TANGLED SOULS

From the ashes - 2

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A loner. She's always been a loner. She lost her Naira Mumma when she was barely three months, her Sirat Mumma took care of her like her own daughter after her father married her. But her fate was cruel; it took her second mother away from her and somehow the blame ended up on her shoulders at an age where she couldn't even understand the real meaning of death.

Despite having a big family with many relations, she's always yearned for proper love and care, for years. Her heart craved for a fairytale like love, one that her parents had. She never searched for it willingly, but she wanted love to find her.

And love did found her, in the most unexpected and magical way possible. It found her and possessed her heart, body and soul, for this birth and the nexts.

Abhimanyu Birla.

His love was empowering, all consuming and intoxicating. His love set her soul free, her heart on fire and her body tremble with need. Need for him. He was the drug that drove her crazy, his thoughts invaded her mind without restrain from the day she laid her eyes on him.

It was in the way he looked at her with his ever so intense hazel eyes; as if she was everything he needed and craved for, all his life. It was in the way he whispered her most favorite words to her, so fiercely, so possessively with the everlasting passion in his voice. It was in the way he touched her all over, with his hands and mouth, and worshipped her body as his greatest salvation. It was in the way his heart pounded against her ear as she slept in his arms, calling her name in each heartbeat.

And she, Akshara, was, totally addicted to Abhimanyu's love. She needed it like she needed air to breath. She needed him in the depths of her soul to survive.

But intoxicated in his love, she forgot that fairytales don't exist in real life, no matter how much love two individuals had, how unconditional it was. While he was the man who made her feel like a fairy with wings in his love, he was also the man who burned those wings into ashes and abandoned her lifeless when she needed him the most.

She loathed him for what he did to her—at least it's what she made her heart believe for years. But she knew that a part of him was her only reason to be alive : their Abhir. Her little warrior was his own love and a part of his soul. Akshara would rather die than thinking about feeling anything but love for her precious Abhir, a part of hers and his soul. The very symbol of the love they once shared.

She still didn't know exactly why she did what she did. She was tired of all the blames weighing upon her shoulders, she desperately needed an escape, forget everything and start fresh. But she was never able to, no matter how much she tried, her heart yearned for him. For her Abhi. How could she even erase her from her heart when he was merged with her very soul and ingrained in her senses? Everything about her was linked with him, every fiber of her being ached for him.

However, she never got him back and she hated herself for being so weak, so so in love with him despite everything he did. She cursed her heart for being his prisoner. And in a desperate attempt to erase his trace from her life, she had done the impossible. She discarded him not only from her life but also their son's life.

Part of her, the one who was beyond broken and held grudges against him, wanted to hurt him the way he hurt her. Her son wouldn't know his existence because he removed her from his life as if she meant nothing to him, as if the love they shared was nothing.—God, It hurt. It hurt so much that her heart bled with every beat. He could've killed her and it wouldn't have destroyed her to this extent. He gave her a slow painful death that she was forced die everyday. And so, she decided to give him back the pain he inflicted on her, why would he need her love—their love : their Abhir, if he didn't want her?