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I didn’t see anybody outside the window the next morning. The man had completely disappeared into the thin air. Since I had seen the silhouette of that man quite clearly the previous night, I knew it wasn’t some hallucination. Somebody was actually there, staring at me in the middle of the night.Last night’s horrific images didn’t leave my mind. I appeared a little disturbed by the same when I joined Seth for breakfast. He, thus, couldn’t stop himself from addressing the same, “Didn’t you have a good night's sleep yesterday?”“No, I didn’t,” I responded, resting my weary head on my hands. “I saw somebody standing outside the window.”“Could’ve been some drunkard,” argued Seth, pleading with me to eat something.I ate a little sandwich and some hard-boiled eggs before grabbing my bag and preparing to leave. Before I could move out of the door, Seth reminded me to call him in the case of an emergency. Since I didn’t want to hear another lecture on my inability to prioritize my safety,
The car drove for what seemed like hours. Since there was a blindfold on my eyes and my hands were tied together, I could neither tell where we were headed nor attempt to escape. The whole situation was identical to the previous time I got abducted.That was probably why I didn’t have to guess who could be behind the abduction. That is what you get for sharing information with Anne. She could’ve told her husband about my whereabouts. I always knew she could not be trusted to keep a secret.“Do you have to do this again, Noah?” I asked, fuming with rage.“Noah? Who are you talking about?” asked the man, sitting beside me, and he sounded nothing like Noah.It was precisely then that I began to panic. With a trembling voice, I demanded to know the person’s identity and his purpose in hauling me away from my workplace by force. The man said that I would find out soon, and urged me to stay silent if I wasn’t in a hurry to die.“Even if you’re not Noah, you could've been sent by him to tort
The woman didn’t say anything and instructed the goon to join her in the bedroom instead. While they probably began discussing the most effective ways to dispose of me, I tried to rid myself of the ropes that were wounded around my wrists. I didn’t want to die just yet.The knot that had held the ropes together was strong enough to ruin all of my attempts to free myself. I, thus, realized that I needed somebody else to help me with it. I looked around me to find the goon’s phone on the table beside me.Since my legs weren’t tied, I moved closer to the table and began operating it with my nose. Luckily, it had no passcode. After a few unsuccessful attempts at skilful scrolling, I did manage to get to the num pad. I dialled the police's number. As soon as the call was connected, I communicated my condition to them and requested quick rescue, for I feared the possibility of my abductor killing me before dawn was very high. They promised speedy assistance. I doubted I could sit idly and w
“You were aware of my relationship with Noah all this time, yet you married him?” I asked, trying to stop myself from crying even when my heart was breaking.Turning away from me with arms crossed and resting on her chest, she answered, “I have always loved him just as much. That’s why I didn’t think that there was anything wrong with marrying him.”“Even if it was at the expense of your younger sister’s happiness?” I muttered, beginning to acknowledge the fact that she hated me with all her being.“I never considered you anything. You were just a mistake. Our parents didn’t even want to have you in the first place. You were never needed,” complained my older sister, unafraid of coming off as brutal.Since I saw no hope of surviving this, I succumbed to my fate and went quiet. This subservience brought a smile to my sister’s face. She was glad to find out that I had no fight left in me, which meant she wouldn’t meet any resistance while killing me. Thus, she now needed nothing but a k
As one might expect, Seth was furious over how long it had taken the police to reach me. Watching him get this worked up, the officer asked him if he was my husband, something that couldn’t be denied without watching Seth sigh in disappointment.“We’re good friends,” I said, recognizing how much Seth had supported me in the last couple of days. But, I couldn’t see him as anything more than that. It wouldn’t be good for either of us.The officer nodded and then suggested, “If that’s the case, I would be required to inform your family, Miss Jennings.”That was the last thing I wanted. After all, it was my family who was the source of my suffering. If the officer were to invite them, my sister and I might end up having a confrontation, which I knew would end badly for me. Therefore, it was not even worth considering.“On second thought, I believe there is no harm in sharing the truth of my relationship with Seth,” I decided to lie to save myself from coming face-to-face with my family. “
We reached home to find that our things had been tossed and turned. It was as if someone had gone through our stuff while we were gone. Since theft cases had never occurred in Seth’s apartment complex, I was truly taken aback by the incident.“Why don’t you guys check if anything is missing?” asked the officer, suggesting that he would file an FIR if something had been stolen from us.We looked in every nook and corner, but we couldn’t find anything that had been taken from us, which was why it was hard to decipher the motive behind the act. Seth could even find the engagement rings that he had mentioned to the officer earlier.“When are you planning on holding the ceremony then?” asked the Officer, while texting somebody on his phone.Unwilling to burden Seth anymore, I chose to answer the officer’s new query by saying, “Since I still haven't finished my studies, I want to wait a little.”“That sounds fair,” answered the officer, and then assured us that we’d have footage of the pers
