Handcuffed Bliss - Watty Awards... 2012

Pain......

I'm SO SOrry!!!

I wrote and re wrote 2 drafts before this third one...

I'm sorry for the delay but I wanted it to be worth your wait....

I hope this is......

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Rudra's POV:

I waited till Granny thought I fell asleep and left. When she did, I cried, sobbed my heart out into my pillow. I was tired of being strong. I was tired of acting. I couldn't smile all the time. When I fell down my heart almost stopped beating. The thought that I was going to lose my baby was horrifying. I prayed like never before. I couldn't lose this little one. He was a part of Ethan, a part of my love, of our love. How could I be so careless with him!

When I did come around I saw Ethan's worried face. I thought I was dreaming. My love, my husband was right in front of me, holding my hand, crying for me. But when I realized he was really there in front of me, I remembered the hell he gave us. All of us, including Caro. I couldn't accept him then, he had made far too many people cry.

But when he picked me up, kissed me, my baby, spoke to us, I really felt as if all my dreams were coming true. I had dreamt this dream for months. I had dreamt of being in his arms again, dreamt of him loving me and my kids. Late at night, I had dreamt of his kisses too.

Today, in his arms, I felt whole again. I felt like I had come alive. As If I had been sleeping all these months and today, in his arms I had finally awakened. I felt happy and whole. But this dream could never ever come true. I knew it. It would remain forever remain a dream a part of me to cry over late at night.

My family's reaction to him confirmed my worst fears. They all hated him and rightly so. But now, I would never be with my love again.

Suddenly a thought burst through, did he love me? Then a million questions began bombarding me, would he want me back or was this simply a way of getting his daughter back, of getting his sister to love him again.  Was I being used again? Was my baby also a pawn in his elaborate deceit?

These thoughts swirled around till Granny said she wanted me married again. Oh God Married Again? I couldn't go through all this again. I couldn't love again; couldn't give someone else my love, when my heart and soul still belonged with Ethan. What about my children? Caro was still not comfortable around men. She just about managed being normal with my family and that too because they loved her and my unborn baby? What about him? Would some random guy accept my babies; love them as his own children?

I was done, done being used by everyone. I was done being strong. How much more should I have to be strong? But I had no choice. I had to stay strong for my children. I would fight the world for them. Even my family if I had to.

CAROLINE's POV:

I walked into our room when Granny finally walked out. I hadn't been with ma in a long time. I was worried about dad being here. His penance, his presence was unnerving me. I'm sure, it was hurting ma too. She had truly loved him. Even now, when she thought I was asleep, she would pull out his photograph and stare at it for hours, kissing it, hugging it, loving the picture as if it was my dad. I hated my daddy for doing this to her. She didn't deserve this…