It was meant to be...
And yes, he was there waiting,his eyes towards his watch,for I knew I was late for our very first date.
The sun was high shining in the sky, the birds wheeled around, and umbrellas scattered and set above every chair table.
He was a photographer, his camera his first love. " That day even my camera realised that you were the one he was waiting to click". He had texted me.
I didn't knew that his camera carried my photos more, than I had of myself in my own mobile.
Our relationship grew in, his possessiveness, his jeslousy,his love,his anger,his smile,his laughs. All of them.
We decided for a living relationship and OH! So gracefully had he handed me the keys of our new home, he purchased it for me,gently picking me up in his arms.
We entered there and my life with him was no less than a fairy tale, I his princess. When I saw myself in the mirror he was always there behind my back,grinning.
My eyes shot up with a jolt and tears stung my eyes, I lost it all, I lost my love, my freedom, I lost him, all of it.
The things happened earlier was nothing but a beautiful nightmare to me. His demeanour changed when his camera clicked a photograph of mine with my friend kissing me forcefully.
He never understood the force my so called friend inflicted on me, and that day two lives were destroyed and a camera was broken.
When I see myself in the mirror, I no longer see him at my back grinning, rather I see myself covered with bruises of his revenge.
He is revenging me on a crime I never comitted, the cheating I am accused off. The hatred now a days he is feeding on.
The keys of our house still clinks in his hands when he returns from work, the broken camera is still their in the almirah. But everything has changed.
I am broken now, my love is not with me any more and my breaths hitches everytime he drinks and have his way with me. I am scared of him now a days and it shivers me to the core.
His brutal love making sessions, His merciless thrusts in my womanhood, his barrier to my freedom. It all broke me, all.
So, I decided to pack my bags, toss the map in the dustbin and jump out of the window and make a run for my life.
Climbing out in the garden, i look at the big castle of a broken princess once again, my eyes filled with unshed tears, my lips with a beautiful sad smile....for last time.
May be he will come to know about the truth. Or maybe he will not. That I was a victim not a cheater, but I know if I will stay here,he will harm us, harm me and my unborn baby.
I don't know what will be tough, raising my baby alone or telling it that it was a product of rape, his father comitted, to whom his mother loves forever.