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Amara - Lost in His Light, Found in His Shadow!

At eighteen, (Nyxara, a medical student) was drowning in the darkness of her own life—abandoned, lost, and without purpose. But then she saw (Riven, a soldier), a man who shone like the morning sun, radiating strength and kindness. He was never hers to have, never someone she could reach. Yet, just by watching him from afar, she found the will to rise, to grow, and to carve her own path in the world.

But fate had never been kind to her. He fell in love with another. And instead of despair, she smiled, accepting the destiny that was never meant to be hers. She moved on, carrying only the quiet gratitude for the light he had unknowingly given her.

Years passed. She became someone strong. But when she crossed paths with him, he was no longer the man she had admired. The warmth in his eyes had turned to ice. The man who once inspired her to live had now become hollow, burdened by the weight of hatred and loss. His wife had been murdered, and the world he once saw with hope was now drenched in blood and vengeance.

Now, the roles had reversed.
He was lost in his darkness.
And she was the only one who could bring him back to the light.

Amara - Lost in His Light, Found in His Shadow!

The days after Riven's wife's tragic death were a blur of pain and sorrow. Nyxara could feel the weight of the loss in the very air. The once-vibrant man who had walked through the hospital rooftop with purpose and confidence was no longer the same. In his place stood a hollow figure—his eyes darkened, his expression hardened, his every movement deliberate but distant.

It was as if the life had been drained from him, leaving only a shell. The light that had once danced in his eyes was gone, replaced by a cold, impenetrable wall. The pain of losing his wife had transformed him, turning his grief into something sharp and unforgiving.

Nyxara couldn't shake the image of her standing over his wife's lifeless body. It haunted her—the sight of Riven's pain, the hollow scream he had let out when he saw his beloved taken from him in such a violent way. It was as if a part of him had died that day, and now, all that remained was a man broken by the weight of his own loss.

She saw him less and less. When their paths did cross, there was no acknowledgment of the woman he had once known. Riven had become a shadow of himself, lost in the depths of his grief, as though there was no room left for anything but the pain of what he had lost.

Nyxara had once felt as though she were drowning in her unspoken love for him. Now, she saw Riven struggling in the same way—drowning in his own sorrow, a sorrow that he could never escape.

Chapter 13: The Shifting Tides