Two Years of Tormenting Suffering

"Nadi, how could you orchestrate such a violation against Aisha! Was destroying her innocence not enough? Did you also have to take her life?" Adi spat hatefully. "Just because I once mistook you for Aisha?"

"I didn't!!" Nadi's frail body swayed unsteadily, her eyes bloodshot and full of anguish. She shouted back fiercely, "Neither raping nor killing, I had nothing to do with any of it!"

"You think I won't drag the truth out of you when the evidence is staring us in the face?!" Adi's voice dripped with venom, his murderous intent plain to see.

Step by step, Nadi retreated until she hit the wall. With nowhere left to go, Adi yanked her by the hair and forced her gaze toward the surveillance monitor.

On the screen, three burly men were brutally assaulting and humiliating Aisha.

When they finished, one of them smacked his lips, lit a cigarette, and said, "Job done. Time to collect our reward from Mr. Rahman."

Another kicked Aisha in the ribs. "Stealing Mr. Rahman's man didn't work out too well for you, did it? Suffering enough now?"

The third pulled out his phone. "Mr. Rahman, we've completed your orders successfully. Shall we expect you soon to check on things?"

Twenty minutes later, Nadi appeared in the frame. In the video, she approached Aisha. After a brief struggle, she plunged a knife into Aisha's chest.

The final scene captured Aisha's broken cry: "Sister… You already took Adi away from me, stripped me of my dignity through your men, and now, you want to take my life too?"

After watching the entire recording, Nadi felt her world shatter into pieces!

No… This isn't how it happened!

Her hands trembled uncontrollably as tears spilled down her cheeks.

"I've been set up," she sobbed, clutching at Adi's sleeve desperately. "Please believe me, just this once."

"Ryan, call the authorities and lock this bitch up!" Adi snarled, pulling free of her grasp. His polished leather shoe connected viciously with Nadi's abdomen. With cold indifference, he turned and cradled Aisha gently before walking away.

Nadi collapsed onto the filthy floor, hugging herself tightly, trembling in despair.

Is loving someone really such a crime?

What wrong had she committed?

Why must she endure this torment?

Yet even now, she couldn't begin to fathom what awaited her further down the line.

Two years later.

Prison.

Nadi wore drab gray prison garb, heavy shackles clanking around her delicate ankles. After two relentless years, her once-bright eyes were dull and clouded with exhaustion and hopelessness.

Clutching her tray of food, she shuffled toward the dining hall. Midway, someone deliberately bumped into her, sending her meal crashing to the ground.

"Oh, my bad," sneered the offender sarcastically, stepping gleefully over the scattered remnants of her dinner.

Not a soul spoke up to defend Nadi. Instead, everyone watched with cruel amusement.

Life behind bars was monotonous, and the other inmates eagerly anticipated these daily humiliations like episodes of their favorite soap opera.

Yes, every single mealtime for the past two years, someone would come along to knock her tray from her hands.

This was exactly what Adi had promised, a life where she would never know the satisfaction of a full stomach.

At first, Nadi resisted. When resistance failed, she cried silently. Now, like a wilting flower drained of vitality, she merely bent down humbly to gather scraps of bread, washing them down with cold water before swallowing.

After dinner, Nadi returned to her cell and switched off the lights as instructed. But sleep evaded her, how could it not? Whenever she drifted off, her fellow prisoners would climb onto her bed, violating her without mercy.

Such was Adi's promise, a life devoid of restful nights.

For two long years, every word he'd spoken had been enforced to the letter. Nadi became the lowest of the low, the untouchable pariah whom anyone could abuse at will.

"Pain… It hurts so much…" Her voice cut sharply through the dead silence of the night.

Curling into a ball under her blanket, she pressed hard against her stomach, writhing in agony.

The other women in the cell cursed loudly. Some even leapt from their bunks to twist her arms. "Shut up! Stop moaning and let us sleep!"

The commotion grew louder, prompting a guard to storm in. "What the hell is going on here?!"

Over the past three months, Nadi had endured persistent stomach pains but managed to bear them in silence. This time, however, the pain overwhelmed her, leaving her unconscious.

When she finally came to, she found herself lying in a sterile white hospital room.

Faint voices drifted through the thin walls outside. "We'll confirm after the tests, but if I'm right, it's late-stage stomach cancer."