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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Days passed soon turning into two weeks but Trayaksh's infatuation with Aarunya remained the same. In fact it was starting to take a deep turn where he could no longer go back to the man he used to be.
He was smitten.
Enchanted by the hazel and honey eyed orphic beauty.
Everyday he would try to find a new reason to keep her close. Whether it was asking for her help with the excuse of his injuries or wanting to know more about their marriage life which she usually shrugged off making him more curious each passing day.
He would notice her every moment. The way her lush lips would move while talking, the way her petite body moved, she was an epitome of elegance yet messy and cute. A deadly blend of everything which made his heart race with a foreign feeling and his eyes darkened with darkest inky desires.
Aarunya, his arcane.
Truth to be told the she is a mystery to him.
So near yet so far.
In these weeks many things changed in Trayaksh's life. His heart thumped fast when Azad informed him about Aranya. For Trayaksh that little name changed his whole world in a second.
He was a father.
He had a child.
A part of him and the woman he was enchanted with.
The fact that he didn't remember his own flesh and blood made his heart ache with agony. But soon the burning inside his chest turned into a calm as he held the Toddler in his arms.
With shaky hands, Trayaksh held a sleeping Aranya in his arms. Feeling the baby's soft little head touching his hard and muscular chest spreaded a warmth inside his heart which he himself couldn't decipher into words.
It felt like an eternity as he kept keeping the sleeping child close to him. Kissing his forehead, Trayaksh settled the baby down into its crib. He turned to leave but immediately froze in his tracks as he heard the soft little giggles of little Aranya who was finally awake.
A smile crept on his lips itself as he looked at those mesmerizing hazel eyes which the tiny creature was adorned with.
Aarunya
Those eyes.
Ocean.
"magnificent" He couldn't help but speak. His son had the same eyes of Aarunya.
His wife.
That Ethereal woman who has him captivated in her oceanic hazel eyes.
He stepped forward as his fingers brushed the soft apple cheeks grazing at those cuts features of his son. He could clearly see Aranya's resemblance with him. His son was a spitting image of Trayaksh, blessed with those hazel eyes and the enchanting smile of Aarunya.
