Just a fiction..
Like how two shooting stars fly towards each other, converging and separating without even a single word, the two gradually find their place in each other's lives. The pair become each other's model, and this might just be the stron...
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His slumber sleep broke, when bright light with it's warmness .. showered over his face from,the partly parted curtains...of window like a traitor, betrayer...who betrayed his , friend..dark. giving those enimes of light some way to enter...and assaniate the darkness--darkness of this room.
He opened his eyes,just to close them back...rays from sun was directly on them...he tried to turn other side to avoid it,but hissed in pain.. it's hurt.his back ached like it was torned apart.
Memories about last night , crossing his mind and trail of tears rolled down the cheeks , remembering how he was taken..eaten..beaten whole night by his husband.
Yes,it is his life..from last few month. Every night his husband comes,fully drunk..beat him up just to let out his frustration.....
But last night was something different, had the innocent boy never imagined that his once , loving husband will treat him,so terrifically..so brutally,till this extent.
Flashback.....
He camed back,was sober..he was not drank like all other days..still little bit fragrance of alcohol could be smelled.
For a moment, innocent boy thought maybe today his luck was good , atleast he would not be beaten he would not have to hear all those shitty words... atleast today he can have a memorial night with his other half.
So,with lots of hope and a wide smile he cooked there favourite food....once finishing his work,he perfectly placed all the food on the table.
" Hubby... dinner is ready.." he called out.
" Hmm.. coming !!" Cold voice came from upstairs.
Few minutes later ,a man ...his so called hubby came down.
Walking straight to the dinning table,he sat at his allotted place.without wasting time innocent boy served him the cooked food and took his place beside him at one of the spare chair.
Cold man took his chopsticks in his hand,and picked up a piece of roasted chicken from the plate.
All this time, innocent almond eyes were fixed on that chopstick and the mouth it was slowly approaching. One could feel fear in those eyes,his hands were trembling...he was ready to get some scold from other.
Once the chicken went inside the mouth and later pressed his teeth on them to chew it...shiver ran along his body..his fist tightly holding the ,chair cushions ingraving the nails in them...he shut his eyes,and waited for same wild words.
Minutes passed not hearing any sound he opened his eyes ,to his surprise his husband was silently munching his cooked food.
Today innocent boy was more than happy , everytime was same like one year ago,when he first entered this house,after his wedding to the man sitting infront.
