Born With A Curse

**Chapter 8: The Burden of a Curse**

That night, as Meera sat alone in her room, she reopened Reyansh’s message. His words tugged at her heart, each line a reminder of the connection she was letting slip away.

**"I’m sorry, Meera. I don’t even know what I did wrong. Why are you ignoring me? If there’s something I’ve done, please tell me. I’m sorry. And if you don’t want me in your life anymore, I’ll leave, but please, Meera, meet me at least once—one last time, please."**

Meera’s heart ached as she read the message again. Reyansh didn’t deserve this, but how could she explain to him the curse she believed she carried?

**"I am the one who is so unfortunate,"** Meera thought, her mind heavy with guilt.

**"My curse doesn’t let anyone stay in my life for long, and it harms the ones I love. My family wouldn’t taunt me for no reason. I was born with the death of my mother, and they always said my curse took her. They said I was the reason for my father’s accident when I turned seven."**

Those words had haunted her for years. Her family had never let her forget the burden she carried. Every mistake, every tragedy was laid at her feet.

Her mother’s death. Her father’s accident. Every misfortune in her family seemed to circle back to her, or so she had been told. And now, Meera feared that Reyansh would be next—that if she let him get too close, the curse would take him too.