Swords and actions are the same
Behind them there are people to blame.
On skin or the mind they leave a scar
And retaliation is never too far.
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Chapter 3: Broken, Not bent.
The look on her face would have amused him if it weren't for his anger.
There she stood, wide eyed, open mouthed. Her hand on the side table as if her legs were insufficient to keep her from crumbling to the ground.
"T...Tum?"
There was the scared little stutter again.
Yes. There it was, her bag of dirty middle class tricks.
Play the victim. Look harmless. Let them underestimate you so you can kick them to the floor when they least expect it. Let others take the fall for your mistakes.
It was nothing new. This strategy had been used before and left behind its scars.
But Shaurya Khanna was not the same nave idealistic Prince who wanted to build a utopia anymore. He knew now that the world was fire and ice. It would hurt you, and it was stupid to hope otherwise.
Walking into war without any weapons was asking to be butchered and he was no martyr.
But she fancied herself one. With her bland clothes and her unadorned face. Her polite' manner and her respect toward elders nataak.
Pure.
Yes that was what she fashioned herself as, an angel among the animals who only had ghatiya soch'.
She didn't cake on whatever slop his Aunt and that clingy Shruti did, but she still got under his skin in a way none of those conniving ladies' never had.
Those two pointed out his mistakes and he could smell desperation, their craving for his downfall on their breaths, expensive wine and cigarettes.
But Mehek, with her stutter and her less then vain appearance had looked him in the eyes and in a tone shaking with anger had promised him his defeat.
His ploy of using her family's concern to stop her from being a part of the show (thus breaking her ever so dramatic promise) had failed.
And he was not fond of failure.
It tasted bitter.
Her reassurance to her middle class family, in those woeful words was another slap in the face.
He offered them back to her, making sure to sound high pitched and scared.
"Chachi... Competition toh hai, mein Ravan se yudh karne nahi ja rahi. Haan, competition tough hoga, par main bhi toh tough hu. I want to make you as proud of me as I am of you all."
He walked closer to her, never taking his eyes off her, his glare intended to intimidate her.
She took a step back with each step he took toward her.
Her back hit the wall and all he wanted was to see that frantic trapped animal look on her face.
That'd show her she was the same as the rest of the world, not above them.
She was not beyond fear.
Mehek was glaring at him, a vase clutched in her right hand.
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