(#1 Unwanted Series)
||Arranged Marriage Romance||
"Open it." She said in her commanding tone, as my hand made towards her 𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 to open it, taking it off I kept it on the couch but soon I felt a leg on my chest that pressed my back on...
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The sound of the tap water pouring directly into the enormous bathtub was the only sound in the quiet room.
I scanned my surroundings until I came upon her silhouette, sobbing loudly as she stroked her shoulders and neck as if she was trying to get rid of her past.
I no longer felt like my heart was beating at that point. I do not feel like I have life. It felt as though my soul had been taken from my body. Seeing her made me feel lifeless, and all I wanted to do was go back in time and protect her from anyone who would even consider harming her. They took away the innocence of that Little Samriddhi, they snatched her life from her.
Samarath Khurrana, Once upon a time he was my role model, Once upon a time I look at him as my inspiration, Once upon a time I admired him, my little self admired him for running his family business all alone without any support, and he was the only reason why I did not yet give up on my own company.
However, that wouldn't be the case if I was aware of his character, if I had any inkling of it at all. Not once did he think what impact would he leave on that soul? How those few darkest hours of her life continue to cause her grief. How shattered she remains.
I could see her body trembling while sat there crying her heart out in the admist of water. Why did he have to break her in that way? For what purpose? Pleasure? Lust?
If only I could go back in time and break every single bone of his body. He would be shredded to bits by me, and I would ensure that, for the rest of his life, he is unable to see any source of life. However, the issue is that if only I could.
I approached her cautiously, feeling as though I was treading carefully at every turn. Fear shot through me; what if she would be afraid of me the moment she laid eyes on me? What happens if she gets afraid of me? What happens if I can not ensure her comfort? What would happen if she were to hide behind those intangible barriers that would once more divide us?
Mai aur Khaamoshiyaan nai bardash kar sakta
(I cannot bear that torturing silence again.)
The single thought; that one single thought takes my breath away.
I would die if she were to isolate herself once more. My every breath was fueled by her, without me even realizing it. My heart races because of her now. She has become the reason I feel alive. She has become the reason of my smile.
Before her I was lost. I was unaware of myself. For her; I would do anything in my power, for her I am happy to die and kill.
I kneeled before her; call me coward but I cannot leave her naked here in the bathtub for the whole night to cry.
Although I know I should give her some space, but doing so would require me to let go of her. I am sure she would over analyze the situation and draw absurd conclusions that would be impossible for the two of us to agree upon.
