21. his care

                                    

                                          
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The sky hung low, swollen with clouds that had stolen the color from the world, casting everything in shades of gray. The first raindrops fell, heavy and cold, as if the heavens themselves were tired and restless.
He watched the rain pour down, streaking the window, each drop tracing its own path in a chaotic ballet. There was something comforting in the downpour, like it washed away everything heavy in the air.
He was dead scared when he didn't find her in this house last night. Honestly, he doesn't even remember the last time he felt this much scared of loosing someone. Perhaps, years back when he was a child, a survivor of neglection and abuse. 
A part of his heart pained when he saw the dread in her red eyes. The dread of him mixed with vulnerability and hatred. It told him to stop his tortures and take her in his embrace. Tell her that's it's okay..he won't hurt her.
But the other part of his heart was ready to bear it all just to have her by his side. It provoked him to instill fear upon her. The amount of fear which would never allow her to take this step ever again.
A soft click of door broke his thoughts as he turned around only to find her coming out of the washroom, wearing her nightgown. 
Her eyes were still red and puffy as if she cried in the shower. Her hair was nearly tied into a braid, resting on her back. His gaze travelled down to her hands where he could clearly see the marks of that bastard's ruthlessness.
Both of her wrists were bearing his fingerprints. He clearly remembers that he didn't hold her wrist in this manner today. 
Involuntarily, he started making his way towards her making her heartbeat grow faster with each step. She was visibly shaking, with her still playing his cruelty. The way he beat that guy. The rage in his eyes. 
She shuddered feeling the cold wall touching her back. Only then she realised, she couldn't move further. He was just few steps away from her and she was practically trapped between him and the wall.
Abhimanyu's intense gaze made her gulp in nervousness. She wondered what he would do now. 
She always looks so fragile, so petite as if one harsh touch would break her, scarre her completely. His gaze was fixed on her eyes but she was avoiding it. 
Dhriti flinched feeling his hand slowly reaching her belly as he unhooked the robe of her nightgown making her look at him in pure horror.
Her breathing harbored and goosebumps rose all over her body. Her legs were on the verge of giving up. His intentions didn't seem very genuine to her.
Abhimanyu read her fear but kept his mouth shut. She gasped as her robe fell on the floor. The coldness instantly hit her bare arms as now she was only in tha flimsy piece of silk nighty. 
His eyes scanned her arms and as he has predicted earlier, both of them were badly bruised. Though, he didn't twist her wrists but he held her arms tightly in his anger.
"Ahh..." 
Dhriti bit her lip and tried to stop herself from moaning in pain. She could barely feel her hands. Though, it didn't hurt much when he grabbed it but now she could feel the swelling in them.
Actually, her whole body was hurting badly. She was tired. Really tired.
Abhimanyu quickly retreated back his hands hearing her gasping in pain. He licked his dry lips and diverted his gaze from her bruises.