The Billionaire's Revenge

|The Withered Rose|

⊏ Ragini ⊐

Life is not a planned game. It's the game of destiny. People come and go, trust and betray, love and hate, applaud and abuse, joke and choke. But they will be just bygones and a forbidden memory one day. A day from when you will never look back.

One such person for me is Laksh. My ex-husband. For whom I lost my everything.

There is just a thin line between misbelief and disbelief. Laksh was the one who taught me to draw that line. My love for him was disbelief, I thought. That's how wrong I was. It was a complete misbelief. It was an illusion I created to pull me out of the mess I had been in. A longing childhood trapped in four walls of rejections and orthodoxy.

And If there was one thing I liked about my life was the moon that spread its beauty into my room and illuminated my solitude. Every time I looked at it I knew there was someone from somewhere looking at it just like me.

When other girls dreamt under it, I dreamt with it. If music was my medicine then those endless stargazing nights were my elixir.

I always had a voice but it was unknown to me until I realised how cruel this world could be. Not once, not twice, I was at a loss but every time. I blamed myself for everything that others played with me. I was a bob-headed toy always nodding to others. And for once in life, I decided to fight. I wanted to choose what I wanted in my life. When I did I lost all my morality and sanity. I can't tell you how sorry I am for all that.

I played mind games with my very own family, so Karma hit me hard making me stand in front of a monster. Oops. Marry a monster. As his name suggests he is a champion and I was his trophy. He didn't win me though. He claimed me.

His words were like venom into my blood. I was blue and pale in that one encounter. He was merciless, he was callous. He was as cold as an Arctic wind that would brush past your cheek that would make you shiver and succumb. But that was not all he gave me. He gave me frostbites. Those bruises will forever remind me that I am not his wife but a pawn. A pawn to checkmate his opponent who happens to be my ex-husband.

It pains because they aren't scars. They are still bleeding. Even dark lights scare me now. Nyctophobic I have become.

I am a mirror. I can cry with you, laugh with you but the day you decide to crush me, my shreds will prick you.

I may not be easy on the eye but give me a chance I'll make you the apple of my eye.

I may not have the nectar you are finding in the garden of roses because I am scathed, broken and thorny. I wilt in the day, in the dark. My tainted petals wouldn't be attractive and my fragrance won't calm the winds down. I will not be found on a branch or in a bouquet because I am one

WITHERED ROSE

I can be ugly but all roses are red!