Prologue

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"Miss Kamya has been found guilty of murdering innocent civilians!" the jury announced. "She will receive medical treatment at a mental asylum until her recovery, after which she will face a lifetime imprisonment for her crime. Throughout her treatment, she will be under strict police surveillance." "No! I didn’t murder anyone! This is a lie! I’m innocent! Please, jurors, investigate this case again! I am innocent! I’m a surgeon—I’ve saved countless lives! How could I possibly kill my patients? It goes against everything I believe in! I want justice!" Kamya shouted, her voice filled with desperation. She couldn’t comprehend that she was being punished for a crime she had never even considered, let alone committed. Two female officers handcuffed her and began to escort her out of the courtroom to prevent any further disruption. "I’m innocent! Brother! Dad! Tell them I could never do something so horrific!" Kamya cried, tears streaming down her face. "Kamya! I believe you! I will investigate this myself!" Leo, her brother, reassured her. "Don’t cry!" "Bhai! Call Damon! He can help me! He’s on a business trip, and I can’t reach him. If he finds out, he’ll rush back to rescue me! My daughter needs me—she's only ten months old. Damon will take care of her until I return from prison!" Kamya pleaded, her voice trembling. "Don’t worry, Princess. Damon and I will look after Daisy. I promise I’ll find a way to clear your name and get you out of this," Leo vowed. "Kamya! Be strong! We're trying to contact Damon. I’m sure he’s heard the news and is looking for a way to protect you. You have to stay strong!" Derek, Kamya’s father, encouraged. "Okay, Dad," Kamya sniffled. "Please step aside! We need to leave!" one of the female officers ordered firmly as she led Kamya away. ... For three days, Kamya screamed for help in her cell. "Please, don’t! I’m not crazy! Damon, where are you? Please save me!" she cried. "Someone wants to see you!" the warden announced rudely. Kamya turned, a smile breaking across her face. "It must be Damon! I knew he’d come to protect me!" she exclaimed excitedly. A tall, handsome man with tanned skin and blonde hair entered the room. Kamya rushed to him and hugged him tightly. "Damon! I missed you!" Damon stepped back, remaining silent. "Kamya, I’m trying my best to prove your innocence, but I can’t find any evidence to support it. I’m so sorry." "Dammit! I’m innocent! I didn’t kill anyone! Please believe me! You know I could never commit such a crime. Tell them to let me go!" Kamya pleaded, tears in her eyes. "How can I help you when all the evidence points to you being the murderer?" Damon snapped. "No! I didn’t kill anyone!" Kamya insisted, her voice rising. "Kamya, your test results indicate that you have multiple personality disorder. I’m not saying you are the murderer, but one of your other personalities might be responsible. You need to admit that you’re mentally unwell. I’ll plead with the jury for a reduced sentence based on your condition," Damon said gently, cupping her cheeks. "No! Never! I’m not ill—I know I’m not the killer! It wasn’t me!" Kamya screamed, pushing him away. "Then you can rot in this asylum and then in prison for the rest of your life," Damon shouted in frustration. "Why can’t you believe me? It wasn’t me!" Kamya cried, clutching her hands tightly. "Ugh! Just leave me alone!" Damon recoiled, his hand bleeding from where she had pushed him. Kamya stared at the wound in shock. "You crazy woman!" Damon cursed. "Ha! True! I am mad! Yes, you’re right! Hahaha!" Kamya laughed maniacally. "Have you lost your mind?" Damon asked, astonished. Kamya’s laughter faded, and fresh tears filled her eyes. "Why? Why did you do this? I loved you with all my heart, and this is how you repay me?" she asked, disappointment etched on her face. "Stop talking nonsense!" Damon snapped. "Damon, what did I do wrong? Why am I suffering? Why did you deceive me? If you wanted to hurt me, you could have done it openly instead of stabbing me in the back. Why?" Kamya fell to her knees. Damon’s frown turned into a smirk. "Well, it’s good to know you’re not as dumb as I thought." "Where did I go wrong? What was my fault? I deserve to know why you’re punishing me," Kamya pleaded. Damon chuckled and crouched down to her level. "You were innocent, yes, but you made a mistake. You’re the daughter of the woman I despise most. My entire existence revolves around taking revenge. You’re suffering for the sins your mother committed. I never loved you because I hate your face—it reminds me of your mother, who destroyed my childhood and took my family from me. Now you’ll pay for her actions." "Damon, did you ever love me?" Kamya asked, her heart shattered by the betrayal. Damon remained silent. Kamya understood his answer. "What about our daughter?" "I will take care of her," Damon replied. "Don’t tell her about me!" Kamya closed her eyes, overwhelmed. "I know what’s best for my daughter," Damon insisted. "Damon! Never show your face to me again. From this moment on, consider me dead!" Kamya declared, turning her face to the white wall. Damon left without another word. .............. My name is Kamya, and I once had everything a girl could wish for. I was surrounded by a loving father, a supportive brother, a caring husband, and a beautiful daughter. I enjoyed a thriving career as a surgeon and a fulfilling married life. My life resembled a fairy tale until it all fell apart. In an instant, everything crumbled, transforming my dream into a nightmare. What did I do wrong? "My mistake was loving Damon unconditionally." "My mistake was believing in my brother’s promise to always protect me, no matter what." "And the gravest error of all? My mother is Kavya—a murderer who has taken the lives of many innocent people." Because of these "mistakes," I've found myself in an asylum, destined to spend the rest of my life in confinement, longing for someone to call my own...
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