“Don’t you know that I’m still naked underneath this towel?” I asked, tightening my grip on my towel.Seth looked at me from the top to the bottom, sort of like taking notice of my curves, something he had never done before, and then asked me, “Has anybody ever told you that you’re really beautiful?”“You’re the first guy to say that,” I lied because I didn’t want to talk about Noah.With a broad smile on his face, he began walking towards me, disregarding the fact that I had just asked him to give me some personal space. He then wrapped his arms around me tightly, as if he was afraid that somebody might steal me from him.Since this behaviour was alien to me, I had to ask him, “What are you doing, Seth?”He requested me to stay mum, as he feared that the beautiful moment between us would be ruined. He then rested his head on my shoulder, something he had never done to any woman before me. It was sort of like he was tired and wanted to rest.Caressing his back, I told him, “You’ve been
I still couldn’t believe that Seth had asked me to spend my life with him. I was genuinely concerned about the request he had made. Didn’t he realize that any association with me could destroy his life?Noah wouldn’t think twice before hurting Seth if he were to find out about it. Even though he was no longer in my life, I was still haunted by the fear of encountering him. After all that he had done to me, I didn’t want that.“If I were to accept Seth’s feelings, I think that I might end up getting him involved in my matter, which might make him a target for Noah,” I muttered while looking out of the window. I cared too much about him to expose him to such danger.The sky was clear tonight, which was why the moon’s comforting light could illuminate the entire room. It was the first time I had slept with my lights off. After what had happened with Noah, I got nightmares of him torturing me, which made keeping the lights on necessary for me.“I can’t deny the fact that Noah has scarred m
As we walked into that house that night, my brain would still glisten with the words spewed by Seth. All that weight, all that heaviness - Noah and those lies, manipulation, twisted web which life has become. My chest felt like it was stuck in some heavy fog, where nothing could be distinguished clearly, nothing trusted as what was thought to be known. Even Seth, the man who had been there for me, seemed at a distance somehow. The puzzle he'd given me, it seemed, was not pieced back together either; no matter how very hard I tried, those pieces wouldn't mesh.Seth treated me gently when he brought me home, like fragile glass that might break if one breathed too hard on it. And in his eyes, I saw the worry, the sadness, the hope that maybe, just maybe, this was the night that might change things between us. I had seen him trying everything to make me feel special, make me smile, and a part of me wanted to give him what he so desperately needed: a sign that I was coming back to him. Tha
I thought Seth was taking a leave from work for spending the day with me, which rather seemed to be a sweet gesture, but deep inside, upset me. We had been so tensed against each other lately without either of us being able fully to articulate what was nagging; it would always hang there in mid-air like an invisible barrier. While I would have liked to dissuade him from leaving, at the same time, I could not reject him. Seth had tried hard to make things be normal by bending over backward and doing all in his power; the least I could do was try to meet him halfway.We went out to a great little restaurant. It had a warm, cozy atmosphere. The low illuminations were rich in earth tones. After all, there isn't a setting more perfect for anyone who ever wanted to feel at ease. Couples were scattered all over the room, some laughing, some whispering low over glasses of wine, and it was one of those scenes-the kind of atmosphere which usually lulled me into a state of peace, but tonight mad
That's exactly what I thought: when I came back home, I had a feeling that something was different in the space. It wasn't the space that changed; no, everything was in place as it was meant to be: Seth's coat was slumped over the back of the chair by the door, his tea from the morning was still sitting on the kitchen counter, and the soft hum of the refrigerator resonated through the quiet space. Yet something inside me had shifted, and it was unsettling. I kept playing back the conversation with Noah over and over in my head like a broken record that refused to turn off.I tried to shake it, focus on anything else. I glanced up at the photos on the mantle. Images of Seth and me together-smiling, happy, like a couple deep in love. But those pictures belonged to a life that just didn't fit anymore. I looked at one for a long time, willing myself to feel something, to remember the love that Seth swore we'd shared.But all that flashed through my mind was Noah. His words, the way he loo
