Paint it Red - Vignette collection [Completed]

A collection of angst filled vignettes set in IPKKND universe. A fictional exploration of canonical scenes.

Scene recommendations are always welcome. Do ensure that they are confrontational or angst ones. :-) Also, PM/scrap me Youtube link of that said scene.

Index:

01. Red Dress - Page 01
02. Burgundy Veil - Page 01
03. Crimson Tides - Page 01
04. Blood Noir - Page 02 [ tvpal007 ]
05. Cardinal Sin - Page 03 [ Twiggy ]
06. Drop of blood - Page 05 [ Kalyaani]
07. Rose Bangles - Page 06 [ merit]
08. Through rose tinted glasses - Page08 [ V323]
09. Blood Relations - Page 10 [ dilectus]
10. Red Legehga - Page 12 [ Raila1014, nsipkknd]
11. Red Herring - Page 14 [ Nyxx]
13. Bleeding hearts - Page 18 [ Petrichorlove ]
14. Little Red - Page 21 [ UV_Arshi ]

Red Dress

She doesn't understand the perverse satisfaction reigning on his face the moment she says 'Yes'. She believes the barter was fair – her life for her sister's happiness. The wedding ceremony is short. If it was longer she would have probably deluded herself in the illusion of happiness. He had robbed her even off that possibility of being happy within an illusion. Her red bridal dress looks redder when he unceremoniously pushes her inside the SUV.

She feels the dress was tainted by the blood pouring from every pore on her skin.

She bleeds, pain numbing her skin and heart is too tired to acknowledge the ache that has settled in. She doesn't understand the threat. She doesn't understand the venom in his voice. She doesn't know the reason for his harshness.

A glass bangle lay broken on her lap. His fingers imprinted a bruise on her wrist when he dragged her to the altar. The bangle scratched couple of inches below her wrist leaving a red scratch in its wake. Her mind shuffles and an old memory get thrown back with a force of gushing wind. She clenches her fist to brace herself at the impending melancholic memory.

Warm lips enclosed the glass piece on her wrist and the teeth barely scraped her skin. Her heart shattered into a million pieces at the contact and the titillating sound reverberated in her ears drowning the loud noise surrounding them. His smile had been victorious when he looked up – a piece of glass clenched between his teeth and his lips lightly tainted by her blood. He made an enviously provocative picture in that moment.

There will be none of that, she knows it. He doesn't offer reasons for the threats. She questions, yells, screams and collapses in confusion and disappointment. He doesn't budge. Where most people use ten words, he uses four. When he is angry it reduces to two and a scowl. But there were moments, times, when he broke the pattern. The elation she had felt during those moments tugged her gut each time she remembered.

Now all she has are those memories. She would cling on to it when his words turned poison and actions cracked her heart a little bit more. But one day those memories would be far too weak to offer the solace she would require.

And one day, they will die the death of an unknown wild creature; bloody, violent and quickly forgotten.

The Arnav Singh Raizada she was attracted to was long gone. Now a fallacy of an image stood filled with venom and vengeance.

She didn't know if she has to be scared of what he could potentially unleash on her or mourn for the birth of a heartless man.

2. Burgundy Veil

She has been crying more often since the moment she met him. The loneliness she always harbored in heart was never more so pronounced after every altercation with him. She could never catch a break and he never failed to irritate her with his narcissistic superiority and arrogance.

She never once imagined him to resolve to ruthlessness. He hadn't answered her when she demanded his reasons for marrying her. He had channeled extreme hatred in his actions as he pointed towards the pool and asked her to sleep beside it. It was her wedding night and after everything that had happened, she was glad to get away from him. Yet, somewhere in her heart she believed, no, hoped, that he had misplaced reasons for marrying her. White noise settled between her ears and she turned deaf to everything around her. He stood on the threshold, garland in his hands and gave her a scathing look. The looks of surprise, shock and disappointment didn't escape her.

What truly broke her resolve to see it through was the look on her sister's face – a frown masking suspicious intent. It was for her sister's sake she had taken such a drastic measure. Arnav wasn't a saint and she knew he would keep his end of the bargain of tormenting her sister if she didn't agree to the contract marriage. She couldn't put past him as an old memory of an earlier encounter slammed her stomach with bitterness and grief.

