Chapter 1
A girl runs into her room, her chest aching, her eyes burning.
She collapses on the bed, clutching her pillow.
“Why… why me?
Why does this always happen to me?” she whispers through her tears.
Kavya was a quiet girl.
Her father served in the army. Her family lived together—her father, mother, uncle, grandparents, aunt, and Kavya.
From the day Kavya’s mother entered the house as a new bride, her life was never easy.
Her aunt and grandmother constantly taunted her.
“She’s a teacher, right? Then let her work more,” her aunt would say coldly.
Even though Kavya’s mother worked at school, she was expected to do double the household work.
When she was pregnant, the bullying didn’t stop. The insults didn’t stop.
Still, she endured everything silently.
After Kavya was born, her aunt got married and left the house.
But karma followed her.
At her new home, her husband abused her.
He threw plates at her, cursed her, humiliated her.
Later, she gave birth to a son.
Doctors said quietly, “The child’s mental development is not normal.”
The house fell silent.
Time passed.
Kavya’s uncle married. He had a son too.
Then Kavya’s mother gave birth to another daughter—Darina.
Years passed quietly.
Kavya’s father retired from the army and returned home.Kavya's silence Kavya was no longer the innocent child she once was.
She learned things too early—social media, dramas, games.
At first, it felt fun.
But slowly, her studies began to suffer.
Her father started saying,
“You will become a doctor.”
Kavya didn’t argue. She didn’t even understand.
As she grew older, she began to notice things.
Her father cared more for Darina.
If Darina asked for something, she got it immediately.
Kavya received only books.
When Kavya asked for something she liked, her father refused.
She started feeling alone.
Her mother tried, but Darina was younger.
Her mother spent most of her time with Darina.
Kavya returned from school alone.
Ate alone.
Sat alone.
Soon, her father began shouting at her.
For everything.
“You useless girl!”
“Can’t you do anything right?”
His anger came easily—perhaps the army had trained him to be harsh.
Darina made mistakes.
Kavya got blamed.
Kavya was too young to understand right and wrong.
Sometimes, she spoke back.
That made it worse.
“How dare you talk to me like that?” her father shouted.
“You think you’re brave now?”
From that day, Kavya felt detached from her own home.
She loved school—not because of studies, but because of her friends.
Kavya was overweight.
In class 10, the shouting increased.
“Why are you here?”
“Go study!”
Even when she studied, her father mocked her.
“You will never succeed.”
“You look like a pig.”
“Who will even marry you?”
Every day.
Not once.
Every day.
One day, she cried silently while studying.
She appeared for the Ajmal Super 40 exam—only because her parents forced her.
but She wasn’t selected.
Her father exploded.
She ran to her room and cried.
“God… why me?
Why do they hate me so much?
Why does my presence make them angry?”
After board exams, her father asked,
“How much will you get?”
“I don’t know,” Kavya said softly.
“Will it be 70+?”
“If not, you’ll see.”
“I usually get above 70…”
“You’re useless. All you do is eating.
No job, no future, no marriage.”
Kavya finally spoke.
“So… because I’m not beautiful, you’ll insult me?
Do parents love their children only for looks?
If you thought I was useless, why raise me?”
Her father laughed bitterly.
“You’ll never succeed.”
The result came.
78%.
Her friend texted.
“Kavya, how much did you get?”
“78%.”
“Oh… I got 73%. Ananya got 85. Arma got 90.”
At home—
“Papa… I got 78%.”
“Only this much?
You’ve never achieved anything.”
Kavya decided to live in a hostel for class 11.
Slowly, she changed.
She studied.
She lost weight.
She focused.
Her father spoke to her better—but only a little.
In college, a boy named Rahul started following her.
She rejected him again and again.
One evening, while returning from a birthday celebration—
“Kavya… look behind you,” Rahul laughed.
Before she could move, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. She tried to push him away, but he held her face and forcefully tried to kiss her.
“Leave me, Rahul!” she cried.
From a distance, a girl noticed Kavya struggling. Panicking, she picked up stones and threw them to scare Rahul and help Kavya. One stone accidentally hit Kavya.
Startled and afraid, Rahul ran away.
Shaken and injured, Kavya somehow reached the hostel. Seeing her condition, the gatekeeper let her in.
She locked her room door.
And stayed silent.
Her teacher noticed.
her friend told everything to her teacher
so,.She wanted to complain—but Kavya begged,
“Please don’t tell my parents.”
One day at home, the phone rang.
Her father answered.
“Hello, Kavya… my love,” a voice said mockingly.
“Did you miss our last kiss?”
Before Kavya could understand what was happening, her father turned and slapped her hard.
“So this is what you do?” he shouted.
“Is this who you really are?”
Kavya broke down.
“No, Papa… please,” she cried, her voice shaking.
“I didn’t do anything. Please believe me.”
Her mother stood frozen, listening to everything.
That night, locked in her mother’s arms, Kavya finally told her the truth—about the boy, the fear, the threats, and the silence she had been forced to carry.
Tears filled her mother’s eyes.
But Kavya held her tightly and whispered desperately,
“Please don’t tell Papa… please. I’m scared. If he knows, he’ll stop my studies. I won’t survive that.”
Her mother said nothing.
She only held her daughter closer.
Class 12 results came out—89%.
She cleared NEET.
Against all odds, Kavya secured admission to a medical college.
For the first time in many years, she smiled—not out of relief, but hope.
In college, she made a friend—arav
He helped her, treated her with kindness, and respected her boundaries.
(during free time)
Arav glanced at Kavya’s notebook and chuckled.
“How are your notes always so neat? If I show mine, even the teacher might give up.”
