Hi guys... well I've been loving the past few episodes of EBI and I just had to write this down. It's an OS on MriAra and what I would have liked to have seen, which obviously is my wishful thinking. Coz it didn't happen...
Enough of my babbling. Here it is...
OS: It's A START
Mrityunjay stood clutching the banister tightly, his knuckles turning white due to the force of his grip on it. How dare that girl touch his belongings and not just touch it, damage it too. He was furious. His sketches were precious to him and here this girl comes and destroys them.
What did Baba say again? Goodluck! She would be goodluck! Well, she was far from it, already damaging his things. Why didn't Baba understand that she was just going to be another person who would judge him based on what she had heard about him from others? He knew she would be like the rest of them, forming an opinion about him before finding out what really happened. By this time he found himself seated on the staircase, looking down at the hall below him. He was sure everyone had already retired for the night.
He was tired of the accusing glances and disgusted looks sent his way everytime he looked at his so called family. He knew they wouldn't say it but they were all thinking it. And Baba, was it that he really believed in him or was it his fatherly duties towards him? That now a wife had to be added to the list.
He knew he shouldn't have reacted that way. His behaviour would have just validated what she was already thinking of him. That he was a monster. Maybe he was and that's why his first reaction to the soiled sketches was anger. And he took it one step further by pushing her, almost of the bed. The whimper she let out when he pushed her, rang in his mind. The first sign of his guilty feelings.
Should he apologise to her? But why? She was the one at fault here, not him. Mrityunjay debated with himself. Finally he decided that he should even if they had no relationship, an apology was the least he could do and plus it would bring him some peace of mind. And right now more than anything else, he wanted peace.
So he woke up and walked back to his room, hesitantly, he turned the door knob and pushed it, just enough for him to get in. he closed it behind him and took a few steps before glancing at the bed. There she laid. Tara right? That was her name. Her face was facing in the opposite direction, though she laid on her back, her right arm on her stomach. Her breathing was even which meant she was asleep.
Mrityunjay's eyes shifted to her exposed neck and that's when he saw it. There next to her necklace, a beauty-spot. It registered in his mind immediately. His thoughts shifted to his encounter with a girl outside earlier that evening. The girl who had bumped into him. He hadn't forgotten the connection they had shared in that moment as they gazed at each other, she in shock and he in slight amusement. To him, she was utterly beautiful.
Fate played weird games because turns out she was his wife. And wait? She was running away by the looks of things. Was it because of him? He didn't have time to ponder on it as his eyes shifted to her arm which were marked with his fingerprints. He felt guilt wash over him. She shifted a bit in her sleep and he turned immediately and whispered...
'Sorry!'', walking out again and leaving a shocked Tara behind.
I'm ready for tomatoes, potatoes, shoes. Anything you have. Please tell me how it was.
Most of you probably don't know me. I'm Livania, but you all can call me Livi
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