Vasudha's Pov:-

It's been three years since I've ran away from my husband.

The reason?

There are many but mainly because I can't bear to see the man whom I've come to love get married to someone else. And also because, he didn't agree to divorce me.

But I thought that's all what was there to end this story between us. Until, three years later, I met him, again.

No, not him. A shadow of what or who he was. A man completely drained out of his aura and energy.

"How much far from me, do you want to run, little crimson?"

Just when I thought I have moved on from him, he came back in my life and tarnished the life I worked hard to build up without him in these three years.

"Why did you come to me? I don't want to see you. I hate you."

"I did so many things to get to you, and you're telling me to leave?"

"You did nothing, mr. Collins. You don't even lov-"

"You're the only woman I've ever come to love!"

How? How did it come to this? And how in the world did I end up like this? With this sociopathic man who is my husband and is somehow, madly obsessed with me?!

If anyone were to witness the unfolding scene right now, they would think a lament is going to on. But in whatever they way they see, the scene is the same.

The official head Commander of the Navy Military sector, the man who made sure to win countless wars and secured victory, a man void of any of every emotions.

Steve Collins.

A respected image of the higher social circle who never bowed before anyone, not even the Duchess, is kneeling on the dusty ground in front of me, a wife for the sake of paper only.

It would surely become a ridiculously shocking scandal in front of every Britisher present in India right now.

But honestly,

"I don't care if I have to crawl on my knees to beg you but I will not let you leave until you come back to me."

My husband always made sure that I bow in front of him but right now, he won't even let me look down at the ground.

Throughout the time we were together, I made every effort to win his heart, afraid of getting abandoned in this unknown time period. But what he did was worse than 'taking it for granted'.

I never once was loved by anyone in this life of mine but I held onto to that thinnest string of hope towards my husband even though I knew I wasn't meant to.

I wished that he would once look at me with a smile on his face. But poor me, I never did. All I faced was his anger, his disgusted looks, the scorning of the noble ladies, the insults of the society for not being a 'proper wife'.

But I endured it.

Hoping that one day my pain will be vanished if I just worked hard for this relationship to work. But little did I knew that this relationship wasn't meant to be stable from starting.

The hope I tried my best to held upon broke. He did everything he wanted to me.

But not anymore.

Once, I used to give him my all but now, somehow, it fills me with disgust to spare even a second of my life, for him.

"You say that you love me, right?"

His eyes went hopeful for a minute until I said,

"Then I'll make sure to hate you enough to make that love of yours vanish in thin air. I'll make sure to make you feel sick just by a single sight of me."

And the spark in his eyes went full again, eyes widening enough to swallow my words whole.

Never ever would you a see a man void of emotions, make such a expression before. But I couldn't care less. Because what he's doing is no stranger to me.

Probably recalling what he said to me on our first night.

Still, this shameless man still has to guts to grab me by my knees and prevent me from taking a step.

I don't know how but I'd like to know one thing. Just one thing....

Where did things go wrong?

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Present

"You packed everything?"

Just as I shut the bonet of my car, I heard my mum's loud voice interrogating me, again.

"Yes, mum. I did."

I went near her and gave her a tight hug. She returned my hug but after few minutes, she started slapping my hand.

"God, Vasu, let me breathe na beta."

I immediately let go of her. And went on the side, watching papa come out of the indoors with a vanity box in his hands.

"Papa, what's that for?"

He didn't say anything at first and keeping his expression stoic, he walked towards the car and opening the back door of the car, he kept the box inside and only after closing the door, did he speak.

"Make sure you keep it with you always. You are very clumsy for your own sake."

And he smiled with his eyes sparkling with worry.

"Papa, I promise, I won't cause trouble and besides grandmother also wanted this, didn't she?"

Papa looked down on the ground and wiped something out of his eyes and slowly looking up at me, he said,

"When you say it like that, even I am unable to stop you. Just be careful, okay?"

I bent down and touching his feet, I said,

"I promise."

And just then someone came out from inside of the house, as I looked at the person, I found my younger brother, Kaushav.

"Aree, mera bhai uthgaya? Sorry ha, I didn't tell you and started to leave."

I couldn't blame him, it was still eight in the morning. I wouldn't have left so early if only I were to travel by the train.

But stubborn me, I decided to go to my grandparents' village, by car.

I walked upto him and hugged his half sleepy body. He didn't do anything at first but eventually hugged me tightly and said,

"Don't stay there too long."

I pulled back my face and giving him a soft peck on his cheek, I said,

"Don't worry, I won't take too long."

I then stood up straight and looking at my lovely family, I nodded my face and started walking towards my parked car.

I am old enough to drive a car by myself, or so I believe.

I sat in my car and taking a final glance at my family, I ignited the engine and pushed the excelator, pushing the car forward.

Mylapore, I am coming for you, baby.

My name is Vasudha and right now, I am on a journey towards my grandparents' village. Now you may ask, why am I going there?

Because it was my grandmother's last wish that when I turn twenty three years old, I must give their village, a visit. The reason is unknown but to show my respect and love to her, I decided to visit our village.

Besides living in the city was getting too much of a pain to bear. So, taking advantage of my temporary leave, I am on a venture to fulfil my grandmother's will.

It was just a week ago when I turned twenty three years old. So, without wasting much time, I decided to give our village, a visit.

Just as I was driving through the routes, I looked up at the sky through the window and found that black clouds are slowly starting to cover the sky.

More like, it was as if they are following my car. Reaching the village in the same as mine.

I couldn't deny the fact I wasn't excited to explore an ancient sacred place like that. A village which is situated from the time when Britishers ruled upon us.

Better stay focused on road.

After few hours

Finally.

I pushed the brakes and stopped my car outside the main gate of the village.

Unlocking my seat belt, I locked the steering wheel and slowly opened the car door. Feeling fresh air directly hitting my face.

Just as I pushed my foot forward and stepped on the ground, dust erupted on the surrounding ground. And as I stepped out of my car, a big flock of white pigeons raced above my head and seems to have taking circles around me and the village.

But somehow, I took my bags and looked up at the sky again.

The black clouds looked more black by now and I think I should start looking for a shelter already.

I took out my suitcase and my handbag and started walking towards the entrance of the village.

Just as I took my first step inside the village. A sudden slow motion of silence stopped me from taking another step. Winds grew stronger than before and hit my skin roughly than earlier.

My hair in a low ponytail and flowing wildly with the winds, tried to give me a sign but I couldn't notice it.

As I started walking inside the ground of the village, the winds only grew stronger and stronger, indication a storm about to enter.

But with the winds, something else also grew stronger.

My restlessness.

Why am I getting restless for no reason? Why does it seem like this village is calling out to me?

I've never come to this village yet it feels like I am the most visited person of here, as if I used to live here.

But why? Why is my head starting ache at the thought of me living in this village?

And why? Why is everyone present in this village staring at me so intensely? Have I done kind of crime against the people living here? Or worse, has my grandparents have done something against these villagers?

Is that why I am being sent to this village in the first place?

But than anything, why do I feel like meeting a certain someone so desperately? As if a faint black and white memory coming in my mind with someone whom I can't remember.

Am I in anyway connected to this village?

The Next Chapter- The Folklore

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