I don't really recall much of anything anymore. Faces, voices, they all seem to blend together, flickering shadows at the corners of my mind. Every day was like a puzzle missing too many pieces, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never really fit it together.That day, I was wandering. I had gotten out of the house without having said anything to Seth, though I wasn't totally sure why. I knew he was trying to be kind to me. Patient and gentle, he was, trying always to help me remember who he said I used to be. But no matter how hard he tried, I couldn't find anything inside of me that felt real from the stories he told. There wasn't a spark of recognition-no emotion, no feeling of home-when I looked at him. And the worst part? He kept on saying we loved each other. Loved. The word sounded foreign, hollow, almost amusing.How could I ever have loved a person that I couldn't even recognize? He's lying, I thought. Or mistaken. Maybe this was some grand, tragic misunderstanding; mayb
I never know where it started, but somewhere in the pain and in the darkness, I lost myself.It was just pain at first: the pain of losing a baby that lacerated my chest and made it hard to breathe. It was like they took a part of me-a part that would never be returned. Every breath I took was a reminder of the child I would never hold, the life I would never nurture. It felt like the world had grayed, and no matter how hard Seth tried to comfort me, I couldn't find my way back to color.Days passed. Weeks, maybe. I'm not even sure anymore. It's all such a blur, one endless stretch of numbness. Mornings, I woke up and didn't know where I was. The walls that enclosed me felt unfamiliar-the bed beneath me, too cold. I didn't know how I'd gotten there or why I should care. I didn't even feel like the same person anymore. Whoever I had been-the woman who had carried a child, who had fought so hard to survive-was gone. In her place, someone hollow, someone I didn't know.I forgot simple thi
The excitement had been building inside me for weeks. My due date was fast approaching, and every flutter, every small kick in my belly reminded me of the little life I would soon hold in my arms. I could hardly believe it—the journey from fear and uncertainty to hope and joy. Seth and I had been so careful, so deliberate in our new life, making sure that every decision we made was to create the best future for our child. But today, in my rush of excitement, I made a mistake.I wanted to do something special—something just for me and the baby. Seth had been working from home that day, caught up in a call with a new client, and I had this sudden urge to get out of the house. I decided to visit the nearest market, to pick out some clothes for the baby. We had been meaning to go shopping together, but I couldn’t wait any longer. The idea of buying tiny onesies and blankets filled me with a kind of joy I hadn’t felt in so long. I wanted to savor this moment, just me and my soon-to-be-born
After all was said and done, Seth and I knew we needed to relocate. This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision but rather a need that eventually comes to the surface with the passing of time. Noah's presence, his threats-this twisted obsession he had toward me-had cast this dark shadow over our lives and refused to blow away. We couldn't be like that anymore, constantly over our shoulders, waiting for him to show up and wreak our lives. So we packed all our things and left.Not one person knew where we were off to. Not even my parents. The fewer people who knew, the better. I was tired of running, tired of hiding, but it felt like the only way I was going to be able to regain some sense of control. Seth was so understanding of the decision, though I knew what it would mean: giving up his job, his friends. But he didn't complain; he wanted us safe, started over.Finally, we drove out of town, and a feeling of calm came over me for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. The weigh
I never knew that my life, which had just started to inch its way back into some semblance of normality, was once again going to be torn to pieces. Seth had done everything in his power to bring the smile back onto my face-to rebuild what had been broken. We had put so much hard work into our relationship, trying to balance our careers while devoting ourselves to each other. For the first time in months, I felt finally at peace. We were happy, really happy, and I'd started to dare hope that finally, finally the worst was behind us.But that was before Noah walked back into our lives.It was one of those rainy afternoons when Seth and I decided to release ourselves to home, allowing the tedium of a week's burden to work its way into a delightful afternoon. I recall the scent of coffee in the air and some soft music playing in the background. Seth lay on the couch, immersed in a book, while I worked in the kitchen, making us a light lunch. We were quite content in our little bubble, wit
It felt as if, for the first time in eternity, I was starting to feel like myself. Being back with Seth, in the apartment we shared, brought into my life a peace that I never imagined was possible after everything that happened to me. I could feel myself smiling more, even laughing at little things Seth would say or do to get me to be comfortable with him again. It was as if I had been pulled from the grave, taking in fresh air for the first time after existing in a suffocating nightmare.Day by day, each one marks the stride to healing, like gradually and relentlessly rising from darkness. We would go on long walks in the neighborhood, take meals together at the dining table as we used to, and spend evenings curled up on the couch, watching movies or just talking softly about our future. Seth was never pushy for me to talk of the horrors I faced in the hands of Noah unless I am ready, understanding and patient. He was everything I needed him to be-my anchor, my refuge.But even as lif