Beyond the Chains

The birds chirped around outside her windows, the sun shove above high, casting it's illuminate glow, rey's of sunshine surrounding the place, and the butterflies flitted around, fluttering their pulchritudinous appendages, seeking out for their next flower, finding comfort in their freedom.

Freedom

A Pulchritudinous and splendid word.

Freedom.

Which everyone are entitled to have.

Freedom.

Something which she wasn't entitled to have.

As she was just a mere object, a tool to be used for HIS satisfaction.

She, a beautiful butterfly with splintered wings.

She was his butterfly, and he had shattered her colors into charcoal black and dark ashes, he had clipped her wings into mere pieces and now she was left with nothing but emptiness and the dark wickedness surrounding her.

Her eyes, which were once full of life, were dead and lifeless, counting days for her own death each passing second, trying to find her tranquility , solace and serendipity in death itself.

Life was so hard.

Life is so hard.

And here she is, resilient as ever.

It's been years, she has forgotten how warm human touch actually felt like.

Aarunya looked outside the window of the dark room , finding a little peace at the rays of sun coming inside.

Her body twinged in pain from the torture she suffered last night, again.

In her heart she just mumbled two little

words..

"Nothing's new."

She mumbled, with her eyes dead and her shattered soul from the core.

One by one, the servants entered, engaging in their daily tasks, cleaning her blood stains from the marble floor and she watched emotionless, her own crimson red blood being wiped out clean oof the floor, of the table, of the balcony, of each place he had taken her body, like the monster he is.

Of all the places she was raped, as always.

As always. Aarunya mumbled.

Arunya still Remembered the past, her parents, her happiness , her cheerful nature and those soft smiles, they were all hers, until he came and stole everything, taking every single shred of her dignity, shattering her soul into pieces and reducing her into a now lifelessz hollow amd a broken doll which he had reduced her into.

Doll.

His doll.

His little plaything.

Trayaksh Rajput's Doll.

A broken butterfly

&

His most prized possession.

As this was his caliginous Abyss

And she was his prisioner, bound to his sins and shadows of her own cruel and vicious past.

For the World She was his wife, Mrs. Rajput. The daughter In law of one of the most influential and prestigious family in India, for the world She was living a blissful life, a world overflowing with delirium, diamonds and devoid of agony. But her reality was darkest than the night of eclipse.

Only those inside the Rajput's estate knew the contrasting reality between dreams and nightmares.

Arunya was in fact a bird, caged in a golden cage, trapped in a dark web of lies and deception, agony and Trayaksh.

She was broken, enslaved, beaten and Raped.

With his name carved in her left wrist, her fate was sealed nine years back.

At the mere age of eighteen, she was given as a slave to him, to a man seven years her senior, a ruthless man, the heartless beast who finds his own contentment in her sadness, who finds pleasure in her pain, who laughs when she cries, who loves her broken tears, infact her each sob feels like a melodious music to his ears.

As she has been nothing but a pawn in the game of his venomous vengeance.

Like a serpent, he slowly waited everyday and engulfed her into his poisonous mouth, eating away everything she ever held precious.

Arunya recalled the memory of the night when he had reminded her of their lethal reality.

"Our story isn't a fairytale. It is a dark fantasy written in the ink of Blood, tragedy and vengeance."

Those words, they have been imprinted on her soul and she knows very well that she's never going to get her wings back.

Arunya looked outside through the lavish window, the birds chirping and singing in their own melody without any care of the world, without any care if any predator would come and ruin them forever. The innocent birds, just like how she was once.

Once....

She was once an Aliferous bird, but that time would never come back twice.

For she was a decorative showpiece in the World of Rajputs and a plaything for Trayaksh.

Trayaksh, Arunaya's predator, her sinner with poison running down his veins, his cunning nature and manipulation are his weapons which he carries proudly without batting any eyelashes, his mesmerizing onyx eyes which are as Sinister as a web of venomous spider and she's the butterfly trapped in his deceptions and lies.

