Toxic Love

Sejal had never imagined that love could turn into a prison—a suffocating, endless nightmare where she was nothing more than a puppet, controlled by the very man she once trusted with her heart.

She used to believe that love was supposed to be beautiful. It was supposed to be warm, protective, and something that made her feel safe. But love with Keshav had turned into a slow, painful death.

Every single day, he chipped away at her, stealing pieces of her dignity, her strength, her soul.

Every night, she told herself she would fight back.

And every morning, she woke up with fresh wounds—some on her body, some deeper in her heart.

Her silence wasn't submission. It was survival.

She had lost count of how many times he had forced himself on her—not with violence, but with coercion. With threats. With whispered words of love that sounded more like shackles than comfort.