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A/N: Truly apologize for the lame title, but I couldn't think of anything else and I'd been pondering this for quite a while. Hopefully the chapter titles make up for it? Also I can't for some reason, for the life of me, put ratings like [16+] or [18+] because honestly maturity is subjective, so yeah, this story will have sex--readers use your discretion. If you're not comfortable, click away!
With that said let me know what you thought!
Chapter 1: Means to an End
She hadn't even been able to properly register the door slamming shut with a noticeably aggressive force for the next thing she knew, she was up against the wall, hands pinned to either side of her face.
"I..." he struggled to speak, but not in the way she'd have liked. It was almost as if he couldn't bring himself to say the words, the struggle in his voice echoing in her ears, the undertones of disgust and hatred evident. And all too familiar.
Somewhere she'd started to believe they were past that, what a fool she was to forget her purpose in this home. In his life.
She couldn't afford the luxury of a mundane, routine...boringly blissful life. There was nothing here that was hers to "get used to."
"I want you to..."
Leave. She completed for him. The marriage verification as over, she was to leave tomorrow anyways, must she constantly be reminded of her lack of purpose in his life? Could he not afford her the luxury of her own dignity?
"Stay," he finally completed, his eyes shut as if he was shielding himself from witnessing a tragedy unfold in front of his eyes.
Despite how desperately she would've wanted for that to be true, she knew him too well. His voice gave the contradicting emotions in his heart away, and so naturally, all she had to offer was skepticism.
Meeting his eyes, she was filled with a long forgotten courage. Despite having hands still pinned high up above her head, she leaned forward leaving barely any space between them.
"Why," she dared ask. It was a question she wasn't entitled to, he'd made sure she was aware of that.
He looked into her eyes for a good long moment. Trying to communicate things even he perhaps didn't know he had to say.
And maybe, if the last thing she saw wasn't just an exhausted & hopelessly broken man asking for refuge, things wouldn't have panned out the way they did.
Because he answered her "Why" with a kiss. The tender gesture contrasting sharply with the searing anger that had become him just moments earlier.
And she? She kissed him back.
"I want you..." he said almost too cautiously, sliding her hands back down & sliding one behind her waist, closing whatever little gap remained in between. "...to stay," he whispered. "As my wife," he continued, now looking dead straight in her eyes as if desperate to have all of her attention. The earlier struggle making its way back into his voice, "...and as the mother of my child."
She simply stared back at him, struggling to make sense of the words that came out of his mouth. Not satisfied with her response, he suspected if she truly understood the implications of what he just said.
"The mother," he continued, carefully tugging at her dupatta just enough for it slide effortlessly off her shoulder. "...of our child," he amended, waiting for her wide eyes to register just exactly what he asked of her.
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