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I loved this story, so I made an interactive version on Cycle AI where you can step into any character and live it yourself！ The pain wasn't the part I couldn't stop thinking about. It was what might happen after the pain. Whether my fingers would still do exactly what I needed them to do. For a surgeon, that wasn't a small fear. It was a whole future, reduced to the hands lying in my lap. I was Avya Rawal. Twenty-four. A doctor who had worked for a life she now couldn't get back to. Three months without the hospital, and I could almost feel that other version of me becoming a stranger. I had driven drunk. Someone had died. I never forgot it, even when my parents behaved as though forgetting was the only reason I could still be breathing. Their punishments left me frightened of the next one. Alone afterward, I cried over more than the injuries. What if the part of me that could help people was being destroyed too? Then my father took me to meet my future husband. Papers were signed. Sunday was chosen. My future changed hands without ever passing through mine. I recognized Hridhaan. He had already shown me what his hatred felt like around my throat. The dead woman had been the woman he loved. I tried to leave before the wedding. A plane ticket seemed like a plan until he intercepted me on the way to the airport and brought me back. He called me Dr. Rawal in the car. Such a small thing to hurt so badly. I could bear his hatred more easily than hearing him use the name of the life I was losing. On our wedding night, his grandmother sent me upstairs. When he found me in his room, my explanation didn't protect me. Nothing about being his wife made him gentler. He spoke of the woman in the hospital report. Her suffering. The future she had lost. I listened, sick with the knowledge that I couldn't give any of it back. Then he said I'd had three months of freedom. I thought about my parents. About being alone with bandaged hands. About praying that I could still do the work I'd trained for. His version of those months had room for my freedom, but none for my fear. He didn't know what had happened inside our house. He sent me to the basement. I sat there in my wedding clothes, trying to separate remorse from the things everyone said remorse required of me. I could not undo a death. I could not make him love me. But did being responsible for something terrible mean there was nothing left in me worth saving? Later, he would remind me of the promising doctor I had been, as if that only made the accusation sharper. For me, it did something else. It reminded me there had been a person before the accident. I was afraid of losing my hands. I was beginning to understand that I was losing my voice too. And I didn't know how much longer I could survive agreeing with everyone who wanted me to disappear. #cycleai #BookTok #MarriageOfRevenge #ForcedMarriage #Drama
I loved this story, so I made an interactive version on Cycle AI where you can step into any character and live it yourself！ The pain wasn't the part I couldn't stop thinking about. It was what might happen after the pain. Whether my fingers would still do exactly what I needed them to do. For a surgeon, that wasn't a small fear. It was a whole future, reduced to the hands lying in my lap. I was Avya Rawal. Twenty-four. A doctor who had worked for a life she now couldn't get back to. Three months without the hospital, and I could almost feel that other version of me becoming a stranger. I had driven drunk. Someone had died. I never forgot it, even when my parents behaved as though forgetting was the only reason I could still be breathing. Their punishments left me frightened of the next one. Alone afterward, I cried over more than the injuries. What if the part of me that could help people was being destroyed too? Then my father took me to meet my future husband. Papers were signed. Sunday was chosen. My future changed hands without ever passing through mine. I recognized Hridhaan. He had already shown me what his hatred felt like around my throat. The dead woman had been the woman he loved. I tried to leave before the wedding. A plane ticket seemed like a plan until he intercepted me on the way to the airport and brought me back. He called me Dr. Rawal in the car. Such a small thing to hurt so badly. I could bear his hatred more easily than hearing him use the name of the life I was losing. On our wedding night, his grandmother sent me upstairs. When he found me in his room, my explanation didn't protect me. Nothing about being his wife made him gentler. He spoke of the woman in the hospital report. Her suffering. The future she had lost. I listened, sick with the knowledge that I couldn't give any of it back. Then he said I'd had three months of freedom. I thought about my parents. About being alone with bandaged hands. About praying that I could still do the work I'd trained for. His version of those months had room for my freedom, but none for my fear. He didn't know what had happened inside our house. He sent me to the basement. I sat there in my wedding clothes, trying to separate remorse from the things everyone said remorse required of me. I could not undo a death. I could not make him love me. But did being responsible for something terrible mean there was nothing left in me worth saving? Later, he would remind me of the promising doctor I had been, as if that only made the accusation sharper. For me, it did something else. It reminded me there had been a person before the accident. I was afraid of losing my hands. I was beginning to understand that I was losing my voice too. And I didn't know how much longer I could survive agreeing with everyone who wanted me to disappear. #cycleai #BookTok #MarriageOfRevenge #ForcedMarriage #Drama
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