The Tale of The Broken Hearts

Wed, 25 Feb 2026 08:15:45 +0000

Sanskriti stood before the canvas,painting without pause.The strokes were harsh n restless,as if the colors were absorbing her grief.She didn't hear the door open.
Atharva came behind her n wrapped his arms around her.It would have meant something if this marriage were a normal one.Now,she didn't bother to stop.

"Didn't anyone teach you the manners to greet your husband?"

"Welcome back,or should I touch your feet as well?
I'm busy,you can go out n have fun with any woman of your choice.There's nothing here to entertain.."
Before she could complete her sentence,he grabbed her wrist n pulled her away,throwing her onto the bed.His grip pinned her hands.

"Do you want to see your husband with another woman?"
She turned her face away.He forced her to look at him.Something hardened in his eyes.
"You forget your place."

He kissed her with rage, rough and desperate,as if anger could silence her.She bit his lips, tasted blood,and said something that broke him apart.

"I hate you."

"𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫."
꧁@꧂𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡꧁@꧂

"𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭."
꧁@꧂𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚꧁@꧂

Its a story of love and longings.A journey of feelings.Where those feelings of love,hope and desires will be shattered n broken hearts will remain.