Blade's Infierno

She was ready to fight for her love. She was ready to cross oceans and defeat all the demons in her love story. What will happen when this 'love story' comes across as a plot of conspiracy and betrayal. When her heart is intentionally captured by a man to eventually be broken to fix his own heart and complete his love story. _____________________________________ He was determined to find his lover, even if it meant to kill thousands. Even if it meant to marry someone who is way below his league. Even if it meant getting exposed to her innocent love. Then why was it so hard for him to see her sad and heartbroken? Why was he not happy when his plans got executed successfully. Why the lady in his arms for whom he did all this , was not able to stir his heart like she once did! ______________________________________ Heartbroken Part 1: Nevis Silence is all I heard...idiotic statement isn't it!! But that's how i felt getting into the porch of my nest, that's what i call my home. Dragging my boots through wet soil, I raised my head......with my eyes closed to feel the moist air. I felt like an old lady who wants to recollect all her memories before her demise. Yes, that's how I felt after 11 months. Too much tired of my I'll fate,... that I wanted someone to carry me across this beautiful porch inside my tiny house and drop me on my soft bed, so that I can cry my heart out. But you know that's also impossible, because I am dehydrated, like the sunny day of Sahara. I want to break all ties with God also, you know why?, because I never asked something extraordinary from him, I never wanted some miracles in my life. I didn't asked for any prince charming who would be perfect in every sense but somehow accept me, fight for me and treasure me with his whole being, because I believe everyone has there own negatives, no one is perfect, so what we can do is to accept them. I was never a person to rely on others for my fight, nor a person to judge others. I just wanted to give my whole self to my husband, to accept all of him and to get the same in return. Was it so wrong to wish that your own husband love you! But destiny always plays with you. It engages you to chase something without realising that you are losing your other precious aspects of life. I lost an around 2 years to realise this. ____________________________________With newfound determination, I made my way slowly to my front door. To start a new life you need to erase the old one and that's what I am going to do. I went to side garage with fast steps. My eyes sought for my tool box which was lying there by my old scooter. I went back, now standing by my door, right hand heavy with hammer.....and with narrowed eyes, I gave a big stroke and there goes that nameplate. You know I went across all the fancy shops of this small town to find a suitable nameplate for my home. I wanted everything perfect, so in the end I dragged my bestfriend Lia, who is a famous artist, blackmailed her with all her lifetime secrets to make a unique nameplate for me. After a lot of sulking, I must say, because she didn't like his name on it. Maybe she has sixth sense or I am the stupidest creature on this world. #Mr and Mrs Blade#, now laying on the moist ground, with a crack across, separating Mr and Mrs. Maybe I was the only blind person here to not see the truth that even nature can see... No Nevis you can't be weak...you may fall thousands of times, but you always get up on your feet. You don't need him. I gave myself some confidence with this lame words, when in reality I knew that its impossible for a person to stand up with feet pierced with sharp thorns. I made my way inside, completely forgotten that I placed a special sensor by my door that detects you by your face and fills whole house with their signature song. Now this is the last thing I want for my angry self. I completely regret it now, for i never thought i would ever be soo depressed and angry that, I will hate this song which used to be my partner since I was 4 years. I rushed through the hall,stumbling by the tea table, to the panel across the television and pressed that sensor off. With deep breaths, I made my way to kitchen. I have always liked big open kitchen with attached dining table to the front. Plus I liked to stare him while he ate food made by me. I liked to stare him and why not..! He was handsome, not just good looking but he had these aura around him that always attracted others much to my concern. His way of living was always posh. The way he walked, the way he ate, everything. I never knew how to cook, even after being an orphan. It always resulted in me burning my hand and cutting my finger. So, Lia was my cook, she was my mother hen.. even after being just an year and a half older than me, she used to take care of me like a long lost sister. I should have listened to her..but like in every drama where the spoiled kid who doesn't listen to his/her caring parents and ruins his / her life and only after that realises mistake. I came to know about the value of her words, only after witnessing him with someone else, enjoying his life in riches forgetting, his so called wife who took online classes to cook, begged her bestfriend to teach her how to bake, why?... so that she can feed her husband. I kept the half drunk glass of water on the granite.. and made my way to all of our portraits that decorate my once bare wall. Now I understand why the cameraman asked him to put a more realistic smile on our wedding day. Why I was the only one acting like the b***h in heat..I am shameless. But he was my husband! Is it wrong? I collected each and every clothes, boots, frames even his used toothbrush and inners and came back to the