His Fragile Rose. [Completed]

Fragile Heart.

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"Breaking a broken is like killing the
already dead heart."

_Aastha.

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Mehak Singhania's P.O.V

After preparing the supposed feast, I had collapsed on the floor with the exhaustion, and then I had to drag myself to the guest room while holding the walls. Scummbbing to the hot shower for twenty minutes I finally gained barely enough courage to stand up again.

I resembled a lost soul, who had remains of nothing left inside her. Every thing screamed my pain, I was surrounded by the never ending pain which was pulling me inside again and again. The thunderbold which had thrashed my paradise into ruins had left me with nothing but painful thoughts.

What am I supposed to do?

How am I supposed to survive?

Do I have only abuse written in my destiny?

Don't I deserve love?

Am I that bad to have everyone feel repulsed by me?

Am I such a burden to everyone?

Do I have no escape from this never ending torture?

There were no answers to any. I was just wandering amidst the swirl of emotions, finding no way out. The agony was just building up inside me, and everytime I think of my life, I'm rewarded back with nothing but tears and questions. Question which were far too hurtful, and the I dreaded the answers are even more hurtful.

My life is a cascade of painful memories. The only cherishable memories which I've treasured are these past six months with him. But now those memories have a greater impact of agony on my heart. More than his abuse, his broken promised hurt. More than his venomous words, his love filled whispers hurt.

Six months of heaven.

My small paradise.

The only time when I genuinely smiled, the only time when I felt love in the entire life of mine, the only time when I felt being taken care of, the only time when I felt happy from my heart, the only time when someone made promises to me, the only time when I felt alive from my soul.

"Why Aksh? Why?" I intended to scream out aloud, but only a breathless whisper escaped my parched lips.

"Why did you turn our paradise into ashes? Why did you kill your rose? Why did you kill my Akshuu? Why did you kill us? Why did you break your promises? Why did you break my trust? Why did you destroy me? Why did you destroy us? Why! Just why??"

Tears streamed down silently, as those questions were voiced out in a slow weak voice of mine. Choking in between cause of the lumps, while my vocal cords felt raw with pain. I covered my mouth as I felt the sobs resurfacing again, and my eyes clenched shut to block out everything.

Harshly wiping away my tears, I gathered my broken whispers and draped a simple black saree around me with slow steps, feeling all the energy leaving my body at once. I chose a full sleeved-collar blouse, to cover whole of my back, and concealed all the bruises with the make up. Even a mere brush of the sponge stung so sharply that I winced each time I applied a layer of foundation on them.