𝙁𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

Chapter 32 - His Goddess

**Content Warning:**

This chapter contains descriptions of mental and physical abuse, suicidal attempts, and mental suffering. These themes may be distressing or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with caution and prioritize your mental well-being.

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Author's Pov

"I am a coward," she finishes while her voice breaks. Akshit isn't able to contemplate what he is feeling. Sort of everything. He is sad for her while he is angry at her too, all at the same time. He feels weirdly relieved too that she wasn't brave enough to go through that course of action. He is fucking grateful as his eyes tear up once again. She cries in his lap and wonder what if she was dead today? And how those feelings still linger around her mind whenever things get hard. Akshit asks calmly while his insides are being tortured, "why?"

She sniffs while she feels his breathing speeding up behind her. He is angry at her. She is angry at herself too but what could've she done? She starts with the incident that broke her confidence to hold, "Everything was bad enough except one thing. Dance. When i was in 10th I had to drop dancing for a year as mumma papa said i wouldn't be able to manage. But they promised they would let me go with it when I get into science. They fulfilled their promise after months of begging. Anyways I was happy and especially after all that my only escape was dance. But one day mumma announced that I need to drop dancing. Once again. I cried, begged her to not do this to me but mumma said it was Papa's decision. She just had to agree," She finishes with a laugh. With a lot of anger and sadness in it.

She continues, "This was her, back then. This is what suprised me the most. How much she changed. A woman I admired for standing up for herself and being proud of herself became a woman who almost begged my father to not leave her. A woman who slapped me twice because I suggested her to divorce papa and...after all this promised her that i would support her. My father hurt me but that was nothing comparing to what mumma did. She changed, she said things she would've never, she did things that she would've never. I know her. Best to say I knew her.

Anyways, ofcourse she would listen to papa. Still I hold onto the notion that if they see how much I am hurt they will let me continue instead one day she threatened me that she would kill herself." After a sharp inhale and exhale Tiara continues, "I was lost. Totally lost. Didn't know what to do or how to process it. They criticised my dance skills too but magically I wasn't affected. I was always at peace with this piece of art. How was i supposed to live without it especially when things were like that? And the first thing that came to my mind was....was..to take my life. Every word of gruesome taunts and insults. I believed that I was unlucky in that moment. I believed i doesn't deserve to be happy.

I dived into my bedside table drawer to find any kind of expired medicine. I am afraid of blood. I always feel dizzy whenever I see blood. So cutting my wrists open wasn't an option. It was messy option anyways. Hanging myself wasn't even a option. The reasoning was weird. I thought that when my sister comes back here she would live in this room and if I die here, it may haunt her. And I don't want her to remember me like that. But unfortunately I didn't found any such medicine," before she could say more Akshit interrupts with, "Fortunately!" She looks at him with glossy eyes and find his cheeks wet.

She runs her fingers across his cheeks and says, "Don't cry for me," her voice breaks with, "Please" He hold her hand and kisses the palm and says, "You aren't a monster, 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟. You are a goddess I would gladly worship my whole life." She throws herself onto him, hugging him by his neck and crying while she asks, "You are too good to be true. But you are true? Right?" He nods while hugging her back and confirm his nod with a 'Yes'.