Arunya despised Trayaksh from her core, the lothe for him was hanging free inside her blood, the disgust of his filthy touches, the crude remarks he makes, the way his fingers touch her face, darkly, brutally, venomously.

Never in her twenty seven years of life had Arunya ever wished for someone to be dead as much as she wished it for him.

For he was a monster and she sure wasn't a saint either..

Arunya believed in Karma and she always knew one day it would hit Trayaksh so hard that his ego and pride would crumble into pieces and she would revel in his ruin without any mercy that she was sure of.

"Even Monsters do deserve love but rapists don't".

Arunya Whispered, her amber eyes still held the same intensity which they had all those nine years ago and the determination flared again, to escape from the clutches of the deadly sinner of her personal hell Called Trayaksh Rajput and one day she would succeed, no matter what it takes.

Blood, devotion, pain or poison.

The freedom would be hers

And the Karma would be his

Aarunya gazed at her disheveled appearance in the mirror. From her messy black hairs to those bloodshot red amber eyes, cracked bleeding lips, her once rosy cheeks had already succumbed to slight bones, and the red marks etched into her white creamy skin were already speaking of volumes of the way she had been treated again by the dog known as her husband last night.

Aarunya kept staring at her own ruined appearance without even flinching a bit, nlw it was not something new for her to witness, infact now she was habitual of walking into knives and slipping into a floor covered in crimson red blood of her own.

She was just a shell of her former self and nothing more. The only similarity that the once eighteen year old Aarunya and the present twenty five years old Aarunya had, was her determination to never accept defeat, a tender heart and the hope flickering time to time in her amber eyes to touch the freedom which was stolen and snatched from her, years ago.

Arunya hissed as the cool sensation of the soothing balm touched over her already bruised arm.

"Does it hurt?" The maid Asked, putting ointment on Aarunya's brusies.

"Everything hurts. Being alive does too"

Arunya chuckled sadly.

It indeed hurts

This life

These invisible shackles

And this shattered heart which bleeds everyday.

She snapped out of her reverie,. suddenly noticing the panicked state of some maids around her.

Aarunya raised her brow at the woman in front of her, who was already gasping for breath as if she had the most ominous and inauspicious news to speak.

"Madame, the master had an accident"

The woman spoke not knowing how her master's wife would react, but to her surprise Aarunya's lips curled into a bright smile.

Her bloodshot eyes gleamed of hope and happiness as Aarunya's laughter echoed in the whole bed chamber.

"Has madame perhaps gone crazy from trauma?" The woman who's the new maid Whispered in disbelief to another servant who shook her head and sighed at her to zip up her mouth.

"What's new?" Aarunya chuckled the same words softly.

"Every dog dies one day. A Today's his day."

Aarunya giggled like a child who has found her favourite candy to eat.

Few servants gasped speechless while the other empathized with her. After all which woman in her sane mind would ever wish for such a monster to live?

To their surprise Aarunya even showerd and wore a red saree like a newly wedded bride that too without any nuptial chain or vermillion. She was more eager to be a widow than anyone ever would and she reveled in the feeling, her heart hammering with happiness, the feeling which she thought she had lost years back.

"Did your master died yet?"

She mocked Trayaksh's most loyal servant as the man looked at her almost emotionless.

Stepping near the drawer, She inched forward, taking a heart shaped pendant in her hands, as she traced it with her delicate fingers Affectionately.

The picture of a divine krishna and radha ji shone under the transparent glass.

Aarunya smiled, her god has served her justice and there's nothing a mere devil like Trayaksh would do now.

His end was near and she knew it.

But why did her krishna ji give him such a sudden death?

Do a sinner deserve such easy death?

Does he even deserve such tranquility huhhh?

But she would accept it as it's chosen by her divine god itself. The one she believed in since she knew the meaning of bhakti and devotion.

"Farewell not so dear Husband. May you rot in the deepest pits of hell"

Aarunya Whisperd as a happy tear fell off her amber eyes.

It was finally coming to an end.

The despair, the grief , the agony and her affliction.

It'll end.

Finally.

Only if she knew that this was nothing but her one wishful thinking..

Only if...

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