Revenge In Love

CH 42- After the Storm

(My favorite, Must listen!)

Dua Hai Bas
Yahi Tujhse Khudara,
Rahe Na Hum
Rahe Pyaar Humara,
Shashein Bhi Ho
Chahe , Sheene Mein Humdam,
Ye Pyaar Ho Na Khatam..

Subah-E-Wafa Ki,
Abb Shaam Ho Na,
Iss Zindagi Ka Anjaam Ho Na,
Mar Jaayein To Bhi,
Mar Ke Jiye Hum,
Ye Pyaar Ho Na Khatam..

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AUTHOR'S POV
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A faint light came through the curtains, bringing a little brightness into the cold, silent room. The early morning sun was rising slowly, but the darkness inside remained.

It was around 6 a.m. Arjun and Siya were lying in bed far away from each other, fully naked under the sheets. The space between them was filled with silence and hatred; neither of them had slept.

Arjun was staring blankly at the ceiling, showing no emotion at all. His face was cold and distant as if nothing mattered to him. Next to him, Siya was in pain, her eyes filled with tears. She was crying silently, trying to hide her hurt.

Without saying anything, Arjun got up from the bed. His movements were robotic as if he felt nothing. He walked toward the bathroom without any emotion. He turned on the shower, and as the water started pouring on him, his mind went back to what had happened the night before. But instead of finding any relief, he felt empty inside.

Siya stayed in bed a little longer, her breathing was heavy and shaky. When she heard the sound of the shower, she got up and wrapped the sheet around her naked body, as if it could protect her from the painful truth.

Suddenly, her eyes landed on a blood-red stain on the bedsheet, and her heart sank. The stain was a clear reminder of what had happened between them the night before, and it hurt her deeply.

Whatever had happened between them wasn't out of love-it was driven by hatred, anger, and bitterness. Their intimacy had no affection, no love, no care. Every touch had been rough, full of resentment instead of passion. Now, there was nothing left between them but emptiness.

With trembling hands, she wrapped the sheet tighter around herself and ran from his room. Her bare feet made no sound on the floor as she rushed to her room.

Once inside, she closed the door and leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. She hurriedly went into the shower and turned the water as hot as she could handle.

She started scrubbing her skin hard, desperate to remove the feeling of Arjun's touch from her body because it made her feel disgusted.

She didn't even dare to look at herself in the mirror. She was too ashamed, too broken. Standing under the hot water, she scrubbed her body harshly, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget his touch.

The water was pouring over her, but inside, she still felt cold. The events of the last night kept playing in her mind, again and again, like a movie.

She could still vividly remember how last night felt.

How their bodies were pressed close together, moving with a fierce, urgent need. The sheets felt uncomfortable and sticky against her skin. She couldn't forget how their bodies had pressed together with a raw, intense passion.

Despite the hatred in their eyes, there was also a lingering desire. A desire to possess each other, a desire to make each other one's own.

His touch was rough and demanding, driven by a mix of anger and desire. His hands were exploring her body eagerly, gripping her tightly as if he wanted to possess her completely. His kisses were fierce and desperate, his lips claiming hers with an urgent need. He was marking his territory on her.