Violent love | Adiya

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Squeeze a little tighter'til we can't breathe

What can I say, baby, what can I do?
The monster in me loves the monster in you

"Acting up"

"Acting up!"she shuts her makeup
box and applies her red lipstick on.
She stands up still a little be angry
with Aditya. 

"I am acting up?!" she asks to her reflection in the mirror in a dramatic way. And then stands up walking to
her closet to pull out the black cocktail dress she decided to wear in the morning .

"No ,no I am. And he is being responsible ?!" she screams a little in sarcasm putting the dress on the bed before going inside the bathroom for a fast shower.

"Clearly doesn't know hat out of his butt"she keeps mumbling while making herself a bath.

Today has been a rather unproductive  and uninteresting day for Zoya. Since
the morning she has been all alone in
her thoughts and well, staying in her room. The only time she went out of
her room is to eat, the only time she
saw him.

Yes , saw him

At home

Weird, right ?

But not that weird because guess what ? He was on the phone both of the times.  Probably talking to Sneha for all she knows. She could know, but she didn't. She didn't want to know.

So she stayed in her space cooking food when she needed to, for all of them. And then going back to her own room. She spent the rest of the day with a book.

She sighs in content as she soaks in the warm water, closing her eyes as she physically feels her entire body relaxing. She has no idea what to expect tonight, no idea what her husband is going to do. All she knows is that she needs to make an appearance. She is not fond of these type of parties. But its his world and she is trying to adapt it. Resting her head on the curve of the bathtub she lays completely relaxed.

She is sure she will be seeing that woman again. And she isnt sure she is going to be all that happy. Her only hope is Aditya won't announce something that will break her heart. She knows, remembers very well that her marriage with him is the most unconventional one. It happened a long time ago and it is no where near normal. But its him. That's all she has ever cared about. Everything else, it never mattered to her. Not as much as being with him.

Her mind travels to the times he was soft, the very few times he was nice and slow, and caring towards her. The times he actually smiled at her, the countless times he went dark. Her smile grows as she recalls the barely there kiss she felt, not long ago. It feels like it was in another lifetime all together.

Lately, he hasn't been here for her. Lately, he has just being absent. She has no idea why but she knows ,that woman is somehow the one to be blame. She hasn't been near him ,touched him ,being with him. And she misses him.

Even if it was never all roses for her ,she misses him.

Stepping out of the tub, she wraps the towel around her before moving out of the room only to see that her dress has been replaced by a silver box with white bow.

Her heart flutters as she turns to look at the entrance only to see no one but her door slightly ajar. She slowly moves towards the bed, her heart warming and stands infront of the box. There is no card on the box but she doesn't need to find out who is it from. She traces her fingers lightly over the white ribbon before pulling it out. Opening the box she gasps a little at the silk cloth inside it. Pushing the wrapper aside she pulls out the silver silk material in her fingers,  smile growing on her lips.