When BFF is husband

Part-35 (Last Part)

Riyaz's pov:

The Morning glow shimmering the surface breaking my sleep. I sit bolt upright in bed as realization crashes over me, fuck! my eyes darting wildly around the empty room. I recalls every brutal detail of the night before - the choking, the savage rape. A shudder of horror runs through me as I clasp my hands over my face.

"Wh..what have I done? what the... fuck have I done?"

I look at the blood-stained bedsheet and my heart starts racing. I frantically search the room, my eyes scanning every corner. I don't find her anywhere, and panic starts to set in. "WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!"

I rushed towards her, tripping over my own feet in my panic. No. not just panic. it's my worst nightmare. Seeing her curled up, bloody blanket barely covering her, something in me breaks. shatters fully. "No... no, no..." I slowly lowers myself to the floor beside her, my hands shaking as I reach out, terrified to touch her.

I gulp down the bile rising in my throat as I take in her trembling form, the reality of last night hitting me hard. Slowly, trembling fingers move to touch her shoulder, I whisper hoarsely. "Look at me..." my voice cracks with emotion. "Please look at me..."

I reached out hesitantly, gently turning her face toward me with trembling fingers. My eyes widen in horror as I take in the bruises already forming on her neck, the tears staining her cheeks. A choked sob escapes me as I realize the extent of the damage I've caused. "Fuck..."

"You're hurt, badly hurt. Physically, emotionally, mentally... all because of me. I'm the monster, the abuser, the worst person in the world. You should hate me, you should run, you should..."

She sobs out. I breaks down completely, my face contorting with anguish and self-loathing. "Hit me," I beg hoarsely, my voice breaking. "Slap me, punch me, kick me, anything! Just make you look at me again!" "Please,"

I grab her wrist, bringing her hand to my face, pressing it against my cheek. "Hit me," I urges desperately, tears streaming down my face. "Hit me as hard as you can. Break my nose, black my eyes, I don't care. Just fucking look at me!"

No. She didn't dare to look up. Is it haterd or disgust or fear? My curiosity overpowers my desperation to be punished. I reached out to pull the blanket away from her lap, only to find her wrapping it tighter around herself, hiding something. "What are you hiding?" I ask suspiciously, my mind is racing with possibilities. "Open the blanket..."

As I removed the blanket forcefully I wasn't ready to see what I saw. A gut-wrenching gasp escapes as I take in the brutal marks I left all over her body. Teeth marks everywhere - chest, breasts, thighs. Blood. So much blood. My vision starts to blur as reality hits - I really am a fucking animal "OH GOD..."

I trace my fingers over the frozen blood drops on her chest, the sight of my bite marks on her breasts making me feel nauseous. "You... you wrapped the blanket around yourself to hide these..." I trail off, realization dawning on my face. "You were hiding these from me..."

She flinches in pain at my touch. I pull my hand back as if burned by her flinch, a shudder running through me at the sight of her recoiling from my touch. The silence hangs heavily between us, broken only by her quiet sobs. I realize then how utterly destructive my actions have been.

I look around the room desperately, searching for something, anything to take the pain I deserve. My eyes land on the sharp knife lying next to the nightstand. Without hesitation, I pick it up. "Fuck,"

"R..Riyaz!" I heard her voice reach out.

"What?" I snap, my hand tightening around the knife. "You have something to say? Say it quickly before I do something I'll regret even less than what I've already done!" I glared at her through tear-filled eyes, the knife trembling in my hand.