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47. Darkside

Trigger warning: Mention of graphic torturing. Read at your own risk.

Falling in love is beautiful.
But the problem is that you get attached and possessive about everything you love.

If you realise that with time.
Everything changes.
We appreciate people in our life and try to understand them more.
We also try to seek redemption to those whom we have wronged.

Detachment makes you free.
But Attachment makes you suffer.

And even though I seem to have detached myself from you, Atharva. How is it that you never really left?
How is that I pretend to be detached and free yet I am very much attached to your soul and am suffering in every moment of my life.

How is it that I hadn't given you a chance to speak when you wanted to... But always wanted to hear what was the reason the moment you were out of sight or seemed to be in pain.

How is that finding you again eight years later cured the crater in my heart.

I felt you in each and every breath I have taken in these eight years but only after feeling your fresh scent of musk and cinnamon did I feel the burning subside in my lungs.

Why is it that it had to take both Ishani and Amara to know that you suffered as much as me the moments we were away?

I do believe that we were both at fault but.

Love doesn't see right and wrong.
Love is blind, innocent and naive like a child.

There is no fault in love itself.

But the people who fall in love.
Good people under the influence of bad ones make bad decisions.

Love made us suffer for each other.
Yearn for each other.

I can't really accept this truth to you. I know you would never want to tell me about how you suffered. And I will never ever mention it because the royal blood in me will never let me accept my faults. Or let me allow my husband to feel his faults ever again.

I am just trying here to rid myself of the guilt so that we can start a new chapter of our life without any taste of bitterness or pain.

No more misunderstandings.
No more lies.
No more bets.
No more going away.

Lets start our life as husband and wife.
Let me feel the power of being Evara Roy.

Let me feel the love you carry so deeply for me that you can crush on me since you were thirteen and never get over it.

Lets get old together.
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I trace my bloodied fingers over the elegant texts on the diary.
Evara's diary.