When I was a child, I often wondered if I will have a life partner like my parents were to each other. If I will have someone to look at me like my father looked at my mother, someone who will love me like my parents loved each other, passionate, adoration and most of all selfless.
The kind of partner which will make me feel alive, will fill my hollow empty heart with passion and love. A prince like Eric who will pull me out of my deep vast ocean and will do anything to be with me.
But here I'm standing toe to toe to a man who is suppose to be my fiance, the man who is suppose to hold me when I'll cry, the man who is suppose to love most of all the man who is suppose to protect me instead of choking me.
There stand the man who will marry me, is suppose to love in selfless but he is nothing like the prince I dreamed about, instead he is like a villain, ready to shatter my world... maybe he already did, I was just late to notice.
"You are really the worst Athrav Ahuja. Nothing but a monster just as the other says. "
My voice barely audible. His hands still around my neck, but I don't want to back down, maybe after being quite for years it was finally hitting me but all I wanted was to scream and shout. I wanted to blame someone for my past self, maybe I was crowding to face that I was the problem... or maybe his hold on my neck was giving me courage, courage to finally finish the task I wasn't able to complete by myself. Every glance to the knifes and scissors, the urge to slice my wrist by the razors in my bathroom. Maybe this loneliness will be over and I'll be back to the sunrise my mom used to wake me up to, back when father was used to be my horse, back to the happy peaceful life I had at the age of four.
Nothing... a pin drop silence and a cold stare that was all he as replying with and if anything I was just hating it more and more each passing second.
Just when I thought he will end the torture, his grip loosened and a small smirk graced his lips. I should despise him, push him away, but he looked beautiful. Not as first spring breeze or the wind of autumn but as cold snow which was falling and carrying the storm. A storm whom I should stay away from, a storm I should be running away from but if anything I wanted to fall into it as if he is pulling me in.
"You should really look at yourself, princess. Such an empty soul you are. "
The world paused, never once has anyone told me this. They can't because they didn't knew, to every one I was a princess living her life at fullest. Not even my nanny -who can pin point my small to detailed mistakes- has ever told me this, and not to forgot she was with me for more than ten years and here this man can see me right though my skin.
"And yes, indeed I'm a monster princess. How do think your father handed you to me."
Butterflies, I've only read it in books that I used to read. A fluffy feeling warmed my stomach when his fingers slide up to my checks. The way his hot breath was fanning my forehead or the way his hand was circling my waist.
I'm going crazy.
"I'm not any thing to be handed down from one person to another. "
Despite the efforts my voice was still shaky. His hands brushed off the tear that betrayed me just a few minutes ago.
"Don't worry I won't be handing you to anyone, not before I saw the same expression again. I like it when your pules goes faster. "
My mouth fell apart and my eyes were definitely bulging out. His grin widen from whatever expression he saw on my face. Is he a sadist? I wanted to ask but nothing was coming out from my mouth. I was way too stunned to speak.
A loud bark pulled me out of his wild stormy eyes, it was then realised for how long I was starring at those chaotic eyes. The green was turned into black and his expression was back to being blank.
He moved, I moved and finally I intook a large amount of oxygen which I was unconsciously holding back.
"And yes. "
My movements flattered I flinched from his change in demeanour.
"You should lock your doors at night. "
Di-did he came in when I was sleeping, or did he just saw the door open. What if he really came in when I was deep in slumber. The lone thought was enough to make shudder.
ATHRAV'S POV
Power and money is all people care about, I knew this from a little age, I saw this in a very little age. The hunger of money, the attention that comes with power and most of all the excitement to crush the ones who are below.
After living in hell for seven years when I finally felt what power feels like I don't want to slip it off my hands anymore. The society is a food chain which is ruled by the powerful ones and I want to be in the top, that is how I'll be able to protect the ones I care about... that is how I'll able to protect myself. Even if it means to use others for my own good, and I've used others for my own good, at first it was quite bitter but now it's all just salt leaving a sour taste behind.
I still remember when mom picked me up from the sand and embraced like I was worth something, when dad kept giving me toys just to make me smile like it was something worth more than his business. Will he be mad about me being like this, will mom feel sad about the people I've crushed for my own good.
A glass of wine was placed in front of me, the liquid red like the colour of blood and certain lips that keeps bugging my mind every passing minute. The lips that I wanted to bite and suck until it will be all ruined like everything getting in my grasp.
Never once I've seen felt this intense urge to destroy someone. the teary eyes and tears shocked cheeks was all roaming in my mind. It was beautiful, she is beautiful. The black hairs that I want to pull while shoving my dick inside her, the brown chocolate skin that I mark everywhere, every inch until it's all covered with my bites and most of all the slender neck which fit perfectly in my hands, perfect to choke while she beg and cry at my mercy.
The repulsive urge to be inside her fill that flat belly of her with my cum until it seep through her thighs. To suck and pinch the perky breasts. I've never felt the urge to impregnate any woman, hell I've never had any urge to had sex. It was always the one night stands and even in those I kept my identity hidden and wore condoms.
"You look deep in thought. "
Osiris, the guy who know my shit but can't do anything about it, cause he share something similar. A man of few words and the most ruthless and sadist person I've ever meet. He rules the mafia that I'm a part of, maybe the environment he grew up made him the titan he is now. He trust no one, killed his father and is currently famous in the underworld.
"I thought it was rumor of you being in India. "
"Business calls... some rats are causing trouble. "
"You could have ordered..."
"Nah it's more fun to chase and hunt. "
It is, it's fun to watch them beg for their not so worth life, it's fun to hunt them down, to see the fear in their eyes when the gun is resting on their temple. The shivering body and the trembling legs, the hope that I will let them live. It's all fun in this boring life of mine.
"What are doing in a bar, I thought you hate being in crowded places. "
"Isn't it same for you. "
A loud bark of a laugh left his throat making us the center of attention, but non of them dared to spare a second glace, scared pussies.
"As expected from you."
"Hope you enjoy your night hunt Osiris. "
"Hmm... maybe boss will be a better fit. "
"I don't do those, you know. "
After helping him in killing his father he don't push anymore, but I know to keep the boundaries. After all being close and shit just make thing complicated and trusting is no word in the mafia.
"You trust no one, not even your family."
This was the first shit he told me after killing his father in front of fifty men who just stared at their previous boss lifeless body. And I knew better than anyone not to trust anyone, hell I don't even trust myself. This world is fill with betrayal and corruption.
I've seen it all, and I'm still seeing it. After all a live example is living in my house. The god damn rajkumari of Jaipur. She still don't want to believe that her father made a deal of her, or maybe she is just denying it with everything she got. It is human nature to deny the things we don't want to believe, the feelings, love and care...
My movements flattered when I saw her door opened even through I warned her. Yesterday I saw her door opened and the dogs were sleeping inside her room in the cozy bed of her. I don't let them in in my room, cause I love my personal space. Today also they are sleeping beside her and the night bulb is on illuminating her glowing skin and pink lips. Today also she is wearing a plain satin nightgown, which I'm sure is hicked up under the sheets.
When I first saw her, she looked like the other girls out there, just above the average looks. I knew I'll toss her when my shit will be done but today when I saw her tears glistening eyes which held the same pain I had, I knew I wanted her all to myself. Every inch of her will be mine from her toe to her fucking hairs, every piece of her will belong to me.
"I can't wait to claim you, princess. "
Her brows frowned and she clutched the sheets tighter to her chest, panicked muffled screams left her throat. It was as if she was chasing someone or something. Same as I try to run away from mine. A lone tear escaped her eyes siding down to her checks down to the pillow.
Interesting...
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