Burning Hearts

47. 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞

Chapter-47

Parul's POV

Like a poet's ink, my remorse stains the page, longing for your forgiveness, to rewrite our love's stage.

~Ratha

It's the first thing I saw after Aditi woke me up by shouting that schools and colleges will be closed today!!!

There is a strike going on. I'm not sure why or what. I haven't looked for it.

I needed a break and God blessed me with one.

After what happened yesterday, I had no energy to go anywhere. I would have taken leave but last month, I took a week's leave and it'd be unprofessional to take so many leaves.

I would have gone to school but I couldn't have taught anything to the kids.

After Aditi showed me the news from her phone, I slept again. I was so tired that I forgot to turn off the bed lamp yesterday.

Sometimes sleep works like a therapy. Not sometimes. All the time.

When I woke up in the morning, I was still groggy and tired but when I woke up again, it was afternoon already, and I wasn't tired anymore.

I didn't do much except talk to Aditi and my grandparents.

Aditi was blabbering about her first, official date with Ved. Apparently, he had taken her to a fancy restaurant and then they went out for a long drive. So that's why she wasn't home when Shiva dragged me back from that abandoned factory.

In a way, it's good that she wasn't home. It'd be humiliating for me. I was a mess when he dragged me back home.

He made me wear his tee shirt, my pants were good. He had torn off my inner wears. There were so many marks on my body, especially on my cheek.

After he brought me back, he ordered me to get ready. He was on the edge. So I didn't take a bath. Washing my face, I applied make-up and concealed the bruise on my cheek.

I wore a high-neck dress to meet his mother. She is a good woman. I liked her. She was humble and kind. I wonder where he gets this evilness from.

So much evil!

Yesterday was the longest day. He was torturing me for hours and yet, he wasn't done.

He had to sneak inside my room in the middle of the night! And for what?

If he quits his gangster activities and does movies, he will win an Oscar for acting. He is that good.

I almost believed that he was really sorry for hurting me. Well, slapping me!

He is sorry for slapping me. Rest everything is fine, according to him.

Such a brute he is!

He even has the audacity to recite poetry! Bloody fucker.

But thankfully, he left.

When I saw him in my room, sitting by my foot, I thought he was going to hurt me again. My heart was pounding, ready to jump out anytime. But then, nothing like that happened except for his warnings.

It's really funny that he hurts me and when I cry, he threatens me. What am I supposed to do?

Dance? Somersault???