04

EHAN'S LIFE

EHAN NORAIZ

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room, a clear sign that someone had dropped their drink. Ehan lay sprawled on the floor, his back against the wall, completely wasted.

Ehan, the 27-year-old son of a wealthy businessman, had it all - except a sense of belonging. His life was a haze of booze and cigarettes, a coping mechanism for the emptiness within. Love was a foreign concept to him, a feeling he'd never quite grasped.

Despite being part of a large family, Ehan felt isolated, like an outsider looking in. His parents, caught up in raising his younger siblings, had long neglected him, leaving him to fend for himself. As the eldest, he'd learned to distance himself, to rely solely on himself.

Deep down, Ehan yearned for warmth and connection, but it seemed like his family's love had gotten lost in the chaos of their lives. He felt like a stranger among his own flesh and blood, a feeling that had become all too familiar.

After years of grinding and pushing himself to the limit, Ehan finally built a business empire that rivaled his family's wealth. But with success came isolation. He deliberately cut ties with his past, moving out and starting fresh.

As time passed, Ehan convinced himself that love was a luxury he couldn't afford. He'd been hurt before, and the risk of opening up again was too great. Yet, despite his tough exterior, a part of him still yearned for human connection.

His mind was a fortress, fortified against the possibility of letting someone in. But life had other plans. The unexpected was about to disrupt his carefully constructed world, and nothing would ever be the same again.

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There are still many things I wanted to write like I wrote in Hamda's description but I thought why not give some surprises in the upcoming chapters also I will mostly update at night.

Sorry for the delay but I got caught up with some work

The updates will be a bit slower

Luv ya

~AZ

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