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

"Every fairytale has its dragons. This time, Siya had to fight hers."

The day after the riverside escape, Siya woke up feeling lighter.

For the first time in years, her mind didn't race.

She smiled—not because she had to, but because her heart did it naturally.

She looked at the bracelet on her wrist.

She traced the words like a prayer, letting them sink into her bloodstream.

And reality always knows when to crash the party.

That evening, her mother returned home from her night shift.

The house was unusually quiet. Her brother was playing on the phone; her father hadn't returned yet.

Siya was humming in the kitchen when her mother walked in and stared.

"Why are you so happy?" her mother asked sharply.

She shrugged. "Nothing… just had a good day yesterday."

"You went out yesterday, didn't you? With that boy?"

"How do you know?" she whispered.

"You think this is a joke, Siya? People saw you. Talking. Laughing. Holding hands!"

Siya's throat dried. "We didn't do anything wrong, Maa…"

Her mother's voice dropped, low and dangerous.

"You think we gave you freedom so you can ruin our name?"

🥀 When Love Feels Like Rebellion

Accusations about her "character" were thrown.

Everything from her phone usage to her clothes became part of the case against her.

He returned home drunk—again—and the moment her mother whispered something into his ear, he stormed into Siya's room.

"Love? At this age? What are you, a heroine?"

"Chup kar haramzaadi!" he shouted, raising his hand.

This time, Siya flinched but didn't cry.

"I won't apologize for being loved," she whispered. "Not anymore."

For the first time… she didn't beg.

She ran to her room and locked the door.

Her hands trembled as she texted Ruhan:

"No. Please don't. They'll destroy everything."

At 1:43 AM, as her body shivered under a blanket of anxiety, a voice note arrived.

"My Siya… I know tonight hurts. But remember this—you're not alone. I'll fight the world for you. Even if I have to wait a thousand days… I'll wait.

Just stay strong. Breathe. You're almost out of this cage. I love you."

She replayed it. Again. And again.

Tears fell. But they didn't burn anymore.

Chapter 15: When Reality Knocks