The Divine Beauty-Apsara {Zayn Malik} AU (Under Editing) #MissionDesi

29. Alive Again

Apsara wept loudly as Jamila left the room... she didn't want to speak to anyone. She wanted to take her life away. She knew that she wouldn't have the chance to see her family ever again.. and even if she would, she'd only see their headless figures, and in front of them, would stand Zayn...laughing darkly, with her family's blood dripping from his sword.

How much she despised him? Well the amount was huge. She gasped for breath, not believing herself when she thought about she, causing her own death. She was sick and tired of supression, of being watched, and rumored on. 

She yelled against the wall, imagining that it was Zayn, standing in front of her. This was the only way she could take out her anger on that beast of a man. She rushed towards the chest where she'd kept her clothes and other valuables in...

She knew what was the best thing to do now... She found a small photoframe, with the picture of Lord Krishna in it. She took it, howling, and sat back on the bed. The picture was in between two glass pieces, preserving the immense power it had...

Apsara has always had a cherished relationship with the Almighty.. any worries, tales of happiness, or anger, was always conveyed to Him. She would place the frame in front of her, and would let all her emotions out...

She would wish for what she wanted, numbering them one by one to the blue-hued God. But this time, all what the God- lover wanted and desired for was death.... the most painful form of death...self- slaughter.

"Haye Krishna..."  She shakily spoke, closing her eyes, releasing the tears she was trying to burke, while she was talking to Him.  Her mind was full of concentration...her mind was focused only on telling her ballad, her sorrows, her will to die.

"I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted to the core... my heart's running faster, from all the pain I've suffered...people are here only to make me cry. I've stood like a strong wall, but their words and hurtful looks and their horrible deeds have brought cracks on it, and now, the cracks are getting deeper...and soon, the wall'll be too weak to even secure a building, too weak to even stand for itself...and it will eventually break..."

She sighed, opening her eyes, and folded her hands to speak more, "Aren't all the children of Yours, made to love, share and spread affection to the universe? I didn't desire for anything while I've been here, yet I've been put into such an unknown position that the darkness around me is blinding and the people around me offer nothing but malaise?.... My loving family will be no more, and I wouldn't be able to go away to the heavens with them, is it too much if I desire to die? If I attempt to take my life, will You aid me to send me to them? I know...it'll be beyond painful, but the pain will be my happiness...I would receive the reward, what hurting myself will give me.... Now, with all your permission, I'm about to do what's going to satisfy the King... he wanted my body, and let him have it... but my soul wouldn't be present, aching for his touch..."

"I've lost in this game of life...here, God, I present my living soul to you..." 

She picks up the picture and throws it against the wall...she witnessed the glass breaking into millions of sharp smithereens... the image, fell on the bed, free from the captivity of the glass... 

She picked up a shard from the fragments of her beloved God, she wrapped her hand around the sharpness, pointing the tip of the piece towards her unharmed wrists. 

She gritted her teeth, shutting her eyes,"I'm dying with a piece of Yours, my Lord..." She gasps as she slightly pricks her skin, close to her vein... being too afraid to even, push the glass harder...But she was ready, waiting for the door of Death to open...

Just then her mind had switched to some words her father had told her, years ago...

"Apsara, suicide is an option meant for the easily intimidated... they do it because they fear to face their problems with courage, my sweet child, the Almighty has thought out a lot to make a human... he has chosen what's best for one, he never makes mistakes... and he, the human, has so much of arrogance to just take His creation away in just a fraction of a second? What the man fails to realise is that by harming himself, he's protesting against what God had created, he's infact going against God...and for them the God turns into an enemy...and the society turns the man into an object of cowardice...who was not bold enough to face it..."

She threw away her weapon to kill... she breathed heavily, releasing all the force she was to bear while suffering pain...she didn't remember when her father'd told her this, but it was as if her father'd stood right in front of her, conveying his knowledge to her...

Finally a ray of hope, made a way through her clouds of darkness, she felt like there was a new life budding in her heart..her heart was beating like a new- born's... with much efficiency and power than before....

She grabbed the image of the Lord, placing it close to her  chest, begging for forgiveness...

What didn't kill her made her stronger.... she faintly smiled, with the tears wetting her dry lips...

......

The King yelled a scream of victory, taking out the half- butchered reptile, placing it in his hands...

He had made his ancestors proud, now he had another tale to himself as the King who faced his fear without  showing any signs of intimidation. He threw the creature on the ground, dead and lifeless. He stamped on it, showing his joy- filled- anger at the snake...

"No one's strong enough for the King...no one!" He laughed as the creature was squashed under his covered feet...

......

"I wonder what's going on in there.." Farhat rubbed her palms, in fear.

"Just wait, mother..he must be gone by now...." Zafar said, standing by the door of Farhat's room, their planning area.

"Oh! I just want it to be tomorrow, O Lord! Just give me the life for one more day to hear the news about his death..." Farhat looked up and said.

"So don't you want to be there for the ceremony in which I'll be crowned the King?" Zafar asked in fake-sadness..

"Well how would I miss that?" She cackled, loudly, enjoying her short-lived belief that her plans have worked...

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Hey there my little sugar plums! Here's the update that I've promised you guys! Three updates in row! Yipeee! Long time since that has happened... so! What do you lovelies think of this chapter? 

Apsara has hit 12K!!! I'm beyond shocked people! 2K in a freaking week! You guys can do the impossible! <3 

So a major thing I wanted to tell you guys is a slight change in the first chapter, instead of the king being bethrothed at six months, it's changed to three...

Ik... not a big deal :P

So I'm leaving right now, got a sore throat, inspite of having a cold which just I just got rid of a few days back... it has come back with more power, I guess..gosh! Germs and their attitude!

Plus, an awesome picture of Deepika is on the side...it's not awesome, 'cause she's crying :P But she looks pretty even when she's crying,,, and me? Well..let me leave that to your imagination...

Till then

xoxo

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P.S- The next chapter is no. 30!!! Omg! Guys, thanks for supporting me!

*excuse the typos*