By Ankita Dwivedi
Megha stood in front of the mirror and looked into her very own doomed eyes. She took off the blood red tank top and slowly started tracing her right hand with the tip of the other hand's fingers. She moved it up to her neck, drowning in her eyes as she looked into the mirror. When she couldn't take it anymore, she closed them, trembling with relief. Her hand rubbed her cleavage with thirst and slowly went down to her partially bare chest, decorated with scars. She bit her lower lip so hard that it bled and as she sucked on the blood, she felt powerful. Her hands squeezed her breasts with a sense of ownership she had lost. She wanted to remember 'this' belongs to her but she couldn't. After months she was touching herself. Her sex was throbbing hard, skin appeared to be a land of oblivion she wanted to walk onto. She moaned and rubbed with more passion, with each passing second. Then the bell rang and she was back to reality. Kunal was standing at the door with his dark grin as she smiled subtly and greeted him with a peck on his cheek. She went into the kitchen to see if the food was warm and perfect then set up dinner at the table . Kunal leisurely approached the table, his hips moved rhythmically ,muscles flexing in self appreciation ,jawline looked toxic as the light cut upon the edges,projecting it like a silver sword . He then kissed Megha, who stood near his chair at the dining table. There was something really dangerous when he kissed her like that . When his lips claimed hers like a reward , tongue invading her mouth ,the way his hand swept on her hips , it terrified her. But her body gave an extremely contradictory response ,wet with desire yet heart screamed fear. He sat at the table eating the delicious meal and occasionally looked at her . She knew that look. It had been two years since their marriage ,this man took her body to a different world but she died every time he did that to her . She knew what he was capable of and that capability shattered any piece of courage that was born daringly .When you are in pain for too long , just like any other thing you grow used to it , even addicted. He headed towards the bedroom , soon after he finished with the dinner . She didn’t want to follow but very well knew she had to. She sat at the dressing table undoing her braids , and suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her waist. “Not today”, she screamed in her head , she had no strength to hold on. He murmured in her ears with a lust -filled voice , his lips barely touching her ears but enough to take her breath away , “ I am addicted to the way that thing in your chest beats , so much that I want to have it “his hands slowly went under her top, his fingers digging into her spine as if outraged for it to stand so tall. His other hand was choking her , just enough for moans to
escape in desperation. He pulled her by the hand and threw her on the bed , stripping her pride in layers with clothes , his thumb rubbed her lower lip, her hands on him as he lay on her. A property trespassed yet again , a law broken but punishment was none . She hoped the lawmakers were women raped by men, who felt themselves entitled to such a violation , one which should have been deemed as a devious crime . She felt there was no point hoping at all . His sturdy fingers left marks on her beautiful breasts ,yet again .As her chest bore the weight of his body ,she helplessly screamed . He whispered in her ear ,”Oh baby ! it will all end soon .You want it too, don't you?'' Legs resisted and failed . Now, spread wide apart as he rubbed her clit . Her sex wiring with heat .He stopped every now and then ,maybe it was some twisted sense of cruelty or his way of making her realise ,’how much she wanted him inside of her’. He did not ask for her will, not once in the last two years . She felt so exposed , ashamed of having this body. Ashamed of being a woman. The layer underneath her glossy ,flawless skin was set afire. Her breasts were burning with a rage . He was about to enter her with spontaneous thrust ,to go deep into her , to read all the secrets a woman hides . All the pain she doesn't give validation to .All the love she is capable of ,all the lies she tells ,all the truth she refuses to see and all the darkness , capable of doing anything . And at that precise moment , her eyes fell on the broad steel that shone like silver. The last string tripped and before she knew it her hand slit his throat with a knife in the most beautiful and neat stroke she had ever known. She was shocked that she didn’t tremble and she giggled at the sight of a pink bed sheet soaked with that seductive red blood . She stretched the open wound , in opposite directions and smeared her naked body with blood until she was covered in it. Mercifully acknowledging his sorry attempt at begging her to end him , she said in a low but clear voice “oh baby! it will all end soon. you want it , don’t you ?” As he lay beside her twisting in pain ,conscious and aware , she squeezed her breasts. Feeling them in her soft hands ,legs twisting with desire .Her nipples were hardened, vagina was soaking . She took her pretty fingers deep and deep .So deep that she screamed but didn't stop until the dam burst. She was alive again. She knew she belonged to herself .As he stopped breathing ,she whispered “addiction kills”. Her heart was beating for real in a really really long time ,her breadth worshipped desire . She now knew that women were beautiful and womanhood was exquisite .The power she kept hidden was now mingling with her blood ,deep in the marrow and in that splendid beating heart. Truly said , “sometimes there is no justice, till you make it .” She knew that she had a choice because we always do ,in life and she made the choice now. She freed herself from the walls that stood on the foundation of fear , apprehension and shame .The walls she designed , more than anyone . Happiness is a way of life and finally she chose it .
By Ankita Dwivedi
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