Sweet 'n' Sour | ✔

thirty-seven

37. Maine jitni baar pucha, tumne utni bar jhoot bola, kyun? (You lied every time I asked, why?)

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It took a few seconds before the bitter-laced words registered in my head.

"It's painful, it hurts and it's so uncomfortable!"

And it took a few more seconds before the words made sense to me.

I was stunned speechless, overwhelmed by shame, embarrassment, hurt, and anger. I can't believe every moment that I spent worshipping her, must have been the same moment she wanted to push me away and out of my arms. Before I could stop, the tears spilled from my eyes.

"Aditya-"

She reached out to hold me, but this time it was me pulling away, my body recoiled naturally as I looked up at her, aware of the fresh tears that rolled down my cheeks. I was mortified to the end, panic flooding into me the more I stared into her eyes.

I would have understood had she said this to me right after the first time. The embarrassment and humiliation wouldn't have been lost on me, but I would have at least known there's so much room for improvement. But knowing that sex with me absolutely disgusts her and that she went as far as avoiding me, absolutely broke me.

Uncomfortable?

And painful.

My eyes snapped back to her, my own emotional wounds evading my concern as I acknowledged the words she hurled at me a few seconds ago. "Pai- Painful?" I asked, a stutter in my voice. Not a few hours ago I made a joke about feeling like a molester. Did I really become one just because she was too afraid to say no to me? Oh God, did I really molest her? "Did I- Did it feel like I was forcing myself on you?" I whispered, my jaw slacked, tears blurring my eyesight. I wouldn't be able to live with that realisation. Knowing how meek and timid she is, I won't put it past her to force herself to lie down with me just because I'm her husband and in some fucked up thought process of hers, I've every right on her body.

Priya gasped, shaking her head wildly. "No! No! No!" She rushed up to me, cupping my cheeks and denying my assumption with all her might. "You did not! Please don't think like that!" She begged me.

I tore her hands off my face, taking a tentative step back. "Why did it hurt? How much did it hurt? And for fucks sake, be honest." I snarled.

She flinched. "I- I don't know- I mean, I-"

"Be blunt," I snapped.

She startled, brown eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. "I don't know. Maybe I was not we-wet enough?"

"Did it hurt too much?"

She nodded submissively.

I exhaled a sigh, raking a hand through my messy hair. Striding past her, I opened the cupboard and traded my worn-down tshirt for a black hoodie. I shuffled through her side of clothes, drawing out a long skirt I had once seen on her and slim fitted sweatshirt. "Here, go change into them," I said, turning around and tossing the clothes at her. She caught them with a flinch.

"Wh-Why? Are we going somewhere?" She asked softly, hope blooming in her eyes as though I was taking her to some fucking fun fair after what went down between us.

"To the hospital!" I grunted, grabbing my socks and sitting down to put them on. She stood immobile. I felt a headache grow in my temples and the top of my eyes. "Go!"

She snapped out of the daze, scurrying inside the bathroom in urgency.

I sighed into my hands, slumping my shoulders low. I'll focus on licking my wounds later. Right now, she needs to see a doctor well versed in female anatomy and eliminate the fear growing in my chest that I might have caused some sort of infection to her vagina. I did not see her bleed after the first time, but who knows what happened inside? From what she said, I deduced that maybe she wasn't lubricated enough. Can rough, dry sex cause internal injuries? I hope not. God, why the sex ed in our country is such a shit show?