The Elite Bride ( I was enchanted to meet you, princess )

《 25. the 1 》

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘

𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏 ~ 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭

J A N A K I

I don't even know what is to happen now, we are going to get married, that's it right? But I don't know something inside me doesn't feel right, like an impending doom is waiting to trample my life. And I am going to talk about this with Raghav, I am going to tell him that I feel uncertain about this. But won't that be hypocritical of me? It was me who laid those conditions in front of him and he readily accepted them. He agreed to stand by my side while I am against Rahul Khandelwal, he took me out on dates and told me about his past which means that he trusts me.

But why did he look like a kid trying to secretly eat chocolates in the middle of the night and then getting caught by a parent, when Aditya talked about the media digging up some matters? What matters was he talking about? And why has Raghav not talked about it with me? Does he not fully trust me?

But I also haven't told him about that incident yet. I can't expect him to trust me when I haven't trusted him with the fact of me getting almost raped in my childhood.

The thought hit me like an electric shock, I stopped following Raghav to the terrace and leaned on the nearby wall. My hands had started shivering, cold sweat was coating my palms when my mind forced those horrifying memories upon me.

Devilish smile and licking of lips

Bristly palms rubbing over my thighs

Sharp teeth biting my skin

A sword and a slain hand

I opened my eyes, and saw my reflection in the mirror and I gasped.

Blood coating my cheeks, I touched my cheeks and tried to remove those maroon dots, but the blood had left its stains. It looked like blood from an injury, that was experienced long ago, from a pain that was felt long ago but had left its scratch marks they would last on my face till my body turns to dust, till those marks writhe and lose themselves into an unimportant particle of soil that would form the fossil for the future, but the pain would be a curse as it would leave an imprint on all those who saw it unfolding inside the immortal souls of little dreamy butterflies turning them into a butterfly trapped in a glass jar just like many others.

The marks were still there on my cheek so I dashed towards the mirror, I punched it hard only to feel the pieces of glass jabbing my knuckles, I was turning frantic just then I saw the glimpse of the wall I was earlier leaning on, in the mirror and I was startled as it was the wall of the same room in which the incident had occured. Babasa had since then locked the room forever and everyone in the palace was banished from entering it.

I touched the huge rusted lock hanging on the lash of the door. Poor Babasa, he had locked the room, but couldn't lock the influx of those disastrous memories that flooded my head like an uncontrollable river's flow.

Someone tapped my shoulder and I half screamed. Turning slowly to see who it was, I saw a worried face with grey eyes widely looking down at me which were curtained with fragile worry lines.