Bound by Fate | [✓]

34. Sangeet

I believe I am above murder.
That I am a peace and fun loving soul. But, every single time I see that twat around my sister.

I am punched in the gut with the human realisation that I am very much not above murder. Cause what the actual fuck was this guy doing.

First Reason of Trauma:
No one takes out a thorn with their mouth. It is unhygienic.
It is a Fucking. Medical. Crime.

Second Reason of Trauma:
He is openly flirting with my little sister. My baby sister. My Amara. I don't like it.
Like bro.
Stay in your limits!

And
Third Reason of Trauma:
Ishani asking me to change when I literally took four hours panicking over my outfit and hair style and then another forty minutes feeling...

Fucking. Ugly. In. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

After seeing my wife all dressed up.
Well future wife but that is just 67 hours away. So, meh!

Anyways back to the main point.
I need to change.
AGAIN!

And it is giving my fucking anxiety.
I have said
Fuck- 168 times
Fucking- 212 times
Today.

That's a whole ass new record even for me.

Fourth Reason of Trauma:
Ishani seems overly excited now to make me and Abhimanyu dance together. And fuck my whole ass existence I will never do that.

My life is becoming a series of traumatic experiences today. And I feel emotional.

Is it the fucking pregnancy hormones-
Wait no I am a man. It can't even pregnancy hormones.
Shut up brain.
Atharva Roy, you dumb dumb.

I scold my brain internally while slumping on Evara.

"Darling, hold me please." I quickly snuck into her arms, letting go of a fraction of my body weight on her and hugged her for comfort.

"Are you tired already, Darling?" She chuckled, rubbing my back in a soothing rhythm, "Because, we got a performance to do!"

"I know!" I sulk imagine her arms. "Give me a minute to make my day better. The Elders have not let me near you for four days." I whine in pent up frustration remembering how every time, I so much as glimpsed at Evara. The morning after our first time.

The Elders were there to View-block me. And the younger ones and friends were there to cock-block me.
.
.

"Darling... why don't we..." I start speaking while stroking her foot from under the table opposite to me. But she looked confused.