HIS DARK LOVE

TRUTH

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The sound of the slap reverberated throughout the entire room. Adhitya placed his hand on his cheek where she had struck him and let out a dark chuckle. Paru, hearing his laugh, regained her composure, her expression displaying a mix of shock and dread for what she had done. 

He gazed deeply into her eyes, as if his gaze alone had the power to control her. With one hand, he seized both of her wrists.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." she stammered, and with that, he raised her hands above her head, trapping her between his broad frame and the brick wall behind her. He stared at her with unrestrained fury. The redness in his eyes intensified by alcohol transformed them into a raging sea of crimson. Terrified by the sight, she instinctively closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes," he commanded in a raspy voice. However, in her overwhelming fear, she couldn't hear him as her ears felt blocked. He grasped the nape of her neck roughly and drew her closer prompting her to open her eyes. Their gazes locked, with only a breath's width separating them. He slightly lowered his head to align his lips with hers, on the brink of planting a kiss.

"Please, I am afraid," she uttered, her voice trembling.

Upon hearing her plea, he eased slightly but didn't release her. They remained in the same position, as he surveyed her expression, which appeared innocently defiant. His gaze landed on her mangalsutra, filling him with joy. He then lifted his eyes to meet hers.

"Don't be scared it's natural for a husband and wife to have intimacy. I will be as gentle as I can," he declared, reaching toward her cheek, but she recoiled in disgust. Tears began streaming down her face, fueled by the terror of his words.

He tightened his jaw causing his grip on her hands to become more constricted. She feared her hands might break yet she refrained from pleading for release, paralyzed by his anger.

"Why did you turn away? I have every right to be with you," he said harshly, his voice close to her face.

 She flinched, discomfort flooding her because of his language and demeanor. In her life, she had never encountered such vulgar talk.

"Do you not see me as your husband? " he shouted at her, but she remained silent.

"Answer me, you fool before I lose my temper," he threatened, his grip tightening gradually.

She winced in agony from his grip. He released her hand and started ruffling his hair out of frustration. He paced around the room for several minutes. He punched the wall and smashed some furniture, not knowing how to reign in his fury. 

Meanwhile, she was paralyzed with fear from witnessing his actions, unable to even breathe. She remained stationary, stiff as a statue. He suddenly turned to her and began to move closer. Before she could think of escaping, he stood before her and cradled her face gently. Her body went rigid as he gazed into her eyes and exhaled deeply.

"Answer me," he inquired in a composed tone.

She met his gaze, seeing no anger now, though his eyes still reflected crimson from drink. He blinked to reassure her.

"That is. . . " she hesitated, attempting to look away. But he firmly guided her face back to his.

"Share whatever it is we can take our time with it. But you need to express your thoughts," he spoke softly, a gentle demeanor revealing a side of him unknown to the outside world.