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How'd you express the word home?
Probably a family consisting of your parents and siblings?
But how'd an emotionless man like me feel when he knows that he's found his home? Probably it's an euphoric feeling.
I'd have laughed in sarcasm at myself for talking about feeling and their classification as euphoric or stoic, if I had been the old me. But as I had said earlier, I've been feeling so many things since I've realised my love for my wife.
I had looked up in Google about this giddy feeling.
The search: What is the name of the feeling where I feel so much comfort, and too much happiness and relief?
If I say the answer in one word, it was euphoria.
So I just researched the given word and its description did match with what I was feeling.
So, is this how a man in love acts? If it is, then I'm willing to be stuck in this drama where I'll be the man in love with his wife. There I'll thank God, whom I had never believed in, for making mi esposa happen in my life. I don't care about the fact that she was my brother's girlfriend before, even though it irks me sometimes, because now she's mine. All mine.
Mine to love, mine to devour, mine to please and mine to worship.
And I'll proudly admit that she's the sole reason for my euphoria.
The moment I saw her at the mandap, sitting lifelessly beside him, my blood boiled but not before my heart dropped.
Even though she was sitting at a distance from me, I was clearly able to see the pain etched on her face, the healthy body she possessed had got so thin and weak. My heart broke seeing her like that. Her eyes were so blankly staring at the fire infront of her while that fucker's men held her forcefully so that she couldn't protest. Not a single emotion was there on her face but I knew the pain hidden behind. Her face, that beautiful skin which always glowed, had so many marks. Even her cheekbones were slightly visible.
Did that bastard starve her? Or did she didn't eat like how I couldn't?
I knew that she was hating herself for falling weak but where was even her fault? I knew that my woman can never fall weak. I knew that she must've fought so hard but fate didn't support her. She's my queen and a queen never needs anyone's support. She has already endured too much given by her life which she never deserved.
She suffered because of someone else's sins.
Sometimes parents' misfortune has its consequences that fall heavy on their children. And Anika was one of them.
My blood boiled beyond anyone's imagination because of the way his men had dared to hold my woman. The way he has treated her for sure added more to the list of tortures I had planned for him. My gaze has turned red when I saw the fucker's sinful hand holding vermillion to put on her head.
