You may have heard those lines,
"Life is like a rollercoaster,
It has its own ups and downs,
But it's your choice to scream or enjoy the ride...."
Two souls, Ira and Rudra, navigate the ebbs and flow of life in their individual journey. One i...
As the night's velvety darkness enveloped the city, stars twinkled like diamonds against the sky. The moon played a gentle game of hide-and-seek behind wispy clouds. The world was bathed in a soothing calm, with most beings lost in dreamland. Yet, one soul remained awake - Rudra.
Inside his room, a soothing night-blue glow emanated from a serene bulb, casting a calming ambiance. Leaning against the headboard, Rudra lay on his bed, his gaze wandering around the transformed space.
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The once-ravaged room, scarred by shattered mirrors, broken ceramics, and torn pictures, had been restored to pristine condition. All remnants of the past, excluding the memories that lingered, had vanished without a trace.
Rudra's gaze shifted inward, focusing on his own body. He lifted his bandaged hand to eye level, examining it with a mixture of curiosity and detachment. His eyes traced the contours of the wrapping, turning his hand palm up, then palm down, studying it from every angle.
His other hand rose, fingers tenderly tracing the crisscrossed stitches above his left eyebrow. A faint hiss escaped his lips, cracking his tough facade. "Ahh...," he whispered, wincing at the lingering pain.
He closed his eyes, a fleeting attempt to shield himself. But the past pierced his defenses. His eyes snapped open, and a pained whisper broke free: "Tiara." His expression crumpled, revealing a fractured soul. His jaw trembled, betraying the fragile control he had clung to.
"Fùcķ You, Tiara," he snarled, fists shaking. "Fùçk You for walking away. Fùcķ you for destroying me."
His gaze fell upon his bandaged feet, and a fresh wave of anger surged. "You did this to me. You ripped my heart out and left me to bleed."
Rudra's face twisted in a snarl, his hot temper boiling over. He slammed his left fist against the bedframe, the sound echoing through the room.
His jaw clenched, teeth grinding in a futile attempt to contain the tempest within. His chest heaved, every breath a struggle against the suffocating weight of his emotions. His voice cracked, a jagged edge of anguish slicing through the venom
"Tiara...," he whispered, the name a venomous curse on his lips. "Pray that you never cross paths with me again. You've only seen the pathetic fool who loved you, blind to your deceit."
His eyes blazed with anger as he recalled the worried faces of his family – especially his mother.
"You ripped my heart out, Tiara. You left me shattered, broken. And now... now I'm nothing but a shadow of what I once was."
His whisper was a futile attempt to subside the primal scream building in his throat. Rudra's fists clenched, bandages straining against his trembling hands.
"I swear on my own blood, Tiara... if I ever find you, you'll beg for mercy. You'll plead for respite from the strom that is me."
