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 by in a blur, time blending and passing quickly as Aarunya found some peace in her life. She was wrapped up in a haze of unchanging emotions and Trayaksh's new feelings towards her. Everyday he would do something which would make her emotions swirl differently with a softness colliding with the ache of her past. He would take her on long drives, tell her about his childhood and put his head on her shoulder as if she's the only source of his comfort and solace.
Indeed she was the only comfort Trayaksh had. His feelings for her had grown stronger with each passing day. Trayaksh was falling harder for his ocean every second. It was as if he couldn't be without her. Aarunya was the air he breathed and the home he never had. For him, she was everything. She was the light in his darkness, the beat of his heart. He couldn't imagine life without her, couldn't imagine living even a day without her presence. He watched her, every day, every moment, his eyes never leaving her. He took in every change in her body, every curve and contour, every new shape and softness. He felt a sense of ownership and possession, knowing that she was his, body and soul. He wanted to hold her, to touch her, to make her his in every way possible.
It was a deadly obsession and Trayaksh Knew he's getting madly obsessed with the woman who he wanted to claim as his in all possible ways. He knew it was a dangerous obsession, a madness that consumed him from within. He was possessed by an unquenchable desire to have her, to claim her completely, to mark her as his own. He wanted to possess her soul, to own her heart and body, to bind her to him for eternity. He was a man possessed by madness, a creature of primal needs and dark desires. He craved her touch, her taste, her scent. He wanted to drown her, to lose himself in her honey eyes completely.
Aarunya stood in front of the huge mirror of her bedroom as she put on kohl, her slender fingers applying the dark liner to her lash lines. It was pitch dark just like her past. She thought and stood frozen as she continued to stare at her own reflection in the mirror.
This was once a girl with hopes and dreams in her hazel eyes and now here she is, a broken doll with who's surrounded with luxuries and adorned with jewels.