porch piling it all together. I think I need to take another round around my house to check if anything else is left. Metals take a lot of time to melt, so I am going to give all his gym equipment to local club. I took the petrol out of my scooter and made my way back to the pile. All my memories, that I wanted to treasure till death are lying there like unwanted garbage, now that's what they are. Unwanted. Like I am. No, I won't be that one sided lover who keeps all the belongings of her cheating partner till death mourning for his deeds, whereas he moves on with his life. With that thought I poured the fuel on those once valuable articles. At a distance, I heard commotion of fast moving cars. Must be some politician or some other rich s**t. Like a woman on mission, I ignited the matchstick and dropped it. Like a slow motion action scene, I watched it getting in contact with its target. I thought it will extinguish, ohh my stupid heart! But no it catches fire, now the fire is wholly consuming my everything. Screeching of brakes, brought my attention to 6 pairs of expensive boots..one of them more magnificent than rest. I raised my eyes slowly, going through every detail of that expensive suit and branded watch. What made my blood boil is that even after being so rich, he fed off me like a leech. Love makes you blind. I am living example. I didn't make eye contact with him. I didn't want to see his face and that's what I did , if he is here to kill me than he can go ahead. Break my neck like he broke my heart. What surprised me was that intimidating stare, I was not unaware of that stare, I was used to it for 1 year of my 23 year life. But this stare was different. Accusing! How dare he? After what he did, he is accusing me with his stare. Well, go to hell, for now I don't care. Wait! He was on other side of fire, then how come now I am feeling his hot breaths on my neck. How can you be soo dumb Nevis? In my inner turmoil I didn't notice him picking up our wedding pictures, wanted to snap that metal frame out of his hand which was burning red along with his fingers and give him a good slap across his strong cheeks. But that would be me touching him, which I wont allow. He made his was to the small fountain by the pillar and gently dipped the frame in cold water. That will lead to blisters, you i***t! I wanted to shout. But it's like I lost my voice, as he made his way back to me and bent down till his nose was touching my ear. I am stubborn, that's what I am for not backing off. I want to convey that I am unaffected by his presence. Is he smelling me!...that describes the deep breaths doesn't it? "Go and breath your lovely fiance" my voice was controlled, but there was heaviness that conveyed my pain. He chuckled...bastard. is he finding amusement in my sorrow. Suddenly I am picked up in air in his arms. "Don't touch me!Help...somebody help.." I slapped him using my free hand. I wanted to dig all my nails on his face. I started to move like an animal in panic attack. He cursed under his breath, but didn't release his grip on me.his hold was just enough to disable me from his hold. But still I was pinching his shoulder which pains like hell. He moved fastly inside and made his way to our room. By now I was soo angry that I wanted to kill him. He dropped me on bed and caged me with his body, dropping all his weight on me. "Leave me alone" he had his one hand holding both my hands above my head and another gripping my neck. I only realised that I was crying when he dragged his hand holding my neck to wipe them out. I couldn't look at him so I closed my eyes tightly. I had no idea what he want now. I calmed down after few minutes of struggle while he was soothing me like a wounded animal. I was lying like a dead now. I felt his lips on both my eyes. He took few deep breath on neck. Why was he doing this? He never touched me like this before...it was always kisses on cheeks, few hugs a day, holding hands and cuddling at night all initiated by me ofcourse. Once again tears were streaming...what he used to think of me when I touched him, when I spoke to him about my dreams of us. For him it was all obligation..he had to bear me...to get to her. His hand went inside my shirt and grazed across my stitches. I dont know what happened but he pressed his body further into me. "Spiacente...Spiacente...mi dispiace molto" he was repeatedly spelling something while digging his face into my neck. What is he doing with me? All of a sudden he left me and stood up like he got current shock. I opened my eyes to see what he was going to do now. His hair was messy, he hasn't changed even one percent and here I feel like I have aged 10 years more , all to chase my husband. He intensely looked into my eyes like he is deciding something.  I was staring back like a deer caught in headlights. I dont know who this person is anymore. My innocent husband turned out to be a Mafia leader, for he can kill me right now and nobody will bat an eye. He bent down. We were facing eye to eye now. I was too pissed off to back down . "Mia moglie" he stated, like he was taking an oath. "What!" I asked confused. He held my arms and neared me, while I leaned back to maintain distance between our lips. When I felt the softness of bed, knew I couldn't do anything and a pout made it's way on my face. He smirked looking at my pout and kissed cheeks lightly. " Mia Moglie...solo mio" he muttered against my skin. He left me there. Only after I heard the sound of closing doors that I broke down3 from daze.         ******************************************************** The first part of Nevis and Blade's story: Is it possible to love a second time? 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