His Fragile Rose. [Completed]

Countenance And Clefts.

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Next update : Her Delicate Addiction.

Warning - Tissue papers.

Song - Moula Mere Moula Mere.

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"Eyes speak a lot when lips couldn't."

_Aastha.

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Third Person's P.O.V.

His reflection stared at him, eyes glossy, as he started back into the mirror, the man he hated, the man everyone hated. Running his fingers in his hairs, he almost pulled them out of their roots, before sighing out in pain. His fingers travelled towards his coat, before flinging it away on the bed, hands wavering as they next reached to his shirt buttons.

The buttons came undone one by one, revealing his skin underneath, his eyes zeroing on his chest, before shrugging off his shirt on the floor. The wall length mirror shined, as he skimmed his fingertips over the tattoo, inked in black, eyes softening as he read the name again and again, her name imprinted above his heart in neat cursives, a red rose inked below the name. The mirror revealing the self made tattoo above his wrist too, spelling her name.

He turned around at an angle, as next he skimmed through the marks on his back, several marks, wide criss crosses scattered, shining brown on his pale skin. Pushing his head against the mirror, he closed his eyes, trying to absorb some strength. Anything.

"Aksh!" He jumped around, backing against the mirror, terrified as Mehak entered the room, unannounced. He cursed himself for not locking the door, for opening his shirt in the room. He just didn't think she would want to come to his room. Fuck.

"You've to answer my questions-" Mehak said angrily, but paused abruptly when it landed on his chest. His eyes were wide as saucers, as he horrifically shook his head. No. No. No. Her eyes blinked, before they froze, the word rose gazing back at her, her eyes not leaving the sight of his heart, her ears echoing with the same word in his voice, which was inked. Rose.

Her mouth parted, as her trembling legs moved slowly, her eyes did not dare blink, her fingers shook as she raised them, hovering above his chest but refusing to touch, her heart betraying her. Everything felt dazed, oblivious, as her fingers lightly grazed the tattoo, before her shivering fingers traced the curves, stopping at the red rose below.

"W-wha-t-"

"It's nothing, rose." Aksh tried to cover it with his hands, his voice thickening, coming off as a heavy whisper. Mehak's frozen eyes first time since the tattoo encounter moved to his eyes, before realisation set in. The tattoo wasn't there when they were together. Did he get it after that? Why?

"W-wh-y?" Her voice falling her, her brain refusing to draw any reasonings.

"It's nothing-" Aksh tried to shield it from her eyes, but unknowingly kept his hand over her which was resting over his crazily beating heart. Mehak looked at it, before she saw his hand. Taking grip of his hand, she turned it, her eyelids faltering, when she was Mehak written above his exposed wrist. The lines were messy, specifying that it was self made. Aksh snatched away his hand, cursing himself over and over.