His Fragile Rose. [Completed]

Prologue!

""Readers discretion advised. ""
""Triggers might be present for you.
Depressed people may take special caution. ""
You've been warned.

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Aksh Singhania's P.O.V

Mehak.

My Fragile Rose.

My delicate Petal.

My innocent Flower.

Is now broken, withered, dried, and dead.

Because of me.

All because of me.

The same self loathe rose inside my chest, thinking about my fragile beauty. The beauty which I've ruined by my own hands. The innocent heart which I've broken with my assault. My eyes fall shut when the memories replay inside my head. Few, then many tears cascading down my cheeks. The realisation of breaking her isn't fresh, but each time I realise it, the pain feels more intense and raw. Fresh like it just happened few moments ago. The same unbeatable, unbearable, soul-consuming hatred rises, making the faint sound of the drumming of my heart in my ears, seem a great sin.

It shouldn't beat. It doesn't deserves to.

But I don't deserve an easy death either, after all what I have done to my Mehak, I deserve a slow painful death. I deserve a merciless, ruthless, agonisingly slow death just like I had mercilessly and ruthlessly broken my rose.

I stand up from the cold tiled floor, which has been my bed since I've been consumed with this endless- regret, pain, and self loathe. Sleeping on the bed feels wrong. Cause simply enough I don't deserve it, just like the many other things I don't deserve. I deserve nothing but pain. Just pain..

I walked towards the dressing table with slow, weak steps, stumbling in between cause of the haze of memories. I caught hold of the dresser and looked at myself. Red-shot, swollen, puffy, eyes stared back, with my pale and sunken appearance. The dark circles rimmed around my eyes and blotches of tear strains smearing on my face. Lips cut, and swollen from constant biting and crushing between my teeth to stop the pain which shoots almost every moment of existence. The pain in my eyes feels familiar, I gave the same pain to her, maybe even more-when the pain came from someone she loved. I flinched when her begging, pain filled eyes flashed in front of me, making the urge of harming myself soaring heights.

I picked up the razor and my rose's photo frame and sat down again, leaning against the dresser. I brought the frame near my lips and kissed my angel's face, very softly. My tears still cascading down, falling onto her photo, and my fingers immediately reaching out to wipe them, not liking any tears on her beautiful features, even if those were mine and not hers. With a longing gaze, I put down her photo and picking the razor up I re-carved the cut, deepening it, on my left hand just above the wrist, spelling her name. Pushing the razor, to cut more deep inside my flesh to re-mark myself with her name, my mehek's name. The warm blood started seeping out, like a trail, staining the floor beneath. It, the warm sensation of the fluid with pain on its trail brought a tranquility to my heart, with the thought of experiencing the pain I had once inflicted upon my soft Rose.

I've had hurt her even more. Way more. Way worse.

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Aesthetic Credits to Priyaaaaa_D

Cover credits to Busy_Bee18

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