What hurts the most ?
Shattered dreams, broken reality Or clipped wings?
For Aarunya, she had already faced it all.
With a pillaged soul and an abusive marriage where all her dreams were shattered in the game of his revenge, she was burnt into ashe...
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The birds chirped around outside her windows, the sun shove above high, casting it's illuminate glow, rey's of sunshine surrounding the place, and the butterflies flitted around, fluttering their pulchritudinous appendages, seeking out for their next flower, finding comfort in their freedom.
Freedom
A Pulchritudinous and splendid word.
Freedom. Which everyone are entitled to have.
Freedom. Something which she wasn't entitled to have.
As she was just a mere object, a tool to be used for HIS satisfaction.
She, a beautiful butterfly with splintered wings.
She was his butterfly, and he had shattered her colors into charcoal black and dark ashes, he had clipped her wings into mere pieces and now she was left with nothing but emptiness and the dark wickedness surrounding her.
Her eyes, which were once full of life, were dead and lifeless, counting days for her own death each passing second, trying to find her tranquility , solace and serendipity in death itself.
Life was so hard.
Life is so hard.
And here she is, resilient as ever.
It's been years, she has forgotten how warm human touch actually felt like.
Aarunya looked outside the window of the dark room , finding a little peace at the rays of sun coming inside. Her body twinged in pain from the torture she suffered last night, again.
In her heart she just mumbled two little words..
"Nothing's new." She mumbled, with her eyes dead and her shattered soul from the core.
One by one, the servants entered, engaging in their daily tasks, cleaning her blood stains from the marble floor and she watched emotionless, her own crimson red blood being wiped out clean oof the floor, of the table, of the balcony, of each place he had taken her body, like the monster he is.
