Meera~The King's triumphant Queen

62~Meera slapped Abhimaan

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Abhimaan pov ~

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I slammed my fist into wall until my knuckles began to bleed and a few more to feel something—anything—but nothing could lessen the ache in my heart.

A tear slipped down my eyes and I fisted my hairs in frustation, falling down to my knees.

How much of a coward can a man be?

A man who tames power, claiming to be emotionless before the world but too weak to endure his heart ripping. I did not know before, but if anyone asks me now or ever—I would say: no one could be a bigger coward than me.

No one.

Today I felt the real shame, A fear that clawed through my chest and pain far worse than standing a step away from death.

Standing before her did not seem right nor do I deserve but still I wanted to take her in my arms when I saw her standing their in the middle of chamber with her back towards me.

The moment our eyes met, something in her eyes gleamed. Her cheeks rosed up, lips smiled and skin brightened. I could not look away. She looked different somehow, blooming like a red rose. Or maybe it was just because I have been apart from her for so long.

And when she came running toward me, I dug my nails into my palms, knuckles turning white, fighting to control my trembling hands. Her tender self brushed against my hardened body, and all I wanted was to pull her close, lift her in my arms and swirl her around.

So, she wrap her arms around my neck and laugh out so hard throwing her head back that our chamber would echo with her voice. Once again.

But I didn't.

She looked so beautiful. My goodness—so, so, so beautiful that all I wanted was to stare at her forever. But coward that I am, I turned away when she asked:

“Did you? I know you did.”

Yes. Yes, I did. I missed her so much that I didn’t want her to know.

I breathed rubbing my palm on my face and sat back leaning against wall. After leaving her I have no other place to go so I came to living room. To gather some more courage for more drama. I placed my right palm on my chest closing my eyes; this bastard needs to beat so loud.

When she nuzzled into my chest looking up at me with tears in her eyes, her lips curled into the faintest smile. I wanted to wipe her tears, tell her I was here but I could not. Not when I feared giving her false hope.

My eyes turned teary when I could not even hug her. I was this close to break down right there and tell her everything while snuggling into the crook of her neck. Everything that how I am going away and she needs to gather herself for me.

I wanted to whisper to her, do not believe a word I say, do not trust what I do. Just know—no matter what—I will never break us.

But some part of me held back. Maybe I wanted her to believe the lie.

The way her trembling lips brushed against mine for many beats in utter silence; my breath felt hitched. It was not only out of love; it was all her longing, despair, pain and love she was mingling with mine and I pushed her.