Under his gaze (his forced bride) by Olivia Jessie (the giving tree read aloud txt) 📕

The car stopped in front of the house. He was a murderer. And he talked so bad about my little sister. I got of the car on my own and maintained a safe distance between us. Though he caught my shoulder painfully. And threw me in. 

" Don't touch me. " I held out my hand in front to stop him from advancing towards me. " I hate you so much. " His eyes showed hurt. But he regained his cold demeanor again. 

" Shut up. Do you wanna die? " He pulled me towards him. But I slapped his hand. He found my action quite disrespectful and his hand turned into a fist. 

" Yes. You killed the girl. And I know you will kill me one day. So why not today? " Although I was really afraid, I spoke. I spoke against him. My voice had gotten high pitched. 

" She was worthless. She stalked me back home. " He then started unbuckling his belt. 

" Why are you doing this? Can't you be normal? What's wrong with you? What really happened to your mother? Where is she? " I cried when he lifted the belt high to hit me. But stopped in mid air. I had to know  . He had faced something terribly wrong . I didn't have any sympathy for him. 

" I don't want to talk about her. She doesn't matter. " He looked sad. His weakness. His mother. 

" She matters. She's still controlling your mind and actions. You should talk about her. For us.For our family." He threw the belt away and made very horrible sounds. 

" She.. She died. My father killed her and himself. " He replied looking here and there. I held onto the chair to balance myself. His father killed his wife. 

" Why? Where were you and Nidhi that time? How old were you? " I touched his face. He was crying. 

" Why? Because she was running again. Taking Nidhi with her. I was at school. I tried to stop her. Not because I didn't want her to leave but because there was no use. Dad had already told her about killing her if she tried anything. But she never believed, he would hurt her. " He wiped his tears  . And I nodded  " So she left Nidhi too. I cried and she ran off  the last time before she died. I was 17 . " He shrugged his shoulders.. 

" And why did she leave? " I knew about it by now. But wanted a proper response from him. 

" My father used to hit her and had left her on the verge if death many times. But he loved her. " He whispered. This was wrong. His mentality. He romanticized abuse. " He never looked at any other woman. Never married after she would leave him or spit on his face.But he got worse. " His eyes showed fear. A horror. 

" Did he hit you too? And Nidhi? " This was really horrific to talk about. Because indirectly I too suffered as a child because of violence from our father. 

" Yes. Obviously. After she died and he too it never happened. But every time when she used to run. He had nowhere to go. He would try so hard to find her and he did. He always used to find her. I was the one who faced all the burnout and aftermath of her actions. I never told her though. Never let him touch Nidhi. " He breathed heavily. I held his arm. He gripped my fingers. Rolling his eyes trying to remove the tears. 

" How did you manage after she died? I mean in Delhi. Then Nidhi? " I shouldn't ask too many questions. But I didn't know if he would be so ready to tell me about himself in future. 

" We used to live in Delhi  . I completed my studies there. And Nidhi too . But after they died we had to travel back. I prepared for medical exam living in here. And Nidhi lived a perfect life in the village with Uncle and Aunt. " I wanted to know about he coped up with his sick father. And did he hurt him too bad? 

Maybe he understood what I was thinking, he stared deep into my eyes and started removing his shirt. Shit! Was he still going to do it? 

He threw the shirt away. And turned his back at me. 

" You see these marks. He burnt my back with hot iron rod when my mom was admitted in the hospital. I was ten. " My eyes went wide. The marks were not so visible but they were there. His skin was scratchy and sensitive. 

" And beneath my collar bone. He once threw me into the dining table. It cut my jawline. " I touched his mark too. 

" Also I didn't break your fingers. They were just bent. You don't even know how it feels to have all the ten broken. And still go to school. " I remembered my fingers. They didn't hurt anymore.. 

" I am so sorry to hear all this. This is so sad. You suffered a lot. " I hugged his naked frame tightly. He encircled his arms around me and wiped his face. 

" Why did you come here? Then and now? Is this place special? " I asked tugging onto his shoulders. 

" My mom is buried in the backyard. I feel at peace here. " I closed my eyes. And cried. She didn't even get a proper funeral. Buried.. 

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