Vodka on the rocks

Prologue

So here's the thing with broken hearts.

No matter how hard you try,

The pieces never fit the way

They did before

And funnily enough, they all lie

You don't die from a broken heart

You only wish you did...

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She knew he was watching her as she let Farhad put her suitcases away inside the car. She hadn't turned back and she didn't intend to. Yet as always she could feel his heated gaze bore holes into the cold skin of her back. He must be standing there, at the terrace from the bedroom overlooking the porch were she stood, tall and unmoving. Her head held high. Women who have walked through Hell and hurricanes are made of stronger stuff. She wouldn't let him have the privilege of knowing the havoc in her heart. He didn't deserve it.

From this position he was standing at a much higher ground than her technically speaking. Almost looking down at her. But she vowed that one day she will kick him in the teeth hard enough to fall from that high and mighty throne and watch his bones break with as much satisfaction as her heart did.

Farhad was crying. Long tears streaming down his face which bespoke of untold agony. She held his hand. She knew he was attached to her. He nodded looking aside, he couldn't let her actually see him cry right?

Men and their fragile egos.

Men and their false promises.

Men and their disgusting...

The car honked and she broke out of her dark reverie. She entered the back seat and finally allowed herself to leave Farhad's hand. He said something thickly yet rapidly to the driver in Telegu, illegible to her but somehow she knew. Good ol' Farhad.

She felt the car move and as it kicked a curb around the stone pathway of the Rao Mansion she could see Farhad and the white building behind her grow smaller and smaller in the rear view. It was an epiphanic moment for her. She was finally free! Free from everyone and everything.

Free to rise from her ashes like a phoenix that she was. Burnt yet bright, bellowing with a vengeance of fiery resolve. She will rise again and this time she won't let anyone tie her down.

As Pallavi wiped her tears taking her first step out into the blinding hot light of the fire which would revive her, the man left standing at the terrace of his dank palace let his tears flow, welcoming the onset of an eternal winter which would freeze him up to his very bones.

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Trigger warning: This will be a dark short story. There will be mentions of r*pe, violence and self harm. Mental health issues and physical and mental torture. I will give warning before I write any of the above mentioned in the chapter as well. 

A/N:- I know I know, I should've posted this first but I forgot I had written a prologue to this. It was there in IF.. hehehe *awkward smilies*