Saundarya ~ The Epitome Of Sacrifice

Chap 23- Solace

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Now for Saundarya's POV,

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Saundarya's POV,

His fingers clutching, wrapped around my tresses almost beholding himself from ripping the strands away from my scalp, making me whimper in pain as tears rolled down my tinted and soiled cheeks, having a red imprint of his fingers.

"Where were you running off to bitch...?"

It was supported from the snickers and mocks from the other shameless men, who did nothing except hooting and heightening the fun of his actions.

"where ...the... hell a...re y..ou?"

A faint shout emerged from the other end, making a subtle smile break onto my face. They hadn't heard it. I thanked the gods for it. HE was here. He, my saviour, was here. I chuckled slightly, and said,

"You are so done HariChandan..."

A sting again landed on my already imprinted cheek. The pain was much as I couldn't help but scream,

"KUNWARSAAAAaaa!!!!"

The effect took a toll on me as I could feel my throat burning, my stomach churning at the effect, hunger and thirst frustrating me to such an extent that my head pulled back, falling. He took it to his advantage as his hands latched onto the pallu of my soiled and torn saree.

I could hear nothing, all voices muffled and slurred. I felt him off me as my eyes met with the ending of the gorge. HE HAD NOT HEARD ME. I was sure of it. I crawled towards the end. Hauling me up, I scrambled and picked myself up, as I walked towards the cliff. I looked downwards. My imagination. I was hearing things. It wasn't his voice. Shut my eyes. His picture came. His smiles, his laughs, his pissed off face and the one in which rage was defining each and every muscle of his face.

I let my body free fall only to hear my name being screamed at the top of the capacity of one's lungs. Sudden fear gripped me for my life. HE WAS THERE. I panicked, not being able to breathe. My foot tangled in the dried branches of the tree, along with my body ending up getting scratches and gashes. Stuck there for a few moments, I groaned in pain, too weak to even open my eyes.

So this was the end. The end of my journey, my destiny, my twenty two year old life. I heard a slight yet weak crack. It broke, not being able to carry my weight any longer. The wind hitting my sore and scratched back, as my saree stuck to the tree, I propelled downwards, by body unwrapping itself from the clutches of the frail, torn cloth, the gushes of the river getting all the more louder.

I was stuck in my faded red petticoat and a red blouse wrapped around my bosoms. Just having my waist chain hugging my hip, I felt myself fall into the current, as it washed over me. My instincts to breathe and live kicked in. After a while of playing catch with the waves and currents, I got myself safely over to the side, a low back, half of my body outside the water resting on the muddy banks, and my knees and the rest downwards, dipped in the silence of the water.