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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The garden illuminated brightly with numerous colorful flowers blooming in the dark soil and the sound of running water from the various fountains and water bodies around. Small trees were in different corners and small birds could be seen flying and playing among the trees. Pathways of gray stones made way through the garden, giving access to the different parts of the area, and the sun cast a warm, yellow light around the area.
He chased after her, his Aarunya as she ran through the garden, his eyes on her delicate figure as she playfully ran from him. Her footsteps ran through the grass and her hair trailed behind her like a dark curtain, making him want to reach out and hold her forever in his embrace.
Finally gasping her softy in his embrace, he carried her slender body in his arms as he walked to the bedroom, holding her tight against him. He gently placed her on the bed and loomed over her small frame, his body completely covering hers and caging her between his arms
He gently pushed back her hair from her face, letting his hand trail down the side of her neck. All he could see was her small form splayed on the bed, looking completely vulnerable and yet so beautiful under him. He leaned down and nuzzled his face into the exposed skin of her neck, his hand coming to gently tilt her head to give him better access. He breathed in her scent, the sweet vanilla fragrance filling his head and making his chest tighten.
He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to her smooth forehead, letting his lips stay there for a moment. He whispered against her forehead, his hands slowly moving to her hair. She was so small and delicate, so easy to hold in his arms, his possessive needs taking over him.
He looked down at her again and spoke, his voice a deep, gravelly murmur.
"Open your eyes, Ocean.”
He gently tilted her head, making her look up at him, the red line of vermillion now visible on her forehead. He looked at her, the blush covering her cheeks, his need and possessiveness slowly taking over his mind, making everything else blur.
