A sequence of Ranvi: his flow of life. [DARK ROMANCE]
I love him, he loves me too, more than his life.
But-
What if my husband is ready to snatch my life?
Love. I thought he loved me but turns out everything was a game to trap me. I was foolish t...
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R A N V I
I slowly opened my eyes, the adrenaline from earlier slipped out as my eyes fell on him. Aaran looks at me and for the first time in a month I can't read his expression. It's too blank but I am safe. Yes, he is here, so I am safe. I slowly lifted my hand and cupped his cheek. Gulping the lump formed in my throat. I part my lips and speak.
“You…..are h-here.” A tear slipped down my eyes as Aaran grabbed my hand on his cheek and kissed it, nodding his head as he said.
“I had to be here for you. Ranvi.” I smiled a little as he squeezed my palm with his strong hand, and a painful yelp left my mouth.
“Are you okay?” he asked and yanked my hand hard. I try to lift my hand, but it just feels far too heavy within a fraction of seconds. So I stopped putting effort. He cupped my cheeks, speaking something which I don't hear.
Aaran fingers brushed across my jaw, slipping down my neck and stopping at my chest and for the first time in my life, I felt a fear crawling to my bones.
I stare up at him, his eyes are bloodshot red, filled with anger, loathe and disgust. A tear rolled down my cheeks as I kept reminding myself that he was lying. He can't do this to me. My lips part as I say.
“Don’t do this t-to me, Aaran… I beg you….p-please.” I must be dreaming, right? Aaran can't do this. No, no. Aaran won't try to—no. Why does this dream feel so real? It's a dream. Yes. A dream.
I see his lips moving, but I can't hear him. “I have always hated you, Ranvi. Your existence makes me sick. So, just die..” Aaran hates me. My Aaran said I make him feel sick…he hates me. His hand grabs my breast before he slides his hand towards my throat. he is not Aaran..no no, no.
The adrenaline from earlier unzips through my spine and I close my eyes, squeezing them and opening them again because my eyes might look at him, but my body gave me an indication that this man isn't Aaran. His hands are wrapped around my neck.
No. This is not Aaran.
“Just—die.” I hear him speak before he starts to put pressure on my throat. His eyes are red, and he is grinding his teeth while sitting on my stomach. My eyes start to water and I try to move, but my body goes numb exactly how it used to back when I was a kid.
Get out of it, Ranvi. Get out of it. My eyes burn after something tickles down my forehead and makes its way to my eye and my vision gets clear as I see a man wearing a mask that covers his half face. I see his eyes and a weight lifts over my head as I realize it's not Aaran. This man is not my Aaran.
“Fuck.” He groaned. That's it, this is the end of me. I am going to leave everything behind and just die.
