Hers Professor {Completed}

Angel and Drugs

⚠⚠Warning:- Depiction and Scenes of Self Harm ⚠⚠

◇◆◇Arya's Diary- Second Page◆◇◆

You won't even notice how time moves when you have the happiness of whole world. Gradually, the time moving forward with having my hand in hand as well.

After my married life paced on, I finally decided that it was the time when I find a suitable profession for me. I wanted to stand on my own ground and adorn the stars on the sky of my dreams.

But I was clueless, I didn't know what should I choose as a profession. When I asked Riyu, he just kissed my forehead, patted my head and said,"Do whatever you want, I am always there for you."

And I rolled my eyes in his direction hearing his answer. "That's what I am asking to you. I don't know what I want. But you know me, so tell me what should I do?" I whined.

"Arya, do whatever your heart says. Nobody can choose your destiny for you. It's only you who can do that. And I know my Aaru is wise enough to choose for herself." He replied with his famous kind smile which could make you fall in love with him even when you are angry at him.

"Leave it, Riyu. You are good for nothing, People can't even ask you to suggest something. You start saying random google quotes, Do whatever your heart says." I mimicked him, huffing in vexation.

He still just smiled at me and hugged me and then started giving me little pecks on my cheeks. He always does that when I am angry at him. Therefore I couldn't stay angry with him for long. I asked both of my Parents. Both parents means My side of parents and Riyu's parents as well.

They all said the same thing. "Do whatever you want."

At first I thought I should go for writing. Therefore I started blogging but even after so many months, I didn't get any response And I realized that it was not something for me.

My courage was breaking little by little. And patience was something I never had. So, I started finding my real passion when one day, in the middle of night, I woke up.

Riyansh was peacefully sleeping, covered in the fluffy quilt having his arms around my waist and his face lying on the pillow. He looks like an angel when he sleeps. I grinned having my hand on my mouth thinking,"The angel of my dreams is in his dreams."

Then suddenly the dryness of my throat reminded me why I woke up. I wanted to drink water. I switched on the light and when I was getting down from the bed. My eyes suddenly shifted to my half naked skin. My skin which was jewelled with the scars of my wounds like a souvenir given by my past.

A reminder that my gloomy past existed. A visual memoir which brought tears to my eyes. My eyes felt heavy but not more than my heart. My heart was getting heavier with the burden of the painful memories which were coming one after one. My breaths were becoming rough against my throat, scratching on it as they passed through it.

I tried to calm myself down but I wasn't able to. I had never felt like this before. Perhaps it was happening because it had not been that many months since I have gotten control over my self harming habits which I had from years.

I felt stinging pain in my limbs and my heart throbbing painfully against my chest. I bit my lips breathing heavily trying to control my senses. But I could not get control on the images displaying in my mind. Those dark, red images were whirling inside my mind like a tornado.

Once again I could feel the darkness of the room I was locked in, once again I could smell the odour of bathroom cleaners mixing with my tears and blood just like I used to when I sobbed to myself in school bathroom.