Chapter 9 (Mute )

• In the morning, as the sun gently peeked through the curtains, Priyank stirred from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, and he immediately noticed the wounded hand resting by his side. A pang of pain shot through his injured hand, but he found solace in the thought that soon his angel would be by his side, soothing not only his physical pain but also the ache in his heart.
• "Mine," he whispered softly, his voice filled with longing. "Mine to ruin, mine to soothe, just mine to do whatever I desire." With these words, he rose from his bed and began his morning routine.
• Making his way to the dining table, Priyank took a seat, his mother already seated across from him. She looked at him with concern in her eyes and spoke gently, "Priyank, my dear, let that poor soul be. She is not meant for you and your cruel world."