The Eternal Bond: A Saga of Love and Passion

Chapter-39

Shivantikas pov~

"Can you please leave me alone for sometime Dhruv" I asked him as soon as I entered inside our room taking in the serenity of the familiar environment, in contrast to the storm of emotions inside me.

I acted the way I did because I didn't wanted my family members to think themselves responsible for something that was not in their control, but that doesn't mean I am okay because I am not .

Is it even possible to forget how I got kidnapped by Kabir just in a snap of his fingers?

Is it even possible to forget how I was tortured to death for almost three days?

Is it even possible to forget how he was about to rape me?

Is it even possible to forget how he touched me in areas I would never want someone else to touch apart from Dhruv?

Is it even possible to forget how my brother had to see me in that condition yet again?

The Answer is No.

"But why jaan, is there any problem?" Dhruv asked making me snap out of my trances

"No..no I..I just wanted to take a bath and rest a bit so can you please leave me alone for sometime" I said Making him gaze at me in confusion

"If you think I will leave you alone in this condition then you are completely wrong Shivantika because I won't, I won't interfere in your bathing or resting sessions but I won't leave the room either, because now I don't want to stay away from you for even a minute" he retorted directly looking into my eyes as if telling me he is serious.

Having no option left with me I went towards the bathroom sighing without replying to him.

Going inside the bathroom I locked the door and directly stripped out of my clothes, standing infront of the mirror I caught a sight of my bruises a mixture of shock and dismay covers my face and a trail of water flows down my eyes. The dark purple and blue mark stands out starkly against my skin each one a silent testament of pain and trauma. My fingers trace the edge of the bruises over my chest gently, my skin tender and sore to the touch. Memories of the cause flooded back and a sense of unease spread through my body. However the sight is both unsettling and strangely mesmerizing, a visual representation of vulnerability and resilience.

My eyes began to shed tears, it's not me willingly shedding tears but it's  because my eyes didn't seem to stop.

A tear fell on the cabinet then another and then another finally breaking my facade of being strong and I let them flow freely.

Going near the shower I stood under it as burning hot water cascaded down my body giving me a sense of relief. The burning sensation on my skin soothing my innner pain. And gradually I sit under the shower hiding my face between my knees crying at my own fate.

Steams rise in the wisps mingling with the air creating a suffocating cloud of heat. The water glistens as it flows, each drop a tiny molten bead that amplifies the tournament. My skin reddens and blisters form in different parts of my body almost immediately, the sensation akin to a thousand of needles piercing at the same time. My muscles tensed and writhe under the assault and a scream of agony, primal and uncontrollable errupted from deep within, and I immediately covered my mouth to muffle my screams.

But I was too late as dhruv already heard my screams and started banging the door.

"Shivantika, jaan open the door, why are you screaming are you okay, please open the door you are making me tensed baby" but was I in any condition to open the door? Absolutely no, the burning water left a trail of an angry, inflamed flesh in its wake a harsh reminder  of its fierce and unforgiving touch.