Paakhi had been sensing the change for some time now. Relationships are never as stagnant as we would like to believe and hers seemed to be an extremely fast-paced one. It would sound like the perfect romance to anyone who would learn about it- two people from different mindsets, spaces and lifestyles had with a tumult, bumped into each other. She loved the way they were. He did too.But it wasn't eno
ugh, and it is never enough. He had a castle, some horses and a carriage. She had a pair of dancing shoes and her dreams to fly on. How could their destinies meet..She thought about, as he danced with a beautiful lady in the ballroom, and she served the guests, tea and gulped in tears of vile.
She had to grow up and believe, fairy-tales are not meant to be and men in shining armours are not perfect too. There is nothing Perfect about anything at all-Her, Him or their Lives.
He sighed as he saw her run into a chamber.His heart ached for her, and though he held a beauty in his arms, he missed the lady he gave his heart to. But there was nothing that could bring her back, but for him to give up on things that he grew up with, and find strength and honour in. There was too much at stake, and he twirled the woman into an embrace, closing his eyes in submission, to his loss.
She had to grow up and believe, fairy-tales are not meant to be and men in shining armours are not perfect too. There is nothing Perfect about anything at all-Her, Him or their Lives.
He sighed as he saw her run into a chamber.His heart ached for her, and though he held a beauty in his arms, he missed the lady he gave his heart to. But there was nothing that could bring her back, but for him to give up on things that he grew up with, and find strength and honour in. There was too much at stake, and he twirled the woman into an embrace, closing his eyes in submission, to his loss.
She could sense her thoughts rummaging through her mind, as she stabbed at the lifeless body again. To the world, she was just raped that night. The night when she had ran, ran far away from the man she had loved with her everything- and yet all she could see in her misty thoughts was his eyes, the way they looked when he looked at her, the shivers she still felt, and how her stomach gurgled in excitement.
But she had to move on. she had to go away from his life to make things easier for him. He had been living in two worlds- one his own-where he belonged, which had built him up in a particular manner while the other was theirs- a new place where they were still knowing, still learning and still adjusting. She fled away- knowing that he had been watching her leave and also a realisation that he had let her go. That he had finally given up, lost out to a conviction she had so strongly held on to, that their world would someday come apart.
His friend, had requested to come in that night to deliver a message from him. Trusting, she did let him, and she was proven that trust is what she gave away to everyone else but the one whom she trusted the most. The one who would have taken the most efforts to make it last, keep it all together. The man had come drunk and forced himself upon her. It came as a shock to her, for he had been talking about how he had seen her lover in submission to another woman. But she knew better, she knew how she had become a body and just that. As she was denuded, after a while she stopped resisting, and went numb. She closed her eyes, as the man went into her and she like a soulless concave, let him.
Soon he left. And she sat on the window sill feeling the winds crash onto her locks. Her clothes charred and her soul famished, death seemed pointless and life too meek. Days passed, the news passed and the only stagnant soul was her own self. Her lover was now married and had gone on a honeymoon vacation. The way people looked at her or the way she was treated, she knew she had no end to it. She forced herself to believe that she was already dead.
She became a full-time escort and a famous one at that. The rapist himself had taken her services more than anyone else. Maybe he was falling in love with her, or perhaps it was his guilty consciousness that made him suffer. He had come to her house, to marry her. Regardless to say, her parents had been ecstatic, but how could she marry a guy who had raped her? She felt betrayed by the world including her own now. Her soul felt barren of not just love but of trust too.
After much thought, Paakhi went to the kitchen and took out the longest knife she could find and without further thought kept stabbing at him, starting fromt he back, till he turned around yelping in pain. But her mind called out for more, as she started enjoying the sharp marks on his body, like he had made.The scars had healed up, but they were as real today..
She kept stabbing till she heard no more. Till she felt no more. And then laughed, laughed wildly.
The knight in shining armour would never come. He had chosen his beautiful castle and the lady in that flowing red dress than her.
She wasn't waiting either.
She took out her jacket and went past the doors. It was going to be a long long night.
Ashes, is all that she sees, when the mist in her eyes evaporate
Burns, she burns inside- the shame troupe in her eyes
Calculating her exits, irrespective of what dreams she had
Dreams and realities form parallels for people like her in this society.
Echoes plunder her peace, taunts and sarcasms, wit pulled out of her skin
Fiery exchanges, endless pursuits
Gluttony derived from insatiable pride
Hovering down her clandestine emotions
Instinctively honest and wild
Just when you thought she'd give up
Kisses that became memories, held on to her
Like she became their last hope
Marked by thorns, the rose was never plucked
Neither was she ever touched
Oblivious to the world around
Pristine, her soul could not be swooned
Questioned by a many, but hugged by none
Rested her pride in her cold cold eyes
Sobbing profusely but Soaking no more
Tears became her only friend in the cold dark nights
Under the moon, that shone so bright
Vile-like rays covered her body and reminded her of the love she once had
Working down its way, into her insides
Xenon-like naivety; invisible yet presentYouthful beauty to a cruel killer
Zap! And she turns into a stranger again..
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