His Fragile Rose. [Completed]

Shades of his Love.

Caution : Mature scene ahead. A very long chapter. [5000 words]

Note : The words in italics and under "~~~~~~~" are memories playing inside her head.

Request : Don't throw tomatoes at me. I planed to write something else but my fingers had the mind of its own. I honestly don't know what I've written.

Hope, y'all will like it.

Hopefully.

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"The one whom you love the most,
Beholds the power to ruin you the most."

_Aastha.

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Mehak Singhania's P.O.V

I closed my eyes, not wanting to face the his features, his face was bringing back happy memories, which was cutting me more. I was feeling completely drained to even think of moving a muscle. Tear drop trialed down the side of my eyes without a stop the whole evening. There wasn't a moment, which spared me from this agony. Every second was the reliving memory of my ruins. Giving up on the futile attempt of making the memories go away, I tried to distract myself.

My eyes searched the room, to focus on something else, only to find our happy memories displayed perfectly on the wall. The photo frames were the living example of my fairytale and the scars adorning my body were the living example of my nightmare. My eyes traced each picture hanged on the wall, caressing them with my tears and craving to have those moments back.

We looked beautiful.

Every frame, has a beautiful memory captured, the memories which holds nothing but tears now. A smile was etched on my face in each photo, I was looking so happy. My eyes held that blessed look, and my face held the adoration for him. Anyone who will look at these, will find us oh so happily in love.

The way he was looking lost in me, the way he was holding me possessively, the way he was smiling down at me, everything screamed about my fairy dreams. My eyes were in denial that this is same us, which the photos portrayed. We both looked so insanely contented, but the reality changed yesterday. I looked so broken, destroyed. Opposite of what my eyes were seeing right on the wall. My already dripping tears overflew with the rising stinging sensation. The same questions again arose inside me but I didn't have any answer to them.

What changed to have it go to such destruction? What changed the love into lethal? What changed my supposed prince charming to a beast? What changed my swelled-in-love heart to broken-in-agony? What changed my paradise into hell? What freaking changed my small family, my only family, my Akshu into someone so unknown demon? What changed my loving husband into a horrendous tormentor?

Just what changed!?!?!?

My eyes finally got stuck on a particular picture, our wedding picture. I looked happy for the first time that day. The red hue was painted on my cheeks, as we posed for a picture his cousins insisted for us to. His hands were wound around my waist, as mine were placed on his shoulders while my head rested on his chest, and his chin settled on top of my head. My eyes were closed while his were shining, and both our lips were wearing a smile.