His Madness

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ABHIMANYU

Feelings.

Love.

Lust.

All of these things are the signs of a pathetic person. A man, caged by such emotions is nothing but a disgrace in the name of a MAN. I used to believe a woman doesn't hold the power to make you go insane for her.

Was I wrong?

This woman. My wife, she is changing my perspective of years. No, I am not getting weak but definitely I am getting mad because of her.

Her denial always gets on my nerves. It irks me. The defiance, the fear, the hatred in her eyes disturbs me. It makes me wonder what else does she want. I have everything a woman needs. Her act of being different from others is making me angrier day by day.

She thinks she is different?

I chuckled pressing the tip of the cigarette on my lips. Inhaling the smoke sharply, I let it sink within me closing my eyes.

The taste does wonders to me. This feeling is unmatchable.

A small whispering sound caught my attention. I watched stirring in her sleep from the balcony. She is just like a little mouse. Running and cowering away in fear everytime I get close.

After dinner, I got a business call and this mouse thought it's her opportunity to hide herself from my eyes. Guess what she did?

She ran to the bedroom and slept covering herself with the blanket. From head to toe. Surviving instincts are great, I must say.

Closing the balcony door, I looked at her standing beside the bed. A frown was itched on her face, her lips were moving slowly as she was muttering something. Though, the words were not clear.

The blanket had slid down to her waist exposing her chest and face to me. She was sweating and her eyes were scrunched.

I switched off the lights and got on the bed. The blanket had a very strong smell of her. Her brown hair was sprawled all over the pillow making me want to caress it.

I let my intrusive thoughts win and ran my fingers on hair. I paused and looked at the frown which was slowly fading from her face.

"Umm..noo"

"Shhh" I kept caressing her head and finally she stopped whimpering.

She started snoring lightly but I didn't withdraw my hand. My fingers were itching to touch, to feel her soft porcelain skin and so I did.

I traced her cheek with the back of my fingers and it felt amazing. The softness felt like a cotton on my rough skin. Her lips were parted slightly. Those soft petals were looking so fucking kissable.

What is this?

What is happening to me?

At this point, even I doubt my intentions of marrying her...

DHRITI

I woke up in the same position as I did yesterday. He was again caging me in his arms, I looked at the clock and it was ten past eight in the morning. How do I always end up waking up in his arms?

I remember last night I slept in fear. I was hiding under the blanket and didn't realise when I dozed off.

Just like yesterday, I struggled a lot trying to remove his huge arm from my waist. His hot breath was continuously hitting the back of my exposed neck making me feel uncomfortable.