"Adjusting her red gown

she stared at the ceiling with tears flowing down her face,

the white bed sheet soon turned to red with the drops

of her wild blood dripping down her legs

- The dark nights (marital rape)"

― Jyoti Patel, Anamika Beyond words

The daylight had dwindled to a barely perceptible lightening of the gloom. As the light drains away there is barely enough even for shadows. The stars and moon cower behind a dense layer of cloud, giving the air that tincture which associate with the world before a storm.

Even the nature seemed to have understood the destruction that awaited her. The destruction that will break her to an extent that she would never dare to dream of a happy future with him.

Duryodhana closed the door with a bang. He was breathing heavily, his chest raising and falling rapidly as his bloodshot eyes glared at her petty figure. Taking a deep breath he walked towards Nandha, who was on the floor due to his rough push. She half sat, half lied on the floor, sobbing.

He raised her from the floor, roughly by holding her hair. He fisted her hair roughly in his hands making a painful whimper escape her lips.

"Arya it's hurting. You are hurting me." She whimpered. He chuckled maliciously before clutching her hair more tightly.

"Sorry? I can't hear you, love. The betrayal and the pain I faced because of you today has chained my heart from seeing you pain. How could you, Nandha? I gave you everything, everything you desired yet you went to him. What was it that he had and I didn't that you went to him?" He sneered.

"Arya you are misunderstanding the situation. Me and Nakul-" A slap landed on her cheeks cutting off her words in the middle.

She gasped, feeling the stinging sensation on her cheeks. Raising her she gently touched her reddened cheeks. She froze, looking at him with wide eyes.

He slapped her.

Her husband, who had promised to love and cherish her, had his raised his hands on her.

"How dare you to utter another man's name in front of me?" He roared fisting her hair tightly in his hold.

No words escaped her lips. Her heart and mind was still trying to process what just happened. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her lips were quivering and fear was crawling through her veins.

"I should have listened to what Mamashree has told. It is completely my mistake, only mine, just for a few nights of pleasure, I ended up marrying you and made you my Queen. I should have just fucked you and left at the best chance I got." His words were like knife on her, scaring her body with invisible yet painful marks.

His anger and the content of alcohol in his body clouded his judgement. They made him forget that the woman he was verbally and physically abusing was the same one he loved, the one he vowed to cherish, his wife.

He grabbed her by her waist, pulling her whimpering body towards his bulky ones. Her back was completely pressed against his front. The smell of wine hit her nostrils making her still at her place. He was drunk. He was not in his senses.

"You are not in your right senses arya, please leave me." She begged as she tried to remove his hands from her waist.

"You are mistaken, my dear. I'm completely in my senses and today I will treat you the way you deserved to be treated, like a whore." He said tightening his grip on her.

She was sure his big hands were going to leave big bruise on her body. She could feel his lips peppering kisses on her neck but this time instead of feeling content she felt disgusted with his touches and kisses. He pulled her veil so hard that along with it her chudamani came detached from her hair making her whimper in pain.

The chudamani fell on the floor along with her veil. The pearls and rubies studded on the chudamani came unfastened and scattered around the room. The chudamani she treasured the most was broken. It was not just a jewel for her, it was an emotion for her. It is a symbol of her marriage with Duryodhana. Now, it was nothing but just broken pieces of jewels.

She was harshly thrown on the bed in the middle of the chamber. Her body hit the soft mattress of the bed making her gasp at the sudden force. Even before she could understand what was happening, her hands were tied together to the headboard, with the dupatta that was earlier covering her body.

She laid on the bed wearing her blouse and skirt. Her hands were tied together to the headboard. She cried in pain. Her breasts were almost spilling out of her blouse due to her continuous struggling to free her hands.

He hovered over her and started peppering kiss all over her face. He was about kiss her lips but she turned her head, making his kiss land on her cheeks. He growled in anger. He fisted her hair tightly before slamming his lips on hers.

This kiss was completely different from the kiss he gave her on their wedding night. This one was so rough and brutal. He could taste the metallic taste of blood in her mouth but it not stop him. He dominated the kiss. His tongue wondered all around her mouth, tasting every bit of her.

She felt suffocated. She needed air but he was not ready to leave her lips. Her eyes rolled back and she was at the verge of loosing her consciousness when he finally decided to break the kiss.

He tossed her blouse and skirt on the floor along with his angavastra and dhoti. He roughly removed all the jewelries that adorned her body. She was completely naked before his lustful eyes. His eyes roamed around her body taking in the familiar curves and moles.

She cried in shame. She wanted to cover herself, hide her naked body from his lustful eyes but she couldn't. She helplessly laid on the bed, crying over her cursed fate.

He kept his head on the crook on her neck and inhaled her smell. He brushed his nose through the valley of her bosoms to her womanhood. She smelled like blue lotus, so fresh, so pleasant. He couldn't wait to be buried deep inside her.

