Aayra’s scream tears through the room like a wounded animal’s cry, raw and full of hatred. Her voice cracks as she shouts again, louder this time, her chest heaving as rage burns through every vein in her body

She grabs the first thing her hand touches and throws it across the room. The sound of breaking glass follows, sharp and violent, matching the storm inside her. Her breathing is uneven, her whole body shaking, not with fear now, but with pure fury