo. His touch grounded me and reminded me that I wasn’t alone in this."It’s not over," Kylo said, his voice firm."We’ll find another way. Just because Theo thinks he’s erased everything doesn’t mean there’s no trail. People remember. There are witnesses. There’s always something."My desire was to believe him. I wanted to cling to the hope of ever finding justice again where we can hold him accountable for what he had done. Standing the
If I hadn’t entered into this marriage contract with Kylo, what would have happened to my mother and me? Would we have withered away, abandoned by the very people who pretended to care for us?I shudder to think about what might have happened if Kylo hadn't stepped in. Perhaps I would’ve died alongside my father’s legacy, a mere footnote in the Andersons’ twisted games.And yet, as I stood there in the doorway, I couldn’t ignore the strange comfort Kylo’s presence had brought into my life.Was it fate, or mere coincidence, that our paths had crossed like this? Perhaps, in a world filled with betrayals, Kylo was the one piece of stability I could cling to.***I was sitting in the living room, my legs were folded under me, and I was just looking into space with no focus.If I had been in a room elsewhere, I’d have preferred the solitude but the stillness of the house was suffocating and the only thing that kept me company was the ticking of the clock which seemed to chime at me in an e