He Doesn't Love Me.... Or Does He?

Chapter 02: His Scars

Diya's POV:

I didn't know what to do... It was our first night, people say first night after marriage is for making love. Love oh, what am I talking about? He doesn't even love me... how can I expect him to even listen to what I have to say.

"Come on... you are my wife... I can do anything and everything with you. " He said tightening his grip on my waist and pinching me hard.

"Ow!! " I shouted. He took advantage of my open mouth and kissed me, bit my lip hard.. tears rolled down my cheeks. He pulled me by my hair and banged my head against the door. I fell hard on the floor.

I barely stood when, I turned my gaze to him. Though, my view was blur I could clearly see tears in his eyes. Is he crying... but... why? He doesn't love me... or does he? Lost in thoughts I saw him walk out of the room. Slamming the door and locking it from outside. I sat there, hugging my knees, burying my face in them and sobbing.

This is no what I thought love to be... This is not how it is all suppose to be. I wanted a husband who respected, understood and cared for me not someone like Rahul. Not someone who is not ready to even accept me for who I'm. He-he doesn't even want me to live freely. The words which he uttered 'you are my slave' are still running back and forth my head. Why? Why me? Why am I going through all this pain? Why? First mom was taken away from me... then dad. And now when I wanted someone who understood me, understood my condition and became a shield for me is busy becoming a sword to hurt me...

I had slept there itself last night. I got dressed in the morning and got downstairs to prepare breakfast. He didn't even look at me, had his breakfast. I saw some scars on his body and quickly bought the first aid box and treated them. I was scared but, still I did it because it was my duty. He kept his eyes closed. Later he went off to office without a word. I guess he was guilty because he had opened the lock of my room in the morning. But, I don't think that he even has a heart for that.. In fact what he did last night at least not after that...

Rahul's POV:

I walked out of the room and went to the guest room slamming the door and locking it from inside. I sat down on the bed, clasping my hair with my hands. Tears started flowing from my eyes. Though, I was drunk I knew what I had done...

...wait a minute! Why am I feeling awful for her? Who is she to me? I wiped off my tears. She deserves this!! Does she? She is so innocent. She didn't utter a word when I slapped her. She just wept. She made no effort to stop me. She married me and I... I am behaving like a beast with her. Yes, it is too fast.. we should have talked not made love tonight. Why didn't I understand this then? Why did I slap her in the first place? Oh god!!

I searched through my cupboard in search for my needs. I got a beer bottle and drugs. I took the cocaine in and drank the beer. I reached the table,completely out of my senses and took a knife and started making scars on myself. I felt awful for her. She got what she did not even deserve... And now I will get what I deserve and have always deserved pain. Next morning, I couldn't even look into her eyes. Even after last night she treated my scars. I just don't understand...