𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 ||𝟏𝟖+

𝟏𝟒|| 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄

A week has passed since the incident. Saransh Ji has always been by my side, tending to my injuries. I am going to be leaving this family today. I packed my belongings and took some essentials, including clothes and some cash. My engagement ring, nuptial chain, and anklet, which Saransh Ji gave me during peheli rasoi, were the only pieces of jewellery I brought. I also took some of the cash that I made working as a library worker in college.

Ever since we got married, he has supported me through all of my highs and lows. He never expressed his fury. My heart hurt to see tears in his eyes. I feel disgusted of myself for causing him to cry.

I don't want to be the source of further embarrassment for him. Nobody likes a twenty-year-old, pitiful, dusky-skinned, ugly girl like me, whose parents despise me for being ugly and having dark skin.

He's a rich, attractive handsome, well-known businessman in the country. Anyone could have him, he can have anyone who he desires, but not me. I am not made for him. I don't know how he agreed to get married to someone like me, who is nothing but an ugly piece of shit. I'm not sure what he perceived in me.

Despite his lack of disdain, he never made me feel unattractive. When he calls me "Sona," it makes me feel good about myself every time, and I get butterflies in my stomach. My heart beats at a human pace. It feels like a dream coming to an end when I open my eyes.

But what I'm doing to him going far way by hurting him. Yes, I'm heading to Kerala, where no one knows me and I can live in peace without worrying about being judged for my appearance. My train of thinking broke. When he stirred in his sleep.

"Good morning sona", He replied, with his deep, husky voice of the morning. nipping and kissing my neck .

" Goo..... Good morning ahh.....", I let out a breathy sigh as he kissed my tender region.

He arched his head smirking, straight, looking into my eyes, but I averted my gaze. I feel like I am betraying him by distancing myself, but I can't do anything now. I am a girl wrapped with a lot of insecurities. Since my childhood, I have heard constant taunts about being a dusky-skinned girl. What is my fault if I am born with a dusky skin tone? What is my fault if I am born a girl in that pathetic Orthodox family? God knows why my parents hate me. Sometimes I doubt if I am their real daughter or not.

Thinking about this hurts my heart. I don't want to leave; I cannot bear to be parted from him or this family. I want to spend my entire life curled up in his arms. But I'm being eaten alive by my insecurities. I'm sure moving far away from him will hurt me like s hell. I have no idea what the future has in store for me. I'm sick of this physical torture, sick of being in agony, sick of hiding my pain behind that fake grin, and sick of living this supposedly pitiful life.

"Sona", he shook me I came out my thoughts.

" Huh"

"Saransh Ji, let's get ready for breakfast as we are running late" I remarked. Just as he was about to kiss me, I shoved him and hurried to the restroom.