✧ He was my desire; I was his obsession. ✧
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
"I will not chase you, and I am certain that once you leave, you will vanish from the face of the earth. However, know this, Taara: the instant I noticed a movement on...
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"You are a fucking cheater!" she screamed, pushing me back, her words piercing my heart.
Tears flowed down her face and her shoulders shook with the tremor of her cries. Taara's sobs were breaking my soul.
My hands shook with the need to wipe her tears away, hold her in my arms and tell her she was the only woman I had always wanted in my life. And she still is.
Seeing her like this, torn apart and vulnerable, filled me with a desperate need to protect her and comfort her. The weight of my actions bore down on me, as did the realisation of how deeply I had hurt her.
My hesitation was short-lived. The sight of her in so much pain and the love I had for her, overpowering every fear and doubt, drove me to act. I took a step forward, and then another, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Taara," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
Taking tentative steps forward, I closed the distance between us. I reached out to touch her, to wipe away her tears, and to hold her close. She didn't resist, and as I pulled her into my chest, her softness collided with the hard planes of my muscles.
Her body shuddered against mine, her sobs echoing in the quiet room. I could feel the warmth of her tears soaking through my shirt.
"You betrayed me! Cheater! Cheater! Cheat—"
She buried her face against my chest, her fingers clutching at my shirt as if afraid to let go. I wrapped my arms around her, cocooning her in my embrace, trying to convey through touch what I struggled to put into words.
In that embrace, I felt her pain, her anger, and her vulnerability. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, my lips brushing against her hair gently. "I'm so sorry, sweetness."
She pushed me back again, jerking out of my hold. My back hit the table behind me, and her newly moulded pieces were all destroyed because of the force of my hit.
"You are sorry?! Sorry for destroying my life, my faith and, above all, my love. Where was your love when you agreed to marry someone?!" she shouted, her anger palpable as her fist collided with my shoulder. The sting of her blow was nothing compared to the ache in my heart.
"Tumne kaha tha tum mere ho, yahi kaha tha na, Athwa?!" she poked a finger into my chest, right above her name.
(You said you were mine, right?!)
Her fingers tangled in my shirt, yanking me closer. The clay smeared on my clothes and chest. Her eyes, fierce and red-rimmed, locked onto mine with a desperation that mirrored my own turmoil.
I cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my gaze. My touch was gentle but firm, a contrast to the intensity of her emotions. Her breath was hot against my skin, mingling with the earthy scent of the clay.
Taara pulled my face closer to her, her grip strong on my shirt. "Answer me!"
I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, fervent kiss. The urgency of my actions was driven by the overwhelming need to reconnect and show her that, despite everything, my love is still hers. I am hers.
