"I love Bihan"
The three simple words made a whole lot of difference. She felt liberated. Truly, she thought, the truth sets you free. It was simple as that. She loved Bihan. No more confusion as to the reason of her tears. No more explanations to herself on why her heart broke seeing his enraged face, on why his hatred affected her so much. Her lips curled up. But she ruined everything didn't she? He will never love her. She was selfish and senseless. She lost the opportunity to be his.
Thapki was sitting on the bed lost in Bihan's thoughts. Suddenly a gun fell in front of her. Thapki looked up startled. Tears stung the back of her eyes as she took in his form. There fight had manifested physically in him in the form of his long tresses and beard. He was the old B for Bihan who was B for Bad in his own words only for the world. But Thapki knew that this was a faade he was trying to create for himself. There wasn't a bad Bihan, never was he ever bad though he tried hard and he was able to fool the whole world and at one time Thapki too but not anymore.
Presently she stood up and moved towards him worriedly. She could see the bruise on his forehead covered by his long tresses. Her worry made her forget the fact that Bihan could no more tolerate her presence. As she brought up her hand to touch the bruise on his forehead Bihan grabbed hold of it and shoved her to the side in annoyance. Tears made their way down her cheeks as he moved past her to the cupboard to take out the first aid kit. She watched him trying to treat himself and something snapped inside her.
She strolled towards him and snatched the ointment from his hand. Bihan stood up and held both of her hands in a tight grip. Blood spurted out of both their hands as Thapki's bangle cut into their flesh. Thapki looked at his hand horror stricken struggling to get out of his grip. Bihan slammed her to the cupboard. Thapki bit back the pain as her back hit the cupboard. Bihan pinned her right hand above her head and held the bleeding hand in a tighter grip. He brought his face close to hers. Thapki closed her eyes, a mixture of fear and an unknown feeling bubbling inside her.
"Don't. You. Dare come near me" His whisper held so much spite that it only added to her anguish. The grip was only tightening. She felt his breath fanning her face his mouth so very close to hers. He wasn't moving away from her and her mouth went dry.
Bihan didn't know what possessed him. He was trying to show every bit of the venom he held towards Thapki. But having her so close to him, he was pushed close to madness his whole body aching to be with her, to hold her, to kiss her. Her ragged breath was fanning his face, her hunted look tormenting him, her lips fueling his desire. And he kissed her.
He bit her lower lip in fervor, attacking it in the most ferocious way. He wanted to punish her and worship her at the same time. His teeth tugged at her lips. Thapki gasped at the unexpected attack. Her eyes snapped open in shock. She struggled as he continued his attack on her lips but her hands were pinned to the cupboard. The sheer fire of his passion that poured into the kiss was enough to melt her. Her legs gave away and he let go of her hands to take possession of her waist holding her to him, not an inch of gap between them. His hands roamed her waist. Thapki closed her eyes, tears streamed out of them but she let him have his way with her. Anything was acceptable as long as he was close to her.
Bihan snapped out of his madness as soon as her tears touched him. Thapki gasped as she felt him move away from her. She slowly opened her eyes in apprehension and felt her lips. Her mouth had the metallic taste of blood; her lips were swollen and they throbbed with pain. But none of it mattered as she looked at her tormentor standing five feet away from her. Her heart ached as she looked at his expression, horrified and disgusted with himself. Thapki took a step towards him but he stepped back and turned away from her. Hatred, there was nothing but hatred in his heart for himself. What has he done? There was no justification for his actions. Thapki gently held his shoulder and Bihan started moving further away from her.
"Please...go away from me." He whispered in a small voice. Thapki sobbed hearing the child-like plea but she was determined to end all the misunderstandings and confusions of their life. This night was going to be the last dark chapter in their life. She slowly moved towards Bihan. Bihan closed his eyes as her scent neared him. Thapki gently cupped his face with her hands. A drop of tear fell down from his eyes on to her hand. Thapki smiled tenderly and brought her face near him.
When her lips touched his it was pure bliss. She gently nibbled at his lower lip. Bihan tightly closed his eyes resisting the tenderness. But Thapki began pecking his lips determined to end all of his apprehensions. Bihan's doubts washed away with each kiss and soon he was kissing her. The fire inside them was the same but the change in dynamics of the tone of the kiss was immense. The kiss was endearingly sweet, expressive of their adoration; it was a soulful confession, the admission of love. Their hands caressed each other's face wiping away every drop of sorrow in their life.
"I am ..." Bihan began but Thapki silenced him with another kiss. Bihan's hands travelled down to her waist. Thapki broke off and turned away from him and moved to the moon lit balcony. Bihan smiled and followed her. Thapki shivered in anticipation as she felt his presence behind her. Bihan slowly came close to Thapki. Thapki held her breath as she felt his breath on her neck. He cautiously hovered over her, taking care not to touch her, taking in the scent of her long tresses. His right hand hovered over her waist. Thapki's frustration increased as he continued to hover his left hand over her arm, still not touching her. Bihan smiled mischievously as he dipped his head into her nape. Thapki's hand found his face as he trailed kisses on her neck. He hugged her from the back moved to kiss her once more. Bihan picked her up without breaking their kiss and placed her on their bed. And when their lips broke off and eyes finally met, a silent pact of eternal togetherness was signed.
PS- If it seems familiar, plz dont think this is plagarism but this was inspired by lots and lots of books, movies and international series. Dont think wth did the girl stop here. Because we have kids running around and I am no good at writing such stuff. Kowsi can do betterš
PPS- The author do not think that domestic violence is a cool way to express love. In fact she completely disagrees with her characters in that aspect but she thinks its ok to write about things she doesnt appreciate too And this was not intended to be a perfect piece of fiction but something to vent out the author's frustration.(Yes finally I got to write disclaimer in third person)
PPPS- NOW WHO THINKS OF ME AS CHOTU?š¤£
