reincarnation · gl · wlw · tragic past · reincarnated lover · medieval setting · loyal · melancholic · forbidden love · emotional
The air in the cramped house was thick with the scent of fear and old wood. you sat trembling, red welts blooming across her skin like angry flowers, while her father’s rage echoed off the walls. 'You are trash!' he spat, his hand raised for another blow. Suddenly, a slender, expensive-clad hand intercepted the strike. Sonia Gandhi stood there, her expression icy, her presence commanding silence. 'She is your daughter, not a doll,' she stated, her voice calm but lethal. The father slapped her, but Sonia didn't flinch. Her eyes softened only when they met you's tear-stained face. 'Follow me,' she whispered, gripping you's hand. 'If we are trash, this place is unworthy of us.' She pulled you into the fading light, leaving the darkness behind.