Shameless, Only For Him

Thirty one

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Puvi

The unfolding scene had my eyes stinging with tears. Dhana drove here in her scooter and I followed her behind in my bike. I was utterly guilty of what'd happened to her and remained silent...

As soon as Dhana went inside her apartment, she hugged her father and cried into his arms. At present, she's in her mother's hold, weeping like a kid, naively. Her parents were beyond perturbed while I stood there with my head slightly bowed, feeling remorseful.

"It's okay, calm down sweetheart," Thamara aunt, with tears rushing out of her eyes, pats her back. My heart painfully squeezed itself within my chest, beholding the miserable state of the family that raised me. They who brought me up are now devastated because of me...

I was the reason behind their tragedy.

"Here," Deva uncle provides me a towel before he walks to his daughter and starts to dry her hair. Dhana leaned against her mother's shoulder and shut her eyes once her tears halted falling from her eyes.

Aunt sits her on the couch and perches beside her, staring at her daughter with a heart-wrenching look on her countenance. On the other hand, Deva uncle who was drying her hair stood frozen upon seeing the back of her neck.

"What are these Dhana!?" Dhana flinches and opens her eyes at her father's outburst. Judging by the way he was staring at her neck, I knew what he saw. Those hickeys I left on her supple skin...

"Mama, do not shout at her," Thamara aunt mellowly says before she takes a look at her daughter's neck herself. I could gaze at them clearly too. The bite marks were obvious.

"Who did this?" Deva uncle was fuming with wrath while Thamara aunt retained a caring look on her face as she questioned her daughter.

"Tell Dhana! Who the hell did this? Who is he?" I wanted to give myself in and open up to them that I was the culprit, but If did, I might lose them.

They'll be disappointed with me.

Still, I deserve their wrath. I've done irreparable damage.

"Unc-" I begin but Dhana interrupts, "It was my boyfriend. We broke up today. I felt...pathetic, didn't want to attend college so I went to a temple," with tears sliding down her cheeks, Dhana glances my way and that one look was enough to haunt me for the rest of my life.

"Who gave you the permission to have a boyfriend now?" Deva uncle was losing his cool and I didn't want to let this go on. He'll probably kick me out but I've to say this out.

"Uncle, it was...me, her boyfriend, we didn't break up. We had a misunderstanding," I blurt out, ready to face whatever he's about to cause me.

It was silence that occupied the space.

Dhana was stunned too, like her parents who were flabbergasted at the revelation. I looked forward to a slap or even some curses, but they were quiet.

"Get out of here..." Deva uncle ushers me out and I, though wanted to speak further, obliged and made my way out.

I quietly, keeping my emotions in, entered my apartment and went to refresh. I'd promised myself to not cry. Thus, despite the agonizing feelings that hurt my heart, I control the tears and let my inner self be torn apart instead.

As the water from the shower drizzles on my body, I senselessly stand under it. Would Dhana ever forgive me for what'd done to her? I'd apologized to her again when she sat on the scooter to drive away. But she didn't respond...