Happiness? Was a word that left Roohi Shekhawat's life long ago. She was the diamond nobody took notice of in the pile of coal. She shone brighter than the eyes of a common man can take notice. Perfection was a word for her.
Until,
A someone saw he...
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ROOHI
"Roohi. That's what I'm like. When I'm not with you. Furious, dominant, and a true bastard."
"What?" I asked him confused more about his words.
"That's how I am. Unlike what I'm with you always," he said looking deeply into my eyes which I was afraid to look at. The way, I saw them earlier.
There was a fire in them, fire burning to engross me.
"I'm sorry I behaved that way with you. But I don't think I can clear anything for you," he said to me suddenly walking back on hiding things again.
I grabbed his hand before he could stand and walked away. And he flinched at first but then looked at me with his deep eyes.
"If you will leave now. You will send me I'm forever hell of doubts about you. Which I don't think I will ever be able to cross." I without any hesitation obligating spoke. "Explain things. Before my head starts to think of all the unnecessary craps " I asked him as he stopped at his place not moving.
Looking at the table.
Zoned out for minutes.
I shooked him as he looked up. His eyes were.
Teary.
What's wrong??
He sat back on his chair as he kept his eyes again on his foot, concentrating on them.
"You already know. Mom left me when I was thirteen. She had me with that man. Dad hated the sight of me. Because I was not his son. So he use to lock me in a room and leave me there for days. Not maids or any family member came to check on me ever. My dad hated me enough to feed me his ten-twelve sleeping pills. To try and kill me. Because I use to remind him of her betrayal. He was always very determined to hurt me. And not just that Dad. Every family member hated me for not being the son of the family and being in line for inheritance. So my aunt. You met that day and use to abuse me and beat me till my nerves burst and bleed. She was always hurting me either with words or hands. My grandfather turned a blind eye to this and use to walk away without caring, the man who used to treat me as the apple of his eye. He turned me into an invisible man. Whatever I do didn't matter to him. After all, I ruined his family's reputation.
All this hurt, beating, and ignorance led me to be cruel. To overcome my dads hurting I turned into a bastard. People die in front of me but I won't flinch. Due to my aunts beating and hurting I became dominating. So no one can again overpower me. And all my grandfather's ignorance was the reason I became furious. If he ignored me while walking I will break the way ahead so he will see me. I do things evil way so that he will notice me. And then my mom. How much of a bitch she is to leave me alone to suffer and endure. That made me hate women. Every single woman in the world. So I was always an asshole enough guy to treat them like real trash. That's me. That evil me. " he said as I looked at him with his belief in me. "If you hate me. It's okay. I'm despicable enough for you to hate my sight. " he said still with his eyes on his foot I saw his tear dropping on the floor as I stood and sat on my knees and hugged him tightly since he was sitting too. At first, he was stiff but then he wrapped his arms around me too, and started to cry his heart out.
"Why? Rooh? Why? Why do they all treat me that way? Was it my mistake that I was born out of wedlock? Was it my fault that Mom didn't love Dad enough and cheated on him? Was it my fault -"
"Nothing was. Nothing was your fault Rudram. Nothing was. You are great. You are perfect. You are everything but wrong. Don't hate yourself like this. Don't change yourself because of others like this. Don't let the world tell you your worth. " I patted him as he hugged me more tightly.
"I'm sorry for everything Roohi. I'm sorry for everything," he said as he started to pour again.
"It's okay Rudram. Whatever it is. It's okay. " I assured him hugging him tightly.
"If I confess something to you. Will you forgive me? "
