Kashi X Adhikrit
✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙
"And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards him. He's too skilled wit...
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KASHI'S POV
The fear of others discovering the skeletons hidden in our closest can consume us, pushing us to extremes just to maintain a facade of normalcy. Yet, behind closed doors, the weight of those secrets can suffocate us, like a heavy burden pressing down our chests.
How foolish we are to let it all slide away and continue with the facade, believing that no one could ever imagine the sins behind it.
Do as you wish— plunge to any depths, fall, rise up, fall, rise up, fall, rise up. BUT SURVIVE- no matter the cost.
Survival- our primal instinct.
I reach over and grab the apple from the table. The others are busy talking, not really paying attention to me.
I give the apple a little twist to check for soft spots. It's crisp and smooth. I bring it to my mouth and take a small bite. It crunches loudly, and I can feel the juice on my lips.
A month had passed since the day I tried to escape. Overall, it had been three months since I got married and then became a widow.
After my failed escape, I turned quite- not because I was scared of them but I knew it would be futile to try to run away and waste my energy. My father's betrayal didn't help either.
This month had been much like the previous ones. Mom and Dad continued to care for me as they always did. Ranvijay was at home, and I often saw him being both enthusiastic and goofy. Nandini was just there, not really engaging with anyone, and Mr. Agnihotri stopped coming around.
Mr. Agnihotri was mostly absent, except in the mornings when I'd wake up with morning sickness. I'd go to the kitchen for something sour to eat, and he would be there, wandering around the house like a ghost in his office attire. He was either busy working or pacing while on the phone.
A flashback of a ten days ago hit my brain,
Sweat clung to my skin, and I stirred in my sleep, feeling a knot forming in my stomach. I knew what was coming, so I pulled my half-asleep body out of bed and dashed to the bathroom, where I vomited.
I sat on the floor, retching.
I held my hair back as another wave of nausea hit, forcing me to vomit again. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and tears pooled in my eyes.
I gently cradled my stomach, trying to calm it down. My throat burned from the vomiting, and tears rolled down my cheeks.
I stood up slowly, feeling dizzy, and washed my mouth and face.
"Itna pareshan mat krro mumma ko baby." I said, looking at my stomach in the mirror.
(Don't trouble your mumma so much, baby.)
As I washed my face, I decided to take a shower as well. It was six in the morning, early, but the morning sickness since my escape made this my new waking time.
