Broken By him.

Chapter-40.

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Reyansh's heart pounded against his chest in anticipation of an unknown fear or feeling. He just can't name what he feels about Adhira. Sometimes, deep in her emerald eyes, he sees innocence and purity and he had this urge to protect her, hide her somewhere safe from this cruel world.

But when he remembers who she is, he also has this urge to destroy her to no repair, to burn her to ashes.

Unbeknown to him, the spot in his heart that aches for her is growing day by day. But his mind denies what his heart wants and he would always let his brain take control of everything.

He himself did not know why he ran hurriedly. Because of his fear of anything happening to her or because of his fear of her running away again. He couldn't decide which one was the reason, but he wanted to see her immediately.

He inserted the key in the keyhole and hastily opened the door.

He had no idea why he would lock the door and take the key with him, since he had chained her inside the room, this had never happened before. He would always leave the door unlocked to let the maids give her food and water.

Opening the door, he ran over her inside. Seeing her curled up in a ball, in the corner, right where he had left her, he breathed out calmly in relief.

But his relief was short lived.

He scrunched his nose as he felt like his room was stinking. Following the direction of the foul smell, he carefully looked at Adhira.

His eyes widened at what he saw.

She was sleeping on her own vomit. And if he was any less guilty already, when he looked down at her legs, it added more to his guilt. His heart ached when he discovered that she had also peed.

He remembered her asking to use the bathroom hesitantly, but he told her to keep quiet rudely and locked the door on his way out.

Fuck! He cursed no one but himself for his insensitivity.

Her clothes were soaked in her own vomit and pee. Seeing her lying on her own vomit and urine, Reyansh couldn't control himself. And this time he let his heart take over his brain.

He would not be a human if he did not feel anything when he saw her condition.

Though he never felt any pity towards her when he did her more harm than this, because he always believed her to be deserving of all that but right at the moment, he knew the wall he created was crumbling down bit by bit.

He went to the side table. Opened the first drawer, he took a pair of keys and strode towards the person who was the cause of his distress and would be the cause of his death also.

She looked like a lifeless person lying there.

He first uncuffed her hands and then went down to release her legs from the strain.

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Hello guys, I know it's a short one, but tomorrow I will try to give you a long one.

Hope you are doing fine:)

Thanks for showering love on this story till now and I hope it will only increase.

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