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Sighing I put my phone on the table and continued smoking. Though weirdly I felt I no longer needed to smoke anymore. Tapping the dust from the cigarette I crushed it off under my feet and looked back in the direction of my room. She must be sleeping right now. I thought and looked forward. I want to spend more time with her. Maybe not just physical. But maybe just staring at her. Or a few talks. Not that I need sweet talking after sex. But with her, I want to do it. Bore my eyes into her, let my hands massage her parts, and have a mouth-to-mouth talk with overwhelming emotions. "Fuck". I cursed as I took another cigarette from the box and lit it. This is what I dislike. Needs are growing to the extent of emotions which I don't want. It must be a fucking sex. Just a fucking sex. Nothing more than that. And I have to distract myself before I go to such an extent. Maybe it is because I'm giving my important and free time to her without bothering about my business. My empty mind is
His Widow Chapter 39
Lying on the sofa to her side she stared ahead blankly as the last tear slid down from her eyes. Her grief seemed so endless that even her eyes felt tired of her tears. Last night images flashed in front of her eyes as her heart tightened and stomach twisted. From the moment she woke up those haunting flashes were troubling her. She is trying to avoid them and not remember or think about it. But her brain and marks are forcing her to accept the reality that she was assaulted and she is no more a virgin. At present, virginity isn't a thing that she is depressed or regretting more. It is all about the future. About the future that she has to walk on willingly or unwillingly. Walk over on her morals and let him walk on her dignity. Tears again threatened her eyes but she put them at bay tired of crying all the time. As if her grief wasn't enough, he is calling her at ridiculous times. By now he made several calls disturbing her grief, and worsening her mood. She is trying to get out of
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I know you all must be waiting for next chapter eagerly and I'm very sorry to disappoint you all. I already have unedited half version of chapter in my draft but i couldn't just take out time to complete it in this for schedule as I'm going to give my exams on 10th of this month (December). So I'm very busy preparing for the exam and I request you all to be a little patient and kind towards me. Actually the course i took finishes after 7 months and I'm supposed to concentrate solely on my studies. But since I started the book I gave few rare updates in past months but I couldn't anymore. I'm not saying that i will not update till 7 months. I will update but rarely. And after 7 months if the book is still isn't completed then I'll finish the book after 7 months by giving daily updates. For now i can't update any chapter till December 17th. After December 17th I'll update few chapters and later after June I'll update regularly. And never think I'm going to leave this book incomplete.
His Widow Chapter 40
|Tears streamed down her eyes as she saw her dresses being burnt in the balcony. She felt anger rising in her as she watched the clothes burning and turning into ashes. She felt his footsteps behind her. "Come on. Get up". He called out but she gave no response as she continued to stare blankly at her clothes. She heard him sigh as she felt his hands trying to lift up her blanket wrapped body when she scurried away from his hands. Nonetheless despite her struggle he lifted her up through her waist. She started to struggle in his grip. "You're a monster". "Watch your tongue before you get into another trouble". "Why did you do that?? Why did you do that? Our contract was only to sleep. Why did you burn my clothes? Why"?She demanded as she cried her eyes out. His brows scrunched into a little concern while the next second they vanished away. "It was necessary. Moreover, you shall no longer be dressed in plain garments akin to that of a mourning widow,""That shouldn't concern
His Widow Chapter 41
"Tell me? Tell me what punishment will make you understand that you shouldn't disobey me. Tell me what pain should I cause you so that a thought of rebelling against me doesn't encourage in your mind. Tell me what I should do". He gritted at her crying form as she whimpered and scrunched away from him with her shoulders trapped in his grip. "I'm sorry". She sobbed."You should be. But you are not. You are just sorry because you are caught. Otherwise you are not sorry at all". "These were those fingers that dared to do the act right. Weren't they? Speak! Weren't they? Let's make a markable punishment so that you will not have to be sorry again. Okay baby"? She shook her head to him in denial unbothered about knowing what he is gonna do next for she knows he just did something gruesome to her. Taking a pen out of his pocket he put it between her two fingers and pressed them together almost trying to twist them as she screamed in pain, her other hand trying to loosen his clutch on he
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Aasha....A young girl who gave dreams in her life..... An epitome of beauty....Her gracefulness cooing in her silence.....Daydreaming about being a dancer...... But suddenly was dragged back to the reality....The small chirpings were heard at how beautiful she is. The ladies in the room admired the BRIDE. Yes, a bride. She sat in the chair like a sculptured statue as her eyes looked aimlessly at nothing in particular which looked almost lifeless. From head to toe. She looked drop-dead gorgeous. The beauticians behind her took continuous glances at her filling their eyes content with her beauty. One of them had her mouth closed looking at the bride as she leaned to her side and chirped how beautiful she is and the other lady nodded in approval looking at her image in the mirror. The other lady walked forward and bent down to the bride's level and opened the red lipstick. She was about to apply it when her gaze fell on her face. Her hand stopped in mid-air as she gazed at t
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Aasha's pov. Today. The first day of my married life and I don't know what exactly is happening around me. Everything here seems unfair and I only get to watch as if I'm invisible to this all people. None has their eyes on me but only on their dead son and some women who are crying over his body. Today is supposed to be the day when I should be following rituals as a new bride. But here I was widowed with a white saree. The irony is though I'm his wife another woman is crying over him as if she is his wife. His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't under
His Widow Chapter 2
That day was the day when I got to know that she is his lover and they still allowed her to cry on his chest when I was married to him and I was even made into a widow. The more I'm getting to know them the more I'm feeling scared of them. They are being unusually different. They are siding with his affair rather than a legal relationship. What am I even married into and what kind of in-laws I got myself for? I was right there dressed in white for my dead husband like a widow while she get to cry like his wife and lover. They were pitying her rather than me where I have to forever stay in this house like their daughter-in-law and his widow while she gets to live freely and independently. Everything was taken away from me. With the marriage, I lost my dance. With him, I lost my color. (Widows are supposed to wear only white and do not celebrate any festival and no sweets, in an olden era or in conservative homes which are rare at present.) I have nothing with me yet she was the one t
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