Spin off to Qayamat.
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Fate decides all.
Fate rules all.
Fates condemns all.
Well, fuck fate!
Harold is a man of riches and noble blood. Coated in a shell of gold that couldn't shield him from the heartbreaks. Now? Now he wears the gold in an ar...
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10 months later
Our wedding was gauche and solemn. There was no kissing the bride, no holding hands and no reception. It made people talk for months. While I am a nobody in everyone's eyes, a girl with no family or surname, my husband is a duke.
He comes from power and status and his relatives were expecting for his bride to come from a similar background and while I do, I cannot tell them. Our wedding didn't make the headlines of any newspapers outside of the country and I'm happy about it.
I left my family, and I don't want them to find me. Their royal status was a noose around my neck just as my husband's noble status is.
I would've known he is a noble before our wedding if I had talked to him. But I didn't. I talked to no one. I still don't understand why he married me. What is he getting out of this suffocating relationship we pretend to have? I don't ask either.
He has given me the most freedom I have ever had. No monsters chase me in his mansion. Nobody tries to touch me in any way, shape or form. His mother is kind and has accepted me like her own.
My father in law is a snob to his own son so I have no expectations from him anyway. I have a job now. I became a therapist, putting my psychology degree to some use. I can go out and do as I please. I have nothing to worry about.
My husband is rich and provides for everything. He even bought me a car and got me a driver for any commute I might need to make. He bought me a new wardrobe because I had no clothes when I ran away with him.
He had them especially made to fit me the way I want and if that wasn't enough, he hired people who knew and understood my culture to make the clothes I usually wore. I didn't expect to wear suits and sarees here but I do. And I enjoy it because I hear him tell me I look beautiful in them.
He does everything right. And yet.......
I twirl the blade between my fingers. They say humans are greedy and I believed I wasn't one of them. But I am. I have everything I dreamed of and I'm still not happy. The scars from my body have faded but the ones on my soul burn still.
They ache and nothing soothes them. Not my freedom, not the lack of torture and not this marriage. I'm suffocating every single day from the weight of my own decisions. Harold barely talks or looks at me. He is sweet and kind when he does but the occasions are rare and I told him to keep it that way.
We both live our separate lives. He told me he wouldn't cheat on me and I told him I wouldn't care if he did.
It true.
I am so scared of being touched that as long as he wasn't putting his hands on me, I wouldn't have cared.
I know he still didn't cheat. He doesn't like anyone enough to do so. Something tells me he has given up on people altogether.
