Sitting before the mirror on her wedding day, adorned with the red bridal attire, Zoya, Delhi's one of the most renowned Gynecologist couldn't feign the absurd heaviness in her chest, as if something awful was going to happen. And the little hopeful...
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𝐙𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑
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𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀
"Your shares are falling terribly, Nischay." I sit close to him somehow, shuddering under the air crackling with unspoken feelings. "The company is at the verge of going bankrupt. You can't sit composed."
A grin cures his lips as he lifts his head up finally, his drunken macabre eyes meeting my sanguine ones. "Is dhan daulat ka koi mol nahi agar tum nahi ho mere paas."
Pain explodes my ribcage, forcing me to desperately cup his cheeks. "Hosh mein aao, Nischay." I mumble softly, nearly crying at the envisage of him leaving again. "Meri duniya alag hai aur tumhari alag." I shake my head undeniably. "Hum ek nahi ho sakte."
He yanks me toward his chest, grasping my wrists in a firm hold. "That's not for you to decide." His breath shudders against my lips, "I told you, Zoya. Your life is mine."
He brings his hand close to my face, cups my cheeks. "Tumhari jaan meri hai. Tumhari zindagi meri hai." Even the last cell of my very existence quivers when he brushes his thumb against my cheek. " Tumhara dard, mera. Tumhara pyaar, mera. Tumhara jism, mera."
My heart explodes with unsaid feelings, when Nischay leans down to my lips, alcohol keeping him sane while I shuddered with the smoldering tension between us. "Tumhari har ek saans, har ek dhadkan, tumhare hontho se chhua har naam, mera hai." He is so close to me I can't even feel myself. "Tum," He declares, "Tum meri ho, Zoya."
"Aur main?" I hold him, shuddering yet wanting to never leave. "Mera kya? Tumhara kya hai mere paas?"
My back arches when Nischay jolts me toward him, raveling his fingers in the roots of my hair. "Main toh bana hi tumse hoon, Zoya." he smiles depravedly, rubbing his lips up against my neck. "Tumhara dil dhadakta hai, toh main saanse leta hoon."
I shiver.
"Tumhare hotho se mera zikr hota hai, toh meri rooh jeeti hai. Tum paas hoti ho toh, mujhe chain aata hai. Tumhe chot lagti hai toh, mujhe dard hota hai. Tumhara naam leta hoon, toh mera dil dhadakta hai."
I clutch upon his shoulders, holding my shattered pieces together.
"Mera wajood tumse hai, Zoya." he bites my neck softly, having me gasp. "Tum kareeb ho, toh meri dhadkan hai.."
I inhale into a sharp breath, shattering in his arms. "Aur main nahi thi tab? Tab bhi toh saansein le rahe the na."
"Saansein hi toh le rha tha." He chuckles, sucking my neck as he nuzzles deeper into me. "Dhadkan toh tum usi din apne saath le gayi thi jis din tumne meri zindagi se apne kadam bahar rakhe the."
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Dedicated to those who believe, ❛love was never meant to be perfect.❜
