AHSAASโS POV:
I was sitting in the living room beside Mumma, but I wasn't really there.
The television was running softly in the background, filling the house with meaningless noise. Evening sunlight filtered through the large windows, painting warm golden streaks across the floor. The house smelled faintly of fresh coffee and the jasmine flowers Mumma always kept in a crystal vase near the center table.
It should have felt peaceful.
Safe.
Normal.
Write a comment ...
ADVAITโS POV:
AUTHORโS POV:
![Chapter 46 [part 2]๐ถ](https://sk0.blr1.cdn.digitaloceanspaces.com/sites/853781/posts/1956673/IMG-20250427-WA0014-spyziepcvc1780774488.jpg)
AHSAAS'S POV:
![Chapter 46 [part 1]๐ถ](https://sk0.blr1.cdn.digitaloceanspaces.com/sites/853781/posts/1956672/IMG-20250427-WA0014-ksmdcdmwfj1780774359.jpg)
AHSAASโS POV:
AHSAASโS POV:
AHSAASโS POV:
AHSAASโS POV:
Content Warning: This chapter contains references to the collection and preservation of human hearts, which some readers may find disturbing, unsettling, or uncomfortable.
AUTHORโS POV:
AHSAASโS POV:
AHSAASโS POV:
Ahsaasโs Pov:
AUTHORโS POV:
Word Count : 4800+
AHSAASโS POV:
Ahsaas's POV:
Ahsaasโs POV:
The wrought-iron gates opened into a sprawling mansion that carried the quiet confidence of old wealth rather than loud display.
Word count : 4800+
Write a comment ...