Abhinaash's POV:
I sat on the bench with my head hung low. I am feeling as if I am a criminal. I deserve to be in jail. The Moon is shining brighter today and spreading light on the dark garden. The only source of light in the back of our mansion are the stars and the Moon.
But my Moon is now hurt. For me. Due to me.
And now, due to her absence, my life seems to be a moonless dark road.
Darkness. And. Darkness.
I stared blankly at the rose shrub in front of me. Its petals, which were actually dark red in colour, look even more gorgeous during the night. The moonlight was falling on its dark petals covering them in a maroon hue.
The words which she said to me the previous day are still ringing in my ears, banging on the walls of overthinking in my brain and feeling my heart with hatred for myself, making my whole body shiver with anger.
Anger not on my family.
Anger not on that stranger girl who is going to be tied with me within a few days for forever.
Anger not on that stranger woman's family.
Anger not on my dad.
Anger not on my love's words nor on her.
I feel angry at ‘Myself’.
*Flashback starts*
2 days ago
(At a park)
I heard a sweet voice from behind and turned around only to see her standing. She is wearing a long white dress with some flower designs and she is looking…Ethereal.
My girl looks Ethereal.
She came near me and hugged me and I became stiff under her embrace. A sweet smell of jasmine reached my nose and washed away from my stress and head-ache.
As the realisation hit me that after some days, she won't be mine anymore;I would belong to someone else and she would become someone else’s gradually,my eyes filled themselves with tears.
I don't want them to fall. I never wanted them to fall at that moment.
But, they refused to accept my request of not falling and rolled down my cheeks and landed on her shoulders making me bury my face on her neck more. She became stiff as soon as she realised I was crying but composed herself and started caressing my back.
We stayed at that position for a few more minutes and then I composed myself. I separated from the hug and wiped my tears with my palm. I looked at her only to find her looking at me with a soft gaze.
“I am sorry.” I muttered in a barely audible voice.
“For what baby? You didn't commit any mistake as far as I know. Then why are you telling me sorry?” She asked in a honey coated voice.
“I-I am sorry for ruining your dress with my tears. I am so sorry for cr-crying.” I whispered in an inaudible voice but somehow she heard it.
She wrapped her chubby cute hands around my shoulders and pecked on my lips.
“I am your girlfriend and bestfriend too, right? And a person's biggest support is his or her best friend. To agar apne best friend ke pas khulke royege nhi to kiske pas royenge? Agar main apke dukh ka reason hi nhi jan payi to mai kaisi bestfriend hu?” she said while keeping her head on my chest.
(“If you can't cry comfortably in front of your best friend then in front of whom you can cry comfortably? If I can't know the reason for your tears then what type of best friend am I?”).
“Woh..jaan…actually” I stammered on my words.
“Why are you hesitating so much?” she asked in a concerned voice.
“My father has arranged my contract marriage with someone else and I have said ‘yes’ to him for it.” I said while my head hung low and tear droplets rolled down my cheeks.
She looked at me with a shocked expression and started laughing like she just heard the greatest joke of the century.
“Oh come on Baby, stop playing pranks around me. This isn't 1st April that you will go around and joke around with me, and that too regarding such a serious matter.” she said, making my heart sink deeper.
She trusts me so much.
“I-I am not joking.” I said while handing her the invitation card of reception, “Please come to my reception. It's after 2 weeks.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I mattered those words, while she stood there trying to process my words.
“Kyu?” she managed to ask, while a long drop of tear slipped down her eyes.
(Why?)
“The-they are forcing me to do so. They said they will kill you if I don't do so.” I muttered in a barely audible voice.
“Oh! And now what? What's the difference now? Your father said that he will kill me if I marry you, that's why you decided to marry the b*tch of his choice. But, you don't understand that the distance between us will kill me slowly, painfully, and brutally.” she said sarcastically.
I could feel her anger. I could feel her pain. I could feel her tears. I could feel that she was hurt. For me. Damn it! She is in damn pain and the reason is me.
“Please Rudrani, please baby, I will always love you and not that girl. I promis-” she didn't let me finish my words. She showed me her palm and told me to stop. She ran her hand through her hair and inhaled a deep breath.
“It's fine Mr. Abhinaash Kumar Suryavanshi. I completely understand your situation. Don't worry, I will attend your reception. Afterall, it's my childhood best friend's wedding. Ofcourse, I have to attend.” she said, her voice filled with sarcasm and hatred, and turned around before going ahead towards her car.
I stood there all numb. I wanted to shout. I wanted to call and scream her name and hug and squeeze her and kiss the soul out of her pink lips which were filled with nude colour lipstick, smudge the kajal she was wearing on her eyes and tell her how much I love her. But, I could not. I could not go and stop her because I knew I am dirty and my love is impure and I don't want to dirty her pure love and soul.
She doesn't deserve me. She deserves so much better. She deserves a perfect gentleman and not a bastard like me.
*Flashback ends*
I stood up from the bench and went towards my room. I locked the door of my room and took out my sleeping pills. I took two pills out and went to my bed with a hope of this slumber being a never-ending one.
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