dead girls don't love [dgdl]

chapter 01 \v

ASHNA ABSOLUTELY HATED LOVE, with every bated breath inside her that had somehow kept her undead for nineteen years of her life. More or so, it was romantic love she despised. Especially romantic love.

The concept seemed bizarre to her, trusting a full-fledged lie. She could never believe that any such relation blooming was anything more than a dissembling dalliance, which with its doom also planned the withering of the two persons involved into it, scrunching the unlucky one under the other's feet.

Love, for all she has known, was a promising ruination.

Reasons why she was denying her reduced to a frail sister, why she was not willing to marry 'yet', she has added for an effect. Her boney body was painted terrifyingly beautiful with violets all around her body, unable to hide marks that announced the cowardness of continuing to be in love.

The place she was in felt unbearably cold to her. The house was large enough for two people and the third, only today, was her.

She was sitting in the guest room after having turned down her sister's offer to go on in her room.

Ivanya, her sister who felt completely unlike how she used to be, swallowed an embarrassed sigh, nodded, and then got up to bring her little sister something to eat.

It has been as long as two years since Ashna last came to Ivanya's place. She just never found a good enough reason or that she always found, even if little, reasons to avoid visiting her. She came around once in a while, only to meet her, check on her, or cause she missed her which she does not admit to her sister though. But today when her sister invited her, she could not deny it.

Her night-black eyes roamed around the strange room, well furnished and swept perfectly clean, obviously by her sister; wedding pictures and flower vases were the only decorations. Ashna chuckles mockingly, remembering days when they cleaned and cooked together until they did not.

Her eyes stop at the wedding photographs when Ivanya emerges through the door, the curtains fluttering, a tray with sweets in her hand and a large smile on her face, tears pressed back into her eyes.

Her eyes dart to her sister who keeps the tray on the table and sits beside her on the sofa, closer this time yet more hideous as she has now come up with a scarf wrapped around her neck and shoulders. She mentally scoffs at the foolishness of her sister.

Two times in three years of her marriage with her husband, she had been brought on shoulders to her home, almost dead. God knows for what, she returned back, each time.

Even if she has not been home for more than half a year, there is hardly any doubt that she was not bashed heads with walls as a result of someone's uncontrolled rage. Though, at various times, Ashna considered her sister deserving of all she received and oh well, she did not even complain so it's totally fine, right?

But still, Ashna could not help caring about her even when she knew she couldn't do a thing, she had tried.

"Why don't you eat?" Ivanya nudges her sister lovingly and Ashna smiles, gritting her teeth behind her pursed lips, picking up a kalakand from the tray, its sweetness odd to her tongue.

"Where is -" Ashna struggles with what to call this man, her sister's husband, one she has once happily called jija until she did not feel the need or want to do so anymore.

"He is out for some work?" Ivanya answers or questions maybe making it easy for her like she always, usually did. Now, it is hard for her own self and Ashna nods, not prying any further.

Ashna chews the leftover sweet in her hand as she answers her sister's little questions about her studies and all; a little shocked as to how time changes things so drastically.