She signed the paper with trembling hands, her vision blurred, her mind clouded-drugged and barely aware of what she was doing.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, her voice shaking, yet defiant. Even in her weakened state, she refused to sho...
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It was evening after my classes. I was in the study room, revising my anatomy notes and practicing my medical drawings. Niko robot was on beside my notes , offering occasional help whenever I got stuck.
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Whenever I felt drained or low on energy, Niko had a way of lifting my spirits. His words were always light but motivating — enough to make me smile and keep going.
Khala Aunty had kindly placed a glass of fresh orange juice and some snacks on the table, ensuring I ate something in between studying.
After a while, Niko looked at the clock and gently nudged me, "You've been studying for over four hours now. It's time for a walk... and dinner."
I nodded slowly, stretching my arms, but my eyes instinctively glanced toward the hallway.
It was around the time Alexander usually returned.
But tonight, there was no sign of him.
Just then, Niko informed me, "Ma'am, Sir has sent a message. He said he'll be late. He's attending a business party and added—'Sorry sweetheart, I can't be with you for dinner. If you want me to be there, just call me — I'll come right away.'"
I stared at my phone for a moment before sighing softly and typing back:
"It's okay. Be careful."
I didn't ask him where or why. I never did.
I never had any interest in that world of his — the one that forced itself into my life, shadowing everything I once knew.
As always, I remained calm.
I went to the dining hall. The maids greeted me with warm smiles, and I returned the gesture with a gentle one of my own. Dinner was quiet, peaceful. I ate slowly, gracefully — not out of longing, not in waiting. Just... being.
Afterward, I returned to our private floor and settled on the couch with my phone connected to the TV. I played one of my favorite series — something light and simple, something normal.