They were at an impasse. She held his eyes with grim determination taking vows she feared she couldn't keep. She heralded his social bias and mocked him for being blinded towards diluted morals when it came to economically underprivileged section. He had smiled cynically at her and called her a self pitying victim of an uncommitted crime; someone who loves being a victim. She stood on the ledge and slipped when his overbearing form towered on her. He caught her hand and held her up. The stalemate was back again with scales tipping furiously on either side.

And with one last cynical smile, he let her go. She fell and he destroyed what could have been a positive influence on his life.

The memory would perpetually haunt her for years to come. That day he had shown a darker side of him and it wasn't just cynicism. And now when she sleeps next to the pool, her dreams turning into nightmares where he lets her fall into an abyss, she finds sudden warmness encapsulating her. Her new husband took pity on her and covered her with a blanket.

She opened her eyes coming out of disturbing nightmare and entered the reality which had turned into a nightmare in itself. She smiled wryly thinking how even her dreams were now eluded from her. He looks at her in pity and she begs her heart not to burst out the grief rotting away since ages. Not to give her hope. Not to make her cry in front of him now. Not to make her dream. Not to make her break. Not to scream out the ache settled in the moment he came up with proposition.

She begs her heart to forget the burning intense affection she harbors for him.

But the blasted heart doesn't listen to her at all.

3. Crimson tides

It was exquisite to watch him smile, laugh and see the easy way his eyes melted into pool of chocolate brown. She allowed him the normalcy, a gift her mind warranted her against, for several moments because her presence would cloud everything beautiful and handsome about him and leave him an open mannequin of scars and bloody tissues. But it was only a passing moment, a glimpse of what could have been which whooshed out of the dining table the moment his eyes landed on her. As anticipated his face hid behind well practiced mask of indifference and nonchalance as she made way towards the dining table. She could feel penetrating gazes of everyone in the family and she studiously avoided it as she placed jar of juice on the table. Her sister steadily refused to meet her eyes and suddenly her appetite was gone. Tears tried to betray her again and no matter how much she tried to be stronger, be…callous about her predicament, her heart broke over and over again like cheap china clay.

She mumbled something about not being hungry and hastened away from the table. There was no reason for her trying to be something she wasn't; she wasn't a real daughter-in-law of the house. She wasn't really a wife. Her relationship with her sister was broken glass. Her parents were flabbergasted at her sudden decision ignoring bored look on Arnav. Anjali was trying to lessen the awkwardness and failing spectacularly.

Arnav Raizada had managed to give her everything and had managed to get her to succumb to her innermost fear by building a cage of unexplained decisions thinly veiled in threats. He had forced her to think about her perpetual loneliness of being an orphan.

She was amidst her old family and newly forged one after her marriage to him. Yet, she had never felt so alone in her life.

"Why didn't you stay for breakfast?" He asked irritably. She looked up from her lap and looked at him.

"I am not hungry." She trained her voice not to lose cool and prayed for him to just go away.

But her Devi Mayya wasn't on her side.

"If you think by pulling silly stunts you are going to put me on a spot then think again," he said picking up his blazer. "I am not going to let you do what you think you can do."

She looked at him, puzzled. He dropped these intriguing lines on her which only confused her further. She had no idea what he believed to be her doing.

The pain and heartache of two days took a back step as her anger took over. Her eyes flashed at his enigmatic insinuation. "Oh, don't worry about pulling stupid stunts. I am not you." She snarled.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You mean smart and conniving?" He asked. He had seen affection, anger, pain, happiness, silliness, childish joy, hurt, pity, care and every possible conceivable emotion on her face directed at him. But he hadn't seen eerie indifference masking her disgust in her eyes before. For some reason, it chilled his spine.

"No. I meant indecisive and pathetic. You are obviously punishing me for something but you are too frightened to utter it out loud." She laughed at her own words. Without responding to her cutting words, he walked away from his room slamming the door shut in his wake.

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Angsty at its best. The heart bleeds.

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This is just brilliant...the way you express the emotions in these one shots is amazing. I also really like the concept...hope to read more!