His Knife Her Chest

Chapter 49 |(5)The flashback continues|

Warning: Mature content ahead, skip those parts of you aren't comfortable reading them.
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He rushed towards her, knowing exactly it was she walking towards the narrow alley. As he ran closer, he could make out every curve on her wet body. The rain made the saree cling to her like a second skin. Wet droplets glistened her silky back in the dark.

"Khushi, please wait!" He called out but she payed him no heed. "Khushi I said wait dammit!"

Taking long steps he finally caught her arm in his firm grip.

"What's the matter with you? Don't you know how dangerous it is for you to walk out alone looking like this especially at night in this weather?" He roared and shook her violently.

Seeing her eyes bloodshot red, he alleviated.

"Why do you care?" She spat and released her arm from his unyielding grip and turned to walk away from him.

But he was brisk enough to catch her back in his arms. "Of course I care dammit," he yelled, his voice echoed in the congested alley.

"No, no you don't because if you did you would've never forced me into something... something like that." She cried impotently, referring to their marriage, making him regret his perfunctory decision.

"Khushi I'm... I'm so sorry. I swear if I was with you I wouldn't have let them say anything to you because it wasn't your fault."

"Oh really?" She scoffed, "would you really have been there? Because if you did, you would've been there in the last couple months too when people called me a golddigger, a whore, a slut, someone you knocked up and got pregnant. But who am I complaining to, aren't these the exact terms you referred me to, so why would you speak out even if you knew?" She screamed, not caring if she was creating a scene though no one was present outside in the dark hours of the rainy night.

"Khushi I know what I did was wrong and I really do regret it now. All of the horrible things I've done to you," he sighed, "I'm very sorry!"

"You're not so stop empathizing. I have to live with this everyday. Listening to such taunts, such disgusting gossips about me, my character, it has become an everyday thing for me. I mean, it had become an everyday thing for me after meeting you, but it still hurts. It still breaks my heart and I don't even know what my fault is the entire time." She whispered the last lines helplessly.

Arnav closed his eyes in agony. The ruthless crimes he'd committed played back in his mind making him want to turn back time and choose wisely. Not being able to see her so broken, he stepped forward and tried to engulf her in his embrace when she suddenly pushed him back.

"Don't touch me!"

"Khushi I'm-"

"Why?" She whispered, hitting his chest repeatedly.

"Khushi please let's go home, it's raining profusely, we should get back." He tried stopping her.

"Why would you do this to me? What crime did I commit for you to punish me like this?" She cried not listening to his pleads.

"Khushi please just-"

"You don't care. You don't care at all about me. If I live, if I breath, if I'm cold, if I die, if I...umphh-" she failed to complete her sentence as his soft lips muffled her speech.

He couldn't hear that again, he never would, it was blasphemy to hear such sentence from her mouth. Seeing no other choice he placed his lips on her rosy petals to silence her but got lost in the sensation of something so unique, so peculiar, something he'd never experienced before. He never wanted to let go of this feeling ever again. Pinning her on the rough wall of the narrow alley, he leaned close and cupped her face with both hands and drew her in closer, deepening the kiss. He felt her shudder at first and not respond to his kiss at all, it was as if she was frozen at once but then suddenly felt her melt into him and move her lips lazily against his, innocently trying to mimic his actions.