His Fragile Rose. [Completed]

Flare of Emotions.

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"The reason you ache, is cause of
the emotions in the heart ~
you feel."

_Aastha.

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Mehak Singhania's P.O.V

Slowly placing the last cutlery in the wash basin, I switched the tap on. My hands worked on its own slow pace, as I started washing them. The exhaustion, made my moves clumsy. I fumbled every now and then, struggling to stand, as I found my legs giving up. The nerves of my claves throbbed, as the muscles of my thighs spasmed with pain.

Why must my heart has to face such cruelties?

Why can't pain leave me once?

Why!

Life is filled with nothing but full of questions for me now. Questions which were filled with pain, and coated with blood of my heart.

Complaints?

I'm too drained at this point to even complain about my devastation. I didn't ever do anything bad to anyone. Hell, I didn't even wish bad for anyone. Then why everyone, and every damn thing around me hurts? Even my own heart, mind, and soul hurts? Everywhere I look, I see a tale of my miseries. If not, then the glaze of good memories start haunting me. Even with closed eyes, there's no escape.

I live pain with both open and closed eyes.

If anything was left to destroy me, my heart played well in that department, by breaking the remnants of me, with itself. It has to grow emotions, and soft corners for everyone close, breaking itself into shreds, which in turns bleeds me. It never learns to stop expecting, it never learns to let go of the hope. And that hope, is always the reason of my affliction.

Finally completing the dishes, I sank down on my knees, and pushed myself against the counter. I hoped I was able to caress the ever growing wound of my heart, I hoped I could make them fade like physical injuries. But all I could do was to sit silently, and let the wound inside the flesh of my heart deepened just few minutes ago, by another burn presented to it brutally, and watch it bleed.

|✓|✓|✓|✓|✓|

ONE HOUR AGO.

"Marvellous dinner, Mr Singhania." The other man spoke, while wiping his hands with a tissue. My stomach grumbled silently, as I stood there, watching everyone relishing the feast prepared by me.

"Thank you." Aksh offered a polite smile. If only, people could recognise the demonic wrath behind that smile.

"We'll take your leave now, Mr Singhania. A hearty congratulations again, and thank you for the wonderful evening. You made our first experience with Indian food worth it." The older Williamsworth spoke, as everyone stood up one by one. Aksh formally shook his hand with them.