The Oculesics- Ek Kahaani Junoon Ki

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Y'all can hate Trayambak, even I hate him. 🤭
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Trayambak 's POV -

It's been a week since I went home... since I saw my Dhimahi.

And I still can't go back. Not after what I did to her.

But she deserved it.

After what I went through, after the pain I swallowed alone, she deserved every bit of that thrashing. It wasn't easy for me-it tore me apart to hurt her-but did anyone care when I was the one broken? When I lost everything? When I lost my gem? No one gave a damn about my pain. So why should I?

I keep telling myself it was justified-what I did, why I did it-but no matter how much I try to silence it, the truth still claws at me from inside.
It still hurts.
It hurts because I loved her. Because I still do.

I left her there, shattered. Bleeding. Battered.

But I didn't abandon her. No. I made sure she's taken care of.

Sunita aunty-the head maid-she's been with me since I was a child. She loves me like her own son, and I trust her with everything. She'll look after Dhimahi. I know she will. She tried to speak to me, tried to calm me down, to make me understand-but no one, no one can convince me to forget what was done to me. To just let it all slide and pretend like nothing ever happened.

I gave clear orders to the guards-Dhimahi doesn't leave that mansion. Not under any circumstance. And no one, no one enters. Even if my parents come, they don't get in. That house is mine. And what's inside it-she-is mine.

I took her phone. Disconnected every way out. There's no contact with the outside world. No calls. No messages. No escape. No one will come for her. No one can.
I know Sunita aunty will never defy me. She understands why I'm doing this. She's seen my pain. She's seen what it turned me into.
But now... now the silence is unbearable.

I miss her.
I miss being near her.
I miss her breath, her scent, her skin against mine. I miss the way she trembles when I touch her, the way her lips part when I kiss her, the sound of her gasps, the taste of her moans.

It's been too long since I made love to her.

Too long since I owned her.

And I still remember-every. single. time.

I remember it vividly-the first time I took her. It was raining, not just a drizzle, but a downpour that felt like the skies were witnessing what was about to happen. It was poetic, almost conspiratorial.

FLASHBACK BEGINS-

Her parents were away at some family wedding, but she-meri pagal Dhimah [my crazy Dhimahi]-chose to stay behind. Just for me. That madness in her devotion to me turned me on more than anything. She abandoned her family plan just to be with me. And I loved it. Main jeet raha tha.[I was winning] My plan was unfolding perfectly, and the universe... the damn universe seemed to be on my side too.

It was already past ten, and since her family wasn't around, she agreed to stay back at the office longer. I told her I'd drop her home. No way was I letting her take public transport-not my girl. Not this late. She might've been a part of my twisted little game, but I love my twisted little game a bit too much. And I'm not ashamed to admit-I love her. Madly. Obsessively.

We left the office. Rain soaked us within seconds as we dashed to my car. I was driving; she sat beside me-her shirt clinging to her like second skin. She looked... divine. Wet strands of hair sticking to her neck, water droplets running down her collarbone, and that innocent hum on her lips. Khuda ka noor lag rahi thi woh. [she looked like the light of God]