Violent love | Adiya

04

Every time we let go
I scream and I call for more

Taking apprehensive steps, she entered their house. It was a huge house with giant glass windows, big glass chandeliers, huge couches that no one seats on except for Zoya as she loves lounging on it. The tight slap and the words she had threw at him, which she didn't mean at all, atleast not now were the only things roaming in her mind.

It was pretty late considering she had stayed way past normal office hours just to be clear off him, ashamed at the way she had blamed him for driving her only friend away and surprisingly he hadn't asked for her at all, not even once.

She blinked as Victor came with a tray having glass of water.

"Madam" he says giving her the glass, she takes it giving him a thankful look and gulps it down at one go.

Her eyes roam all over the first storey, searching for him. Victor seeing this says, "Zoya Mam, Adi Sir is in the guest house"

She sighed, half of a mind to go to the guest house and she turns around only to halt as the slap repeats in her mind. She smiles at Victor putting the glass on the tray she says "Okay"

As she watches Victor walk away she decides it's better to leave him alone and not bother him much. Because she knows the punishment if she bothered him, at all.

So she walks up with a heavy heart of cursing at her own husband towards their room. Stepping in she straight away goes to the cupboard gathering her nightdress before making her way to the washroom.

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It's been almost twenty minutes since she had freshened up and for the past ten minutes she is waiting fot him to come, drunk or not she wants to see him.

Something in her is making her worry as she glances up at the clock every now and then. Finally, giving it up she throws the magazine on his side of the bed, taking the matching silk cover up, pulling it on her shoulder over her sleeveless gown as she makes her way downstairs.

Taking more closer route she reaches kitchen and opens the back door stepping into the backyard. Her eyes quickly land on the house, not that big but not too small or typical village house either. There is a yellow light coming through the window and she walks forward.

Her hands are clammy as sweat traces down her neck as she moves ahead. Thousands of ways she can apologize, thousands of ways it can go wrong for her comes to her mind and she almost cowers, cowers to move ahead but her heart beats her to it.

Her heart pounding as she found the latch unlock. She slides the door open slowly stepping in and her eyes land on an empty hall, there are few things thrown on the ground.

With a gulp she moves inside, the house is dead silent and for a second she thinks he must have gone out but there is a flicker from one of the rooms, the lights on in only that room and she goes.

No you're not!

You don't love me!

I hate you!

Don't touch me!

Dont touch me!

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me !

The words, her voice rocks in his head and he mumbles, repeats as sweat drips his forehead on to his knuckles, the ting of the salty liquid mixing with his warm blood burning slightly, but he doesn't notice, doesn't feel anything as he works, his right hand faster, holding the sharp knife in his fingers tighter as he taps it at a fast speed between his splayed fingers. And it's like a game. A game to miss your fingers and if you don't you're scaring, wounding, basically slashing your fingers.