The Aryans (18 +) On Hold

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Her eyes fluttered open, feeling the warmth of the sun. The windows of the room were wide open, curtains swaying slightly kissing the gentle air.

Her afraid gaze roamed to the room she was in, just last night she was hoping it to be a new hope of her brightful future and just last night it became the last step of all the darkness.

The beautiful roses hung on the bed and walls were mourning for her loss. The fire of the candles were doused and the fragrance which once smelled like milk and roses were rotting, smelling pungent as if someone had dipped the invisible smell in acid.

She blinked her eyes as again a shadow of the sunlight stink to her eyes and she fathomed, the smell was not coming from around her. It was coming from within.

It was she who was rotting, smelling pungent, doused of all her hopes and mourning for her loss.

The loss of any hope.

The red blood dried insides of her thighs were the only witness of it and the only evidence.

Her eyes so innocent and small waved to her side and met with her rapist who was also her husband.

The one who married her yesterday in his old custom, taking her hands in his he swore some promises.

He will keep her happy.

He will cherish her.

He will respect her.

He will give her the world.

Will stand by her in good and bad.

He will give her a family... children, love, care...everything.

However he forgot to tell her that he will rape her in their first night.

She gazed at him for a long time, the sunlight dancing on his face was making him look so innocent. Who would have thought that this same man who was looking so innocent in his sleep have raped his newly wedded wife last night.

After destroying her completely he was sleeping in peace.

Clover took it as another sign of his inhumanity. No human sleeps in peace after destroying another human's life.

Her eyes bubbled with tears, he looked like a prince to her at the first glance but he was not a prince. He was a beast who only knows to hurt.

Her lips parted she was about to let out a cry when his brows twitched..a gasp passed clover's and she turned her back to him in hurry. She closed her eyes and fist tight too afraid to look at him.

Her heart raced inside her ribcage in immense fear. By all her might she was controlling herself from shivering.

She felt as he woke up and sat on the bed. The bed creaked with his weight that made her remember the last night when the bed was creaking like an earthquake had come.

For a long minute she did not hear any movement from him, for a second she assumed he had gone or slept again.

Clover was about to open her eyes and turn to look at him when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She turned cold in fear.

His hot breath breezed on her cheeks as he leaned to her.

Clover was afraid by the thought of him forcing her again however what she did not anticipate was him pressing a soft kiss on her cheek.

It was light as a feather, so full of love and affection that could move any woman's heart.

Even with her eyes closed she felt his eyes on her face, it was the depth of his gaze that was piercing her.