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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐯 𝐌𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐤. [Fucking Asshole]
Why do I always let him have the power to bring me to tears?
Why does his every word feel like a dagger to my heart, causing unbearable pain that leads to tears I can't control.
I've never been one to show my vulnerability, not since the day Mili and Lena left, it was the last time I cried in front of my parents.
Since then, I've built a facade of strength around me, yet his words pierced through my defenses like a sharp blade, leaving me exposed and raw.
I know our marriage is just a mere contract, yet his words cut me so deeply.
I'm fucking running in this heavy downpour, the fabric of my saree soaked and clinging to me like second skin, the sound of my heels echoing my frantic steps.
I don't know where I'm exactly going, I'm just desperate to get away from him.
My feet hurts because of this stupid heels yet I don't stop until I twist my leg and almost fall.
I catch myself at the last moment, by bracing against a nearby car. It's then that I realize I've reached the parking lot of the banquet hall.
I lean against the car, my breathing ragged.
The rain continues to pour down on me in the open parking lot. I close my eyes, allowing the rain to envelop me.
Suddenly, I feel a touch on my feet, causing my eyes to snap open.
I see him kneeling before me, his gaze fixed on my feet as he carefully removes my heels. I watch him silently.
"Your feet are completely red, and your fingers are swollen. You should be careful, running in heels can lead to serious injuries." He says, still on his knees, looking up at me.
"Oh and why do you care? If I injury my leg or end up breaking it, you shouldn't be concerned. Just mind your own business. It's just a contract marriage, isn't it?" I glare down at him as he sighs and reaches for my hands, holding them gently.
"I do care for you. More than you realise. And no, it's not merely a contract marriage." His words make me pause.
Still on his knees, he press soft kisses on my knuckles. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything I said earlier."
"Your sorry can't undo the damage. You can't just hurl hurtful words at me and then apologize, claiming you didn't mean it." My voice rises in anger as I yank my hands away from his grasp.
