OS: Adhuri Kahani

Adhuri Kahani

I am a hoe

I am piss on the snow

I am a kalakar

A death star

Burning in my own light

Abandoned by him

I have stage fright

Left to feed their eyes

I am stranded

In a sea of opportunity

I need him

I am zero

One with him

There is two of me

You are not a growth

Not a tumour

Not a fetus

You are life springing forth

He does not wish to see me

You will live

I will not give

You will thrive

And I will strive

To make him believe again

"New year, new success. A toast to superstar Madhubala", he pulled out the finest champagne from the liquor drawers. Mascara running down my cheeks, he did not care. A firm squeeze of two fingers and he forced open my mouth. The glass rim touched my lips. He pulled my braid down with all his strength.

"This is for kissing him, for failing me, for all the nights I spent alone. You hurt me".

"Rishabh"

He smashed the bottle on the floor. A shard of glass flung in my direction. He blocked it.

"I loved you". Blood poured out of his wound.

I touched him, he pushed me away.

"I don't want this". I reached for his hand, he jolted my arm away.

"Lies, all lies".

I hit the glass. He grew tense. His blood mixed with mine, we held hands.

"Why'd you do it"?

"For you."

He tended to my injury and I dressed his.

"You betrayed me".

"Did I?"

"You kissed another man".

"You asked me".

"And you did it?"

"You needed the money".

"I needed you".

"Take me away".

"I hate you".

"I love you".

I pressed on my stomach guarding the baby.

"Is this a game to you?"

"I love you".

He dropped a pile of papers on the bed.

"Sign them by tomorrow. I want divorce".

"Rishabh, please".

"You want alimony? Take the house".

"I am pregnant".

"With his child?"

I picked up a pen and signed with out looking.

"You are free. Happy new year".

Big city, bright lights and I walked alone . New year, old saga; he followed behind. He had done me wrong. It was goodbye forever.

A/N: This is an old OS that never say the light of day. I do not like what I have written, sort of a half-hearted story. The language is abrasive, served with rough edges. But hey, what is the worst that can happen? This is but an internet forum. I submitted it as entry for NY. What was I thinking?🤢 Three cheers for repeating the same mistakes. Bring on the responses.