Rewrite of my first book, the drizzling fire.
They have seperated their ways. Some things remained seen yet some remained hidden away in the time.
The water has no beginning nor the end, just like the anger which set his veins aflame.
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T H E S I L E N T W A T E R S
U N S P O K E N T R U T H S A N D T H E B E L I E V E D L I E S
T H E B R O K E N T R U S T
Shivaay's hand was pushed away by hers. She was staring at the spot unblinking. He hated every bit of it. His skin crawled, itching for him to cover the skin up. He was never the one to be conscious about his looks, he isn't even now. But when it came to his scars the ones that littered his body as if masterpieces on the blank canvas, his soul cried. He looked ghastly.
He was unsightly. That was the main reason he couldn't look into the mirror for longer than necessary, a look at his scars and he couldn't shake off the nauseating feeling that came with it. Apart from him the only person who had seen it all was Aradhya, he hadn't even let Priyanka see them. Even though she is a full adult now, Shivaay couldn't help but keep the ugliness to himself. He had seen her how shaky she gets whenever she remembered the memory of him in the hospital. But he knew she had seen them, countless times.
"S-sh-shivaay" he was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard his name being slipped off her tongue. He closed his eyes. Six years. He had waited to listen to her say his name for more than half the decade. Her voice was quivering, but he masked his emotions.
He turned away. Roughly pulling his hands away to button his shirt up. He can't bear her seeing the scars. He will reach that sense of vulnerability that he knew he won't be able to take.
Even Aradhya refrained from speaking about his scars. She had contacted one of the best cosmetic surgeons on his request so they could work on the recovery of scars but the surgeon waved them off as his body was not ready for unnecessary surgeries, he wanted him to let his body rest. Aradhya had warned him about that but they still tried to give it a try. Now, years later he has learnt to live with them.
But he didn't want anyone having a look at them. Those were his demons.
Because he felt seen.
And that was what he was feeling now. Under her intense gaze. Look away, Annika. Or you will realise how much of a monster I have become. With my body littered with scars and my throat full of screams. A terrible pair. But that is all that I am now.
Her voice was shaking. Fear.
He knows the emotion very well.
Well, enough. He is acquainted with that emotion for the most of his life. Different reasons, but that is the story for some other time.
"How?" He didn't look at Annika.
How? He sighed at himself. As if he knows how? Hasn't he been searching for the very same for years. I am afraid you are asking a very wrong question here. I have no answer for that. Or even if I did I highly doubt that I would have been able to tell you.
