NOORADITYA ~The Interfaith Emotion..

Chap 42- Drunk Aditya!!

Belated Valentines day and Basant Panchami little birdies :)

Enjoy! and VOTE,

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Aditya's POV,

Sitting in the porch, my mind wondered to the scene which was replaying in my mind. Her whimpers were still taking up space in my conscience and her disheveled form was burning my eyes. Tears brimmed and poured through my corners. I had never expected HER to do this to me. ' Sometimes our eyes and ears betray us Aditya..' were the only words that hit my memory and gave satisfaction to my hopes that the one that I loved could not have betrayed me. The scene that I glimpsed could not have been true.

I looked up. On seeing I realised I kicked her out of our room again. The first time was in the tent, on our wedding night, I had kicked her out. I sighed on seeing all her things being clammed in iron trunks and carried back to the Chandra Mahal.

I had warned all the maids and servants to make sure the news doesn't reach my parents or my sister. I hated leaving her. I hated living alone. My room was back being lifeless. All the colours, the vermillion on the table, the dupattas on the rack, the ornaments over the bed table and the ornated lehenga's in which I loved seeing her. Everything left me. I felt like a bachelor again and the only reason for all this was that fucking bastard.

I abruptly got up from the stone bench in the porch and strided towards the dungeons. 
The guards bowed on seeing me. Walking through the iron barred jail, I reached the torture rack. Surya was already there and was sitting on a tool deep in thought.

"Surya, drag that motherf*cker here and tie him up"

He immediately dispersed soldiers to bring him. They tied his hands and his legs were locked in the iron shackled attached to the wooden pole. There was one thick wooden plank in the middle vertically with three parallel horizontal planks, one supporting the head and for tying the hands, one against his middle back and the lowest having the iron shackles attached so that the legs can be fastened around his ankles to make the prisoner being tortured immobile.

"Strip his Upper off.."

His upper was cut off and he was hella drunk. He was still seeing the stars and was continuously chanting in his slurried voice,
'Shut up you sl*t'

I was already burning with rage, him calling Noor a sl*t made the brewing  lava burst. I clenched my right fist and gritted my teeth, and gave a clean punch on his jaw. Not once, not twice but till he could see the reality occurring in front of his eyes.

"Wake  *punch*  Up  *punch*  *AssH"le"

His jaw was shining with the drizzling red, his nose broken and bleeding, he looked at me. A look of respect passed him and fear gripped him as he widened his eyes looking at me.

"Khamma Ghani Yuvraj" ( a lot of greetings)

He saluted as smartly he used to do when he was under my service. This added further fuel to my anger. I gripped his throat hard and asked him with gritted teeth,

"DID YOU FORGET WHO I WAS BEFORE TOUCHING MY WIFE...?"

He looked down in guilt, knowing what will follow next.

"CHOOSE!!!CHOOSE A NUMBER BETWEEN ONE TO SEVEN.."

He immediately started crying, and looked at me, stuttering he said,

"I..I am Sorry..sorry Yuvraj.....Please forgive me...."

"I asked you to CHOOSE..!!"

"Fiv..five...I am Sorry..Yuvraj..Yuvraj. Please.. I beg you...Just Kill me.But don't..Yuvraj..Please.."