#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬
✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙
"And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards...
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KASHI'S POV
I bit my lips, trying to stop the tears, but they kept rolling down, absorbed by the soft fabric of the pillowcase. I hated him so much-he always hurt me.
He left the room, and it made my heart ache. How could he walk away when I made him promise we'd always stay together, no matter what?
Sometimes I wonder why it's so hard for him to understand that I'm not hurt by him or his actions. Can't he grasp something so simple? Of course not. He has to dance on my nerves and leave me in tears.
It's fine, baby bull. Don't let that dimwit-discourteous, daft-affect you. The 'd' is the second alphabet of his name.
It reminded me of him.
The thought of him made me sob harder, pressing my face into the pillow. I pulled myself together, crying and feeling utterly miserable.
Baby bull, I'll make sure you don't have the 'd' in your name. I'll ensure your partner never makes you cry like this.
Just because I put my self-respect aside and try to make things better with him, he takes me for granted. He should be grateful I'm giving us a chance instead of dwelling on my past. I know he cares for me, but why does he act so strange when we're alone?
Rage surged through my veins. In my disheveled state, I got out of bed, wiping my tears with my henna-stained hands. The scent of the henna reminded me that I was married to a man who left me alone on our wedding night.
Forget the "girls don't cry for boys" ritual. I cry, and I don't care to hide it from him.
I dragged myself out of the room and pushed open the door to his gym. He was sitting on the couch at the far end of the room. I wiped my blurry vision.
"I hate you so much..." I cried, my anger and heartbreak visible as I looked at him. It was my own choice to marry him, and look at how badly he treated me.
"Chup. Bilkul chup rahiye aap," I shouted when he tried to speak.
[Quiet. Just stay shut.]
"What do you think of yourself, huh? What was that about being scared to hurt me? You asshole, where was this 'I'll hurt you' when you kissed me, cuddled me, and let me do those things to you when you were drunk?" My voice rose to a shout, and I felt a fierce urge to slap him across his pretty face.
"Where was your sanity at that time?" I yelled, the betrayal coursing through me.
"You're just scared of commitment, Adhikrit. You're nothing but a coward who knows how to run away from situations. At the end of the day, you're just a man with an ego as high as Mount Everest. Your ego will never let you have sex with me if I ask for it, but if you really wanted it, you wouldn't have said all that crap and instead showered me with kisses."
