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She flinches at every little movement around her. It has become a habit of sorts, what with the pressure that she has constantly lived in.
Her neck seems to have adapted to the bowing down so much, and all she wants is to breath without feeling a noose around her neck.
She cries in her sleep, and she knows why. She has no good example in her life, and the fate that awaits her seems bleary too.
She is constantly afraid. And constantly dying.
She has seen so many nights, where her father has beaten her mother so bad, that she wanted to die. She never once spoke out loud before her father, never a direct communication.
She thinks adapting this approach with him will work. If all she can do is just bow her neck and nod, she will get through this life.
She doesn't want to be happy. She doesn't want to be rich. She doesn't want anything. All she wants is for this life to pass by as soon as possible.
For she knows, in this life, she will achieve nothing.
She feels she is living on borrowed time, and paying heavy interest to all male kind in this lifetime for it.
Wait, she forgot that she even pays interest to feel.
She didn't think that a mere song from her throat would have had such bloody repercussions.
She wiped away her tears in her sleep. She should have thought first.
He had a way with his punishments, didn't he. Always honey laced. Always indirect. Always cruel.
She didn't want him. She was afraid. So so afraid.
But he was written in her fates. No matter how hard she tried, she could never escape his shadow. And her attempts at escaping his shadow always had deadly lashbacks.
She broke into sobs.
-x-x-x-
He gulped down the scorching brown liquid and gazed at the picture of her he possessed.
Possessed.
He hated the word. The word felt like an insult on his lips.
When it was about her, all he could do was possess. All he could be was some sort of a master, whipping around orders with her nodding with her head down.
What about love then?
What about how he wanted her to meet his eyes with her own?
What about how he wanted that she say something to him. ANYTHING!
All she ever did was nod. Nothing more. Nothing less.
He bit back the bile that rose inside.
He wasn't unaware of the fact that Priyom got to hear her sweet sweet voice whenever wherever he wanted. He knew she would be as casual, as unafraid of Priyom as she was of Guddi.
What sort of sin had he committed, that he never got that privilege?
The glass broke in his palm as his hand shook with rage, and now the brown mixed with red, burning everything.
He accepted, when he heard that she had been singing consciously in front of other men, something inside him broke. The shards of that broken organ had pierced each and everything inside, making it impossible to breathe.
He had needed to let the rage out. On something. On anything.
But more than that, he wanted her to feel the pain he felt. Why was it so essential for him, that she share every emotion that coursed through his veins?
If he was happy, he wanted to tell her. If he was angry, he wanted to feel the anger. If he was in pain, well... she might as well go through it too.
He wanted to share. His everything. Her everything.
Was that too much to ask?
He knew he wasn't Priyom. He wasn't blessed with the golden tongue.
He only hoped she'd understand his ways. She was his everything and never once had he even dreamed of anyone else.
He sighed, his eyes locked on the waning moon.
No, she would never understand. She would never love him. Like the moon, his love would slowly wane and merge into abyss.
-Okay, I never meant for this to turn out into something OS-ish. Well, read and review, I guess.
Her neck seems to have adapted to the bowing down so much, and all she wants is to breath without feeling a noose around her neck.
She cries in her sleep, and she knows why. She has no good example in her life, and the fate that awaits her seems bleary too.
She is constantly afraid. And constantly dying.
She has seen so many nights, where her father has beaten her mother so bad, that she wanted to die. She never once spoke out loud before her father, never a direct communication.
She thinks adapting this approach with him will work. If all she can do is just bow her neck and nod, she will get through this life.
She doesn't want to be happy. She doesn't want to be rich. She doesn't want anything. All she wants is for this life to pass by as soon as possible.
For she knows, in this life, she will achieve nothing.
She feels she is living on borrowed time, and paying heavy interest to all male kind in this lifetime for it.
Wait, she forgot that she even pays interest to feel.
She didn't think that a mere song from her throat would have had such bloody repercussions.
She wiped away her tears in her sleep. She should have thought first.
He had a way with his punishments, didn't he. Always honey laced. Always indirect. Always cruel.
She didn't want him. She was afraid. So so afraid.
But he was written in her fates. No matter how hard she tried, she could never escape his shadow. And her attempts at escaping his shadow always had deadly lashbacks.
She broke into sobs.
-x-x-x-
He gulped down the scorching brown liquid and gazed at the picture of her he possessed.
Possessed.
He hated the word. The word felt like an insult on his lips.
When it was about her, all he could do was possess. All he could be was some sort of a master, whipping around orders with her nodding with her head down.
What about love then?
What about how he wanted her to meet his eyes with her own?
What about how he wanted that she say something to him. ANYTHING!
All she ever did was nod. Nothing more. Nothing less.
He bit back the bile that rose inside.
He wasn't unaware of the fact that Priyom got to hear her sweet sweet voice whenever wherever he wanted. He knew she would be as casual, as unafraid of Priyom as she was of Guddi.
What sort of sin had he committed, that he never got that privilege?
The glass broke in his palm as his hand shook with rage, and now the brown mixed with red, burning everything.
He accepted, when he heard that she had been singing consciously in front of other men, something inside him broke. The shards of that broken organ had pierced each and everything inside, making it impossible to breathe.
He had needed to let the rage out. On something. On anything.
But more than that, he wanted her to feel the pain he felt. Why was it so essential for him, that she share every emotion that coursed through his veins?
If he was happy, he wanted to tell her. If he was angry, he wanted to feel the anger. If he was in pain, well... she might as well go through it too.
He wanted to share. His everything. Her everything.
Was that too much to ask?
He knew he wasn't Priyom. He wasn't blessed with the golden tongue.
He only hoped she'd understand his ways. She was his everything and never once had he even dreamed of anyone else.
He sighed, his eyes locked on the waning moon.
No, she would never understand. She would never love him. Like the moon, his love would slowly wane and merge into abyss.
-Okay, I never meant for this to turn out into something OS-ish. Well, read and review, I guess.
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