(Living in the) Grey ch3 pg18 - Page 4

wow excited😃!!!

Originally posted by: vaani21

wow excited😃!!!

Looking forward for your update.

Thanks a lot Dona.😃

Originally posted by: AroraN

Name itself interesting 😊 Looking forward to it 👍🏼

nice...Looking forward to it..
plz do continue

Originally posted by: s-o-m-m-i-e

nice...Looking forward to it..
plz do continue

Wellz, obviously I had about given up on this story since the storyline is too shitty (no softer way to put it). But, some great soul (ya all should thank him) reminded me that no one is flawed enough not to be redeemed. Thus, I will write this story (not with the intention of redemption mind you). I will say it like it is: calling a spade a spade. I will get right on it as soon as I am done with My Political Romance. So, a fortnight roughly. See you then😎

Oh I am so looking forward to your version 😛

What you are about to read is Donna Paulsen approved.

Chapter 1

Equal?

Since I was a little girl, I dreamed of a virgin white wedding dress because I had earned my white.

I had every right to be happy, content and peaceful. I believed in my dreams until a man dressed in violet coloured me red. Our wedding was black: a mix of shame, regret and anger in equal parts. Our marriage was ivory: tainted at first, beauteous with another look. His rejection was orange: flames and citrus tears. Now, he wants me back. Join me as I begin living in the grey.

I remember when I was a wee tot my father took me on a trip to Japan. We travelled in the commoner compartment of the subway train at rush hour. The seats were occupied beyond capacity so much so that the security guards had to push, kick and pack us in to close the doors. Somehow, I didn't fit in. Daddy was too deep in the crowd of busybodies to catch my finger. I was left alone at the station as the train flew past me. I saw, in the compartment right to next to ours, people comfortably seated on plush leather, a newspaper in one hand and a coffee in the other. An hour later daddy came back to pick me up. That is when he told me, "All humans are born equal; some more equal than others".

Ever since that day, I have only lived the inequality. Welcome to my world: a place where the sun shines brighter for some people, the water is sweeter and the air breezier for those with money.

"Madhubala Rishabh Kundra, do you need a special invitation to come out of the shower? It has been an hour since you turned on the water".

"Haan coming", I break out my trance. I drape a towel around my body and head straight for the bed, I need to lie down or else I will lose consciousness.

"Are you tempting me again? You know I will cancel the shoot. You know I can do it". He raises an eyebrow waiting for a response. But, I don't know what the right answer is anymore. His warm breath gets dangerously close to my flesh.

"Haan", I panic and speak whatever words my vocal cords can formulate.

"Now what is that supposed to mean?" He is now on top of me, the weight of his question more crushing than his heavy build. I wish he would stop interrogating me. I do not have the energy or the brain power to match his wit. This is tiring, he is tiring.

"I am going to take a bath. Don't go anywhere". I stay right where he leaves me. Yes, I am afraid of him but, there is no other way around it. He owns half the town. I cannot escape, believe me I tried.

I dream of a green garden every night. I am glued to an iron bench, I try very hard to get up but my legs fail me. I see him walking toward me. He kneels down, his eyes level to mine.

"I love you", he says and I weep. The sobs turn into cries and cries into screams. He holds me, tight and safe in his encircling grip. The glue disappears, I can walk. We climb uphill and I see the horizon. He is happy and so am I. We reach the peak and breathe in free air.

"Noon is no time to sleep. Chop chop", his clapping hands pull me back to reality.

A/N: I am impatient. Today is not the first time. Get over it people. I saw that picture and I simply had to.

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