AISHA
As soon as we came back to the resort, I rushed back to my room, without waiting for him. The mehndi is dried by now, so I don't need anybody's help. I directly went to the bathroom, & stood under the cold shower. I rubbed my skin wherever he touched me, & he touched me everywhere, he touched not only my skin, but also my heart, my soul!
I washed it all away, along with his perfume, but I wasn't yet at ease! I came out, wearing a towel, & sat down in front of the dressing to moisturize my body, to get out of 'his' thoughts, but as soon as I looked into the mirror, I saw a broken Aisha, like that of 3 years back, sitting with bloodshot eyes, the unshed tears piercing her soul, & more tears came out of my eyes.
Then my eyes followed & I saw 'his' mark, his claim all over my body, my neck, chest, belly, everywhere!
I sobbed loudly, running away from the mirror, denying my own reflection, & fell down on the floor, stumbling on the carpet, & cried, hugging my knees to my chest.
It reminded me of that incident when 'he' touched me, three years back, & I felt like 'he', that man took a piece of me away, his touches burnt my skin, & shattered my soul. But Vivaan, his touches heal me, I felt loved, adored by his touches, & I lost myself in his touches, in him...
But then his words, on the call 'that day' rung in my ears again... WHORE! That's what 'he' used to call me as well! I closed my ears, but the voices didn't stop, & grew louder! I never gave in to 'him', but I gave in to Vivaan, & both of them were proven right, I'm indeed a whore!
He made me become paranoid about every single man & about relationships, but Vivaan, he made me hate my body, by adoring me!
It's twice in a day, that I was reminded of 'him', & the incident of three years ago, which I yet get nightmares about! & that incident broke me, yet again!
I felt like I just came out of that room, out of 'his' torture, but the only difference is that, that time the torture was much more physical, but this time, it's mental, it's emotional, it's all in my brain. I cried & cried, & cried, cursing myself, till sleep engulfed me, I didn't realize when.
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"Aisha?... Aish?... Aishu?" I heard voices calling me, & continuous banging at my door. I got up with a jerk! I slept on floor, in a towel? Then I was reminded of the incident, which even sleep didn't help me to overcome from. It's been almost an hour to the incident, as my hairs are yet wet.
"Who's it?" I asked.
"Us!" spoke three voices together.
I opened the door, hearing familiar feminine voices.
"What the hell Aish, you're not yet ready?" spoke Vidhi, as I wore bathrobe to hide the marks, I just got reminded about.
"& why are your eyes puffy?" asked Sara, of course she looks at everybody as a doctor.
"Wait, you slept in the bathtub, didn't you?" spoke Anny smiling, & I'm really thankful to her to cook a nice story for me. Love you girl!
"Amm.... yeah, kind of!" I spoke, yet lost.
"That's why she wasn't answering our calls, & even knockings!" spoke Anny in recognition.
"Aisha when did you get this irresponsible, huh?" asked Sara.
"Well effect of me!" spoke Ishu, as she too stepped in the unlocked room.
"I had been calling you since last fifteen minutes! Got worried, & called others as well." added Vidhi.
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