He latched his mouth on her smooth skin. He kissed, licked and bit every inch of her body leaving reddish marks all over her pale body. Her whole body was covered with his bite marks. He left marks on her stomach and moved towards her womanhood.

She could feel his hot breath on her womanhood as he bit on the flesh of her thighs. She tried to close her legs as the fear crawled through her body. He chuckled at her futile attempt to save herself. Today no one will be able to save her from him.

He clawed her legs apart and settled himself between her legs. He could feel her wetness on him making his almost insane. He was no more sane as he took in her posture. She was panting, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes closed and her pink lips parted. He bit on her already swollen lips making her eyes shot open.

Looking into her eyes, he tore into her as if she was less than meat, simply a thing to bare the brunt of a rage he failed to process. Because he failed to look into the mirror of his soul and calm his inner beast, he took the beauty from the world.

"Arya please slow a bit. Its hurting me a lot. I can't take it. It hurts a lot. Please stop." She begged to him, hoping he would slow down or stop to give a few moments for her to adjust.

This was her second time that too after just two weeks. She felt herself being torn apart by him. She felt like losing her virginity all over again. She screamed, cried and begged for mercy but he was too lost in his own pleasure to care about her.

He groaned loudly, throwing his head back in content. He heard her plea for mercy but he was too lost in the pleasure of being inside her. He pulled out completely only to force himself back into her. Without giving her time to adjust, he started moving in and out of her roughly.

The stored tears continued to flow and the sobs wracked her body, robbing it of the ability to speak - barely allowing a breath to be drawn. With his each thrust her body bounced up and down.

As the time passed, she stopped fight him. She stopped begging him to leave her because she knew the man hovering over her is not the guy who loved her rather he was someone who wants to hurt her. She laid under him, silently bearing all the tortures her was inflecting on her body. Tears rolled down her eyes as he continued ravishing her body.

He moved his hands towards the head post where her hands were tied together. He untied the dupatta and threw it on the floor. Her hands fell on the bed, almost lifeless. She fisted the bed sheet in her hold as she felt his thrusts getting deeper and faster.

She could feel him tensing inside her and understood he was so close to his release. With one last powerful thrust he poured his seeds inside her womb.

Sweat trickled down his body as he panted trying to catch his breath. He rolled off her body and laid next to her. He could feel her sobbing next to him, covering herself with the duvet laid on the bed.

He didn't even feel an ounce of guilt nor pain hearing her painful sobs. He got up from the bed without even caring about his nakedness.

"Hope you have learned your lesson, Alaknandha. Even after this, if I hear or see you anywhere near another man, I will not hurt you, I will hurt you family. I'll make your elder sister my personal whore and have her right before your eyes. Take this as my first and last warning. Did you understand?" He said as he dressed himself.

Hearing no reply from her, he walked towards her. He fisted her soft hair in his hands making her whimper in pain. He brought her face dangerously closer to his face.

"I asked whether you understand or not?" He asked holding her hair more tightly in his hands making her cry out in pain.

Alaknandha nodded her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Good. Now get out of my sight. I want to sleep." He gave her shocks after shocks.

"Where.....will...I.....go....arya? This...is....our...chamber." She hiccuped.

"Didn't your mother teach you anything? Oh no, I forgot, you don't have a mother, right?" He was reopening her wounds, cutting her with his sharp sword like tongue.

"It's ok, I will teach you," He continued. "This chamber is mine not your's. Your chamber is the small one next to mine. This is my chamber where I will satisfy myself with women like you and also the place where I will make love to my wives. You should leave my chamber after satisfying me, I don't like to sleep beside whores like you. Now get up and get out of my Chamber."

Controlling her tears, she got up from the bed covering herself with duvet. Her legs wobbled as pain shot through her vagina to her stomach. She bit her lips, trying her best to not scream out in pain, afraid he might hurt her again.

"Oh please! There is no need to act so innocent. I have already seen everything." Duryodhana chuckled, snatching the duvet covering her body.

Nandha covered herself with her hands, her head was bent down in shame. Ignoring the hot tears streaming down her cheeks, she picked up her clothes which were scattered all around the floor.

With shivering hands she dressed herself. Taking her veil, she cover herself, covering the marks given by him. She leaned her head back and looked up at him, wiping the tears from her cheeks before walking out of the chamber.

With great difficulty, she walked out of the chamber to the chamber next to his. Her whole body ached with pain. Burying her face in the pillow, she cried her heart out. Her heart and mind both were tired due to the excess amount of pain infected by him. Her eyes cried in pain while her heart was bleeding due to the wound inflected by him with his words.

She was exhausted but sleep seemed unlikely. Her body was aching, begging for rest but she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes in fear of him. She was scared that he would barge inside to hurt her again and it was nearly dawn by the time she fell asleep due to the tiredness.

(I won't update if the target is not completed.)