airaxverse

⚠️ Disclaimer:
This story contains themes such as childhood abuse, trauma, mental health struggles, and emotional pain. It is inspired by real-life experiences, told through fictional storytelling to raise awareness, spark healing, and give voice to silent suffering.

This novel does NOT promote or glorify abuse, violence, or trauma.

Reader discretion is advised.

✨ Synopsis:
Born into celebration, Siya was adored like a goddess.
But life was never as perfect as it seemed.

Behind her family's smiling faces were secrets, silence, and shadows she was too young to understand. From betrayal, abuse, and emotional chaos to nights spent begging for peace—Siya grew up learning to smile while silently breaking.

But just when she thought her past had taken everything, he arrived.
Ruhan—charming, gentle, protective.
A boy who didn’t flinch at her truth.
A boy whose love felt like healing.
A love so pure, it made her believe again.

But can love survive everything?
Or will her past destroy the only person who truly chose her?

This is not just a story of pain.
It’s a story of survival. Of healing. Of the kind of love every broken heart dreams of.

A Goddess With Wounds

Letting go of Rupesh wasn't just leaving a boy behind.

It was leaving behind a version of herself—**the girl who begged fate, who cried in secret, who believed love had to hurt to be real.**

For the first time in years, her mind wasn't busy plotting.

Her phone wasn't stuck on someone's Instagram profile.

She stood on her rooftop, early morning sky wrapped in golden light.

And a quiet whisper inside her that said:

> "You're not made to be someone's option. You're made to be someone's reason."

With school reopening slowly after the lockdown, Siya was finally returning to the one place that had always been her escape—**the classroom.**

But she wasn't the same girl anymore.

She was quieter now, but not from fear—**from clarity.**

She didn't raise her hand to answer every question.

But when she did, the room listened.

She didn't try to be the center of attention anymore.

Because now, she was **the center of her own story**.

* She started spending more time with herself.

* Watched the sunset with earphones in.

* Journaled her feelings instead of hiding them.

* Got interested in things she had long forgotten—**space, stars, documentaries, dance, poetry.**

She started **laughing without guilt**.

At school, she met a girl named **Meher**.

The kind of person who gave "main character energy" in the best way.

The two clicked in the strangest way—like opposites that just *fit*.

Where Siya was silent, Meher was loud.

Where Siya hesitated, Meher dragged her forward.

> "Tu pagal hai kya? Still stuck on that old studio boy? Girl, he's not even worth your highlights."

For the first time, she didn't feel judged—she felt *understood*.

One evening, she sat down with her aunt and quietly said,

> "Bua… mujhe lagta hai main badal gayi hoon."

> "Nahi beta, tu wahi hai. Bas ab tujhe khud se pyaar hona shuru ho gaya hai."

(Sweetheart, you're still the same. You've just started falling in love… with yourself.)

Because she finally realized—**the love she had poured into others**…

She had **never given it to herself.**

She tore out the old "Mission R" pages from her diary.

> *No boys. No magic spells. Just me becoming the girl I was meant to be.*

She didn't know where life would take her.

She didn't know if love would ever return.

Chapter 8: A New Beginning