What hurts the most ?
Shattered dreams, broken reality Or clipped wings?
For Aarunya, she had already faced it all.
With a pillaged soul and an abusive marriage where all her dreams were shattered in the game of his revenge, she was burnt into ashe...
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The Rajput mansion had never been this crowded before. With Gargi Rajput and Taranya back in the house, the once quiet corridors were now filled with an air of tension that refused to dissipate. Aarunya could feel it pressing down on her, suffocating her with memories she wished she could forget.
The haunting memories of her past were like a noose tightening around her neck.
Watching Trayaksh's face everyday was like a curse for her. Her hate for him grew each passing second and yet she had no choice but to play the best wife game for him, for her own rapist.
She watched from the corner of the living room as Trayaksh spoke with his sister. His voice was softer than she remembered. There was no cruelty, no sharp edge that used to cut her down like a blade. He was different now.
But it didn’t change the past.
It didn't change her hatred and disgust for him. It'll never change anything. NEVER.
Aarunya could have considered playing this game with him if he had tortured her mentally but how could she continue to act with the same man who tore hee dignity and raped her countless times.
What was her fault?
Did she deserved to be raped?
Did she deserved to pay for her father's sin?
No, she didn't. And that's why she would never be able to have any small feelings not even pity for Trayaksh Rajput.
He would forever remain a rapist in Aarunya's eyes. Forever.
Aarunya's trail of thoughts broke as she felt her mother’s comforting touch on her hand. Arpita was watching her closely, worry evident in her eyes.
"Beta, go to your room if you're tired," she whispered.
Aarunya shook her head. "I’m fine, Maa." But she wasn’t.
She didn’t know how to be fine in a house where her tormentor now looked at her with unfamiliar eyes.
The man who had once locked her in darkness now acted like a stranger, kind, considerate… almost innocent.
It wasn’t fair.
How can he play as if he's an innocent man while she suffered in silence?
Life has always been unfair. Always.
A small giggle pulled her out of her thoughts.
Her eyes fell on Aranya, her little boy, happily playing on the floor. Unlike her, he had no scars of the past, only love in his innocent wide eyes when he looked at his father. The same father who had raped Aranya's mother.
She clenched her fists, trying to push the bitterness away.
"Bhabhi?"
A soft voice made Aarunya turn. Taranya stood before her, her expression hesitant yet warm. "Can we talk?"
