The familiar purple glimmer of the cool lepidolite brightened from his inner pocket, and he could feel the familiar coldness seep in through his chest.
"Just.. keep holding on-! We're almost there.!"
He said, his voice sounding raspy in his ears, due to the immense strain on his body. He took a deep breath, and jumped from the tower..
||Hello! Author here! Just a quick little side note, if you've managed to find this story. First of all, i want to say, that I am not some superstar, and I can't just power through. I easily lose motivation, and my skills aren't perfect. Now, with that said, I would really appretiate if you gave it a chance. I know the updates are not frequent, but ya'll, I'm in 7th grade, and trying to make do of this creativity that lives rent free in my mind. So, don't expect the best, but not the worst either. Bye for now, and i hope to meet you later!||
"Kapde utar," he said coldly.
["Strip"]
Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it.
But she was too slow.
Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees.
"Muh khol."
["Open your mouth"]
She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently.
"Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other.
["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"]
She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told.
Because Trayambak wasn't a husband.
He was a monster.
And she was trapped.