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Shattered Illusions

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I found myself trapped in the clutches of a lurking monster. Unbeknownst to me, Arnav Thakur, a man with a captivating smile and piercing gaze, harboured a chilling secret. Behind his facade of charm, he lacked empathy, a trait he concealed from the world. But I saw through the veneer, bearing witness to his devilish nature. The revelation came at a high price. Fear propelled me into a desperate flight, but the relentless pursuit of monsters knows no bounds. As I sought refuge from his haunting presence, I discovered the shadows he cast upon my life. Manipulative and calculating, Arnav was a master at concealing his inner demons. The worst part is that no one sees his devil side. I do. And that will cost me everything. I run, but the thing about monsters? They always chase.

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Chapter 1Lurking monsters

Avantika 

Disasters start on black nights. Starless, soulless, sparkless nights. The type of nights that serve as ominous backgrounds in folklore tales. I peer down on the crashing waves that war with the huge pointy rocks that form the cliff. My feet tremble on the edge as bloody images roll in my mind with the wrecking force of a hurricane. The replay happens in full, disturbing motion. The rev of the engine, the slide of the car, and eventually, the haunting scratch of metal against rocks and the splash in the deadly water. There's no car now, no person inside it, no soul to be dispersed into the unapologetic air. It's only the slam of the angry waves and the ferocity of the solid rocks. Still, I don't dare to blink. I didn't blink back then either. I just stared and stared, then shrieked like a haunted mythical creature. He didn't hear me, though. The boy whose body and soul are no longer with us. The boy who struggled both mentally and emotionally but still managed to be there for me.

A sudden chill runs down my back, and I cross my shawl over my white top and denim shorts. But it's not the coldness that rattles me to the bone. It's the night. The terror of the merciless waves. The atmosphere is eerily similar to a few weeks ago when Aman drove me to this cliff in India. An isolated spot situated on the western coast, where the Arabian Sea meets the land. When we first came here, I never imagined everything would spiral to a deathly end. No stars were present then either, and just like tonight, the moon shone brightly, casting its ethereal glow like the bleeding of pure silver on a blank canvas. The ancient rocks that have witnessed countless tales of love and loss stand as silent witnesses to the crimson blood, lost life—and an all-encompassing sense of grief.

They all say it'll get better with time. My parents, my grandparents, my therapist. But it's only been getting worse. Every night for weeks, I haven't gotten more than two hours of hazy, nightmare-riddled sleep. Every time I close my eyes, Aman's kind face comes crashing in, then he smiles as scarlet red explodes from all of his orifices. I wake up shaking, crying, and hiding in my pillow so that no one thinks I've gone whacko. Or that I need more therapy. I was supposed to spend semester break with my family back in the bustling city of Mumbai, but I just couldn't take it anymore. It was pure impulse when I snuck out of the house as soon as everyone fell asleep, drove for two hours, reached the serene coastal town, and ended up here well past two a.m.

Sometimes, I want to stop hiding from everyone, myself included. Oftentimes, however, it gets too hard, and it's impossible to breathe properly. I can't look Mom in the eye and lie. I can't face Dad and Grandpa and pretend I'm their little girl anymore. I think the Avantika Rathore they raised for nineteen years perished with Aman a few weeks ago. And I can't face the fact that they'll learn that soon. That they'll look at my face and see an imposter. A disgrace to the Rathore name. It's why I'm here—a last attempt to expel the charge building in my body.

The wind frizzles my dark black hair, sending strands flying into my eyes. I flip it back and rub my palm on the side of my shorts as I stare down. Down. Down… My rubbing heightens in intensity, matching the sound of the wind and the waves crashing against the shore. The pebbles crush under my tennis shoes as I take a step closer to the edge. The first one is the hardest, but then it's like I'm floating on air. My arms open wide, and I close my eyes. As if I'm possessed by an alternate power, I don't recognize that I remain standing in place or how my fingers itch to create, to spray paint on something. Anything.

I hope Ma won't see the last painting I did. I hope she won't remember me as the least talented of her kids. The disgrace who couldn't even reach the tip of her genius. The weirdo whose artistic sense is screwed up in all the wrong ways. "I'm so sorry," I whisper the words I think Aman told me before he flew to nowhere. Light slips past the corner of my closed lids, and I startle, thinking that maybe his ghost has risen from the water and is coming after me. He'll tell me the words he snarled in every nightmare. "You're a coward, Avni. Always were and always will be."

That thought spurs those haunting images from the nightmares. I spin around so fast that my right foot slips, and I let out a shriek as I tumble backward. Back… Toward the deadly cliff. A strong hand wraps around my wrist and tugs with a force that steals the breath from my lungs. My hair flies behind me in a symphony of chaos, but my vision still zeroes in on the person holding me effortlessly with one hand. He doesn't pull me from the edge, though, and instead, keeps me at a dangerous angle that could get me killed in a fraction of a second. My legs shake, slipping against the tiny rocks and sharpening the angle I'm standing at—and the possibility of a fall. The person's eyes—a man, judging by his muscular frame—are covered by a camera that's slung around his neck. Once again, blinding light flashes directly on my face. So that's the reason behind the startling flash a moment ago. He's been photographing me. It's only then I realize that moisture has gathered in my eyes, my hair is a tragic mess of the wind's making, and the dark circles beneath my eyes could probably be seen from outer space. I'm about to tell him to pull me, because my position is literally on the edge and I'm scared that if I try to do it myself, I'll just fall. But then something happens. He slides the camera from his eyes, and my words get caught at the back of my throat. Since it's night and only the moon offers any type of light, I shouldn't be able to see him so clearly. But I can. It's like I'm seated at the premiere of a film. A thriller. Or maybe a horror. People's eyes usually brighten with emotions, any type. Even grief makes them shine with tears, unsaid words, and irrevocable regrets. His, however, are as dim as the night and just as dark. And the weirdest part is that they're still indistinguishable from their surroundings. If I wasn't staring straight at him, I'd think he was a creature of the wilderness. A predator. A monster, maybe. His face is sharp, angular—the type that demands undivided attention, as if he were created for the purpose of luring people into a carefully-crafted trap. No, not people. Prey. There's a masculine quality to his physique that can't be hidden by his black trousers and a short-sleeved T-shirt. In the middle of this freezing spring night. His arm muscles bulge from the material with no hint of goosebumps or discomfort, as if he were born with cold blood. The hand he's currently holding my wrist hostage with—and effectively stopping my fall to death—is taut, but there's no sign of exertion whatsoever. Effortless. That's the word to be used for him. His whole demeanor drips with utter ease. It's too cool…too blank, so that he appears a bit bored, even. A bit…absent, despite being right here in the flesh. His full, symmetrical lips are set in a line as an unlit cigarette hangs from between them. Instead of looking at me, he stares at his camera, and for the first time since I noticed him, a spark of light simmers behind his irises. It's fast, fleeting, and almost imperceptible. But I catch it. The single moment in time where his bored façade shimmers, darkens, rears from the background before eventually disappearing. "Stunning."

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