Kavya smiled. “Looking at your handwriting, it feels like you’re training to be a detective, not a doctor.”
Arav laughed. “Exactly! A patient will say, ‘I’m in pain,’ and I’ll reply, ‘Wait, let me first understand what I wrote yesterday.’”
Kavya laughed—softly, but genuinely.
“By the way,” arav added, “if I ever pass exams, it’ll be because of your notes.”
“Then you owe me tea,” Kavya said playfully.
“Deal,” he said. “Tea is compulsory for future doctors.”
For a moment, Kavya just laughed.
But not everyone looked at her with respect.
Another boy, Gaurav, watched her from a distance.
Why is she laughing with him? he thought bitterly.
She never looks at me like that.
His jaw tightened as he saw Kavya talking to others.
She thinks she’s too good now—medical college, new friends, he sneered inside his head.
Does she even know how much I like her? Or does she enjoy burning me like this?
His thoughts grew darker.
If she can smile for others, why not for me?
I liked her first. She should have chosen me.
Watching her with someone else felt like an insult.
If I can’t have her, his mind whispered with hatred,
then no one else deserves her either.
One day, he proposed to her publicly, certain she wouldn’t say no.
Kavya refused.
Something inside him snapped.
Her rejection burned in his chest like poison. What he felt was no longer love—it twisted into hatred. Seeing her walk away made his blood boil.
She embarrassed me, he thought bitterly.
She thinks she can just reject me and move on?
His thoughts turned dark.
I wanted her. I still want her, his mind screamed.
If I can’t have her the way I want, then I won’t let her belong to anyone else.
From that moment, his feelings were no longer affection.
They became obsession—fueled by rage and wounded pride.
After Gaurav proposed to Kavya in front of everyone and she refused him, something inside him changed.
The smile on his face hid humiliation, anger, and a deep desire for revenge.
Kavya, on the other hand, became quieter.
She no longer laughed freely.
She walked through the college corridors with uneasiness in her eyes, as if she could sense that something was wrong.
Days passed, and Bohag Bihu holidays arrived.
The college was busy, students preparing to leave for home.
Kavya’s father and her younger sister, Darina, had come to take her home.
Before leaving, Kavya said,
“I need to collect some documents from the principal’s office. I’ll be back soon.”
She walked inside the building, toward the quieter side of the corridor.
The noise of the campus slowly faded behind her.
Suddenly, from behind—
Someone struck her head hard with a thick wooden stick.
The pain was instant.
Her vision blurred, and her body staggered forward.
Before she could turn around or scream, strong hands grabbed her.
She tried to cry for help, but fear and shock locked her voice.
Blood slowly ran down from the wound on her head as her strength began to fade.
She was dragged deeper inside the building, toward the back side—
a place with no cameras,
no students,
no help.
Her body grew weak, her mind slipping in and out of consciousness
She struggled, weak and dizzy, her heartbeat screaming louder than her voice.
Every step felt like she was sinking deeper into a nightmare she could not escape.
She tried to call out—
“M… Ma—”
But the sound never came out.
Somewhere nearby, laughter echoed—cold, cruel, unreal.
The world spun.
Her strength slowly faded.
Time passed, and Kavya still did not return.
Her father’s patience slowly ran out.
His face tightened with irritation, and his voice grew harsh.
“She is always like this,” he muttered angrily.
“Never on time.”
Darina stood silently beside him.
After waiting for some more time, worry began to replace anger.
Her father looked around the campus, scanning every corner.
“She should have been back by now,” he said, his tone changing.
They began searching—
near the corridors,
outside the offices,
calling her name again and again.
But Kavya was nowhere to be found.
Meanwhile, the news reached arav.
Someone told him,
“Kavya hasn’t returned. No one knows where she is.”
His heart skipped a beat. Arav immediately remembered Kavya’s words—
“I’m going to the principal’s office.”
Without wasting a second, he rushed there.
“Sir,” Arav said anxiously,
“Did Kavya come here? She said you had called her.”
The principal looked surprised.
“Yes, I did call her,” he replied.
“But she never arrived.”
A strange silence filled the room.
Arav felt a deep fear rise inside him.
Something was terribly wrong.
The principal immediately alerted the staff.
Teachers, guards, and a few students began searching the campus.
Soon, panic spread everywhere.
And that was when the CCTV footage was checked.
Everyone froze.
On the screen, Kavya was seen being dragged away inside the college premises.
A few shadowed figures surrounded her—faces covered, movements rushed, almost desperate.
She struggled, then vanished from the frame.
The footage ended near the back side of the building—
a blind spot.
No cameras.
No witnesses.
A cold silence spread through the room.
Teachers, guards, and police began searching everywhere.
Hours later, behind the building, silence spoke louder than any scream.
Kavya was found there.
Her body lay unnaturally still, abandoned in the darkness.
Her clothes were torn and scattered, as if the night itself had betrayed her.
A deep wound on her naked body told a story no one wanted to hear.
Her eyes were closed—
not in peace,
but in surrender.
It looked as if she had fought until her strength was taken away,
until fear became heavier than life itself.
The ground around her stood witness.
No voice remained.
Only what was left behind..
Medical reports later confirmed the truth—
the injuries to her body were far too severe for her to survive.
The report also made one thing painfully clear:
Kavya had been sexually assaulted.
That day, it was not just Kavya who was lost.
A daughter.
A student.
A friend.
A future filled with unfinished dreams.
In broad daylight, her life was taken away—
while the world continued to move as if nothing had happened.
Her silence was heavier than screams.
And it lingered-
××-end of her story-××
