He made me stand on my feet and I stumbled terribly. The shreak that left my mouth alerted him and he looked at my swollen foot. There was no external injury but the swelling on my foot looked like I would lose my foot very soon.
"What did you do.?" His panic voice reached me and his acts since yesterday kept on surprising me. I did not answer and looked away from his face which showed worry.
For me ?
"Come." He slid his one arm around my back and the other hand held mine. He guided me towards his car and I looked like a penguine jumping after every step as I could not walk properly. If he hadn't made me stand I would have never realized that the bruise got worse. Seeing me struggling so much, he picked me up at once without any warning and rushed to his car. I wanted to protest and punch him for all the things he ever did to me but the pain in my foot felt as if it affected each and every cell in my body. From my foot till my head every damn cell ached and I felt my eyes closing due to constant pain. I had no energy left. I felt every move of his; when he placed me in the car or when he sat beside me on the driving seat and all I could think of was my experience of riding with him.
Vulnerable
Hurt
Tired
And something was added to the experience today.
BROKEN
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I laid on the hospital bed alone staring at my bandaged foot. I had severe headache and due to constant empty stomach I felt extremely loaded in my chest. My mind was once again blank thinking of all the mess that my life had. Did I actually not die ? Will I never be able to escape this pain and lonliness ? Will I have to live with this pain and emptiness forever ?
The door of my room opened and The Mighty Malhotra came inside smiling at me as he saw me awake. I broke our eye lock just when his eyes met mine.
"How are you now ?" He asked coming close to my bed. I nodded my head not having anything to say. Why was he so relaxed ? So normal ? I was engaged to him and all he did was to smile. How could he allow it ? He hated me. He couldn't stand me for more than a minute. Is he planning to kill me or send me away ? Will he be doing something worse to me ? Thinking about engagement I realized that I still had that stone in my finger. I never got a time to look at it or think of it. I should have taken it off way back.
I hastily tried to take off the ring and I hurt my fingers with my nails as I struggled to free my finger and my life from this burden. Large warm hands held mine and I looked abruptly into those brown eyes.
"Don't..!" His voice was firm and low. I looked at him waiting for him to get angry and burst out all his anger on me like always but nothing like that happened. "It looks good on you..!" He said politely. Nothing else. No lecture or scolding. I looked at him shocked at the change of his personality in a day. He might be planning something big.
"You can go home now." He said moving away as he felt my uneasiness.
"I don't have any." I replied plainly and images of my burned house flashed in front of my eyes. I shut my eyes close holding back my tears.
"You do." He said smiling at me once again. "Come." He said gesturing me to get up and I did without any complaints. He was fucking controlling me and I had no idea why I wasn't stopping him. He was having this great effect on me. I was following him like a robot. May be because he was the only one who could offer me a place to live, as he says. People whom I considered my family since the time I recognized them threw me away to some stranger. How could I be so helpless to seek shelter from someone I hated the most because I have got no one.
