Raavi was sitting on the ground in front of Shiva's room as he worked on his laptop. Every now and then, he would give her an angry glare, causing her to shiver in fear.

She felt humiliated and worthless, like a dog kneeling at his feet. Maybe she deserved it, maybe she was the one responsible for his sister's death. But even if that was true, it wasn't intentional. Did she really deserve to be treated like this?

As Shiva closed his laptop and set it aside, Raavi's body tensed up in anticipation of her punishment.

"Come here," he ordered as he sat up straight on the sofa. She had no choice but to obey him. After all, who could she turn to for help? She was all alone.

As Raavi stood in front of him, Shiva kicked her knees and she fell to the ground in pain.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, a question that always preceded something bad happening to her. But he didn't care about her pain or injuries; he was a monster.

She wished she could make him suffer the way he made her suffer every day. Maybe then he would understand how much it hurt. "I-I didn't do anything, Shiva," she stammered, trying to gather her courage and make him believe her.

But all her hopes were shattered when Shiva pulled out his belt. "Filthy whores like you deserve this," he spat as he lashed out at her with the belt and kicked her mercilessly.

He even kicked her in the stomach several times until she vomited from the pain. She coughed and vomited as her body shook. Tears burn in her eyes. The pain in her body became unbearable.

As Raavi sobbed in agony and held onto his leg for help, Shiva coldly ordered her to clean up the mess before walking out of the room. As she lay there crying, a familiar voice called out to her.

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"Raavi-Raavi,It's okay.It was just a nightmare. I'm here, wake up my love."

She struggled to catch her breath as she recognized the voice that had once terrified her to her core.

Not-Not this again

Her eyes opened with a jerk as she saw the person. Her tormentor her. Infront of her. She realise she was on a hospital bed.

Why he is here? He is going to hurt me again? I can't go back to him again!

Tears gathers in her eyes as she remembers the previous incident. Why the faith is so cruel to her? The only person who cared her. Her only family. Got murdered. She was trying to became normal. To stop being scared all the time. And live a life she deserve. God stanched everything from her. And here she is again. In the hands of the monster she fears the most.

Shiva's heart ached as he took in Raavi's condition. She looked so small and frightened, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at him.

He couldn't help but feel guilty and responsible for all the pain she had endured, the trauma she had suffered. He wished he could take it all back, undo everything he had done to her, but it was too late for that.

Seeing her like this, terrified and broken, made him feel like the worst kind of monster. He had caused her so much pain and suffering, and now she was back in his arms, vulnerable and frightened.

He hated himself for the pain he had caused her, the damage he had done to her mind and soul.

As Raavi began to panic, Shiva tried to soothe her with his words and gentle touch.

"Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, his voice low and calming. "You're okay, you're safe."

He reached out and began to caress her hair, trying to soothe her frightened mind.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, his voice soft but firm. "I just want to help you."

He continued to stroke her hair, trying to soothe her racing heartbeat and calm her panicked breathing.

"Please," he said, his voice pleading. "Just calm down, alright? You're safe, I promise."

He continued to run his hand over her hair, his touch gentle and reassuring. He wanted her to trust him, to believe that he would not hurt her again.

He wanted to do right by her this time, to be the man he should have been from the start. But how could he make things right after everything he had done? How could he fix the broken trust and heal the wounds that he himself had inflicted upon her?

As she lay in the hospital bed, her mind was haunted by the image of her brother's death. She had watched as he was taken from her, her light in the darkness of her pain, and she felt like she was drowning in a sea of grief and despair.

Her brother had been her rock, her support in the darkest of times, and now he was gone. She felt as if a part of her had died with him, the last piece of hope that had kept her going.

She had lost everything that had mattered to her, and now she was alone, broken and empty. The pain of her past had resurfaced, and it felt as if she was right back where she had started, stuck in a cycle of pain and trauma.

A group of men wearing black suits with guns in their hands had broke in their house. Her brother had tried to protect her.

The men burst into the house, their guns held high and their faces masked by black ski masks. Her brother had rushed forward, shielding her body with his own, determined to protect her from the intruders.

He tried to fight off the men, throwing punches and kicks, but they were too many and too strong. His efforts were valiant, but ultimately, he was no match for the armed men who had invaded their home.

she was also shot in the leg and lost consciousness. While she laid there, injured and unconscious, the sound of gunshots and yelling filled the air. Soon, Shiva arrived at the scene with more men.

Shiva was the last person she had seen before falling unconscious. So, he was the one who get her brother killed and bring her back to torcher her more. She thought.

All the pain and suffering that she has endured. The sight of her brother's death replayed in her mind, a constant reminder of the brutal act that Shiva had done to her.

She couldn't help but think about the men in black that had broken into their house, and how Shiva had come in with more men by his side. She had been shot in the leg, and had lost consciousness, only to wake up to find Shiva by her side.

It was all his doing, she thought. He was the reason why her brother was dead, why she was lying in this hospital bed, injured and traumatized.

She couldn't stand the sight of him, the thought of being in his presence again. It was too much to bear, as the pain of her past and present mixed into a toxic cocktail of hatred and fear.

Raavi's anger and desperation consumed her as angry tears streamed down her face. She was fed up with being the victim, with suffering at the hands of Shiva.

She was determined to fight back, no matter what the cost. She was filled with a newfound determination to make Shiva pay for all the pain and suffering he caused her.

She knew that she was weak, injured and vulnerable, but she was not going to let that stop her from making Shiva pay. She was going to fight for herself, for the justice that she deserved.

Shiva watched as Raavi let out angry tears, her body trembling with emotion. His heart ached as he saw her like this, the pain and fear in her eyes a painful reminder of the harm he had inflicted upon her.

"Please," he said, his voice gentle. "Don't cry, please. I can't bear to see you like this."

Shiva looked at Raavi, his eyes filled with concern. He could see the pain in her expression, the fear and anger that still lingered in her eyes.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Are you...are you feeling any pain? Is your leg hurting?"

Shiva couldn't help but notice the pain etched on her beautiful face. He wanted to make sure she was not feeling any discomfort, so he asked her gently, "Is there anywhere that's hurting? Are you uncomfortable in any way?"

"Why don't you just kill me?" Raavi asked. Her voice low and menacing.

Shiva's heart dropped as he heard her words. He couldn't believe that she was so filled with hatred and despair that she would ask for death.

"No," he said firmly, his voice shaking with emotion. "I could never do that. I could never hurt you like that, not again. Please, don't say that."

He wanted to reach out and take her in his arms, to hold her and comfort her, but he knew that she would push him away. The pain in her eyes, the despair in her voice, was more than he could handle.

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