Hurt Me 

He shoved her against the wall. Her back hitting the concrete with a loud thud. A painful breath escaped her lips as she felt the impact surge through her back and spine. It felt like her heart crashed against her chest wall and the only reason it didn’t leap out of the cavity was because her ribs didn’t let it. And it wasn’t just the physical impact of the shove that made her feel that way.

She fell to the ground in a trembling mess as he came running to pick her up.

Oh my God. Shit shit shit. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He babbled the words trying to lift her up. “I didn’t mean it.”

She didn’t have to see the bruises to know that they had already marked her shoulders as she whimpered in pain when he touched her.


His touch.

A part of her despised it. But a part of her still warmed up to it. A part she needed to smother. Like the way his arms were smothering her as he took her in his embrace. The embrace that now felt more like gallows than home. His arms felt like thorns etching into her skin as she tried to recoil away from him but failed to do so.

I’m so so sorry.” He kept repeating the same words.

She couldn’t cry. The pain was searing through her body in violent frenzy, running through her veins and lungs looking for an escape somehow. Only to return back to her heart in vain. She didn’t say a word and he kept spitting some more meaningless apologies as they sat on the floor in air that reeked of heartbreak and hundred broken promises. And the only thing that was kind to them in those moments was night as it stood a silent witness to their downfall. There was nothing left between them but question marks about love, if there ever was. Even ‘nothing‘ felt like a lot more than what they two had left between them now.

(Daily post: Anticipation,  Maddening)

It’s You.

She tasted of gunpowder and roses, just as beautiful and just as dangerous. She was smokes and mirrors. A reflection within a reflection, a forbidden act. She was ferociousness and tenderness in the same breath.

In the moment as we sat on that bench, my body ached for her. She was too much and too little at the same time. Much more than what she thought and much less than what I was making her out to be. She was untamed, unchained and unhinged.

Her pain was fueling the fire in her belly. I knew I could get burned. I knew I had to tread with caution but damn she was worth the burns.
And so I jumped.
To fall into her.

(In response to Weekly Discover Challenge: Designed for You )

My Hand is on fire !!!!!!!!

Today was a very slow day. Nothing as such happened…………..except my hand caught on fire (Okay Not Literally but figuratively) !

So the story is not that long. I woke up in noon, had breakfast/lunch and then went to help my mom and sister-in-law in the kitchen as they were making kabab . (just so you know I go into the kitchen very rarely but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to work…….its just that I never get the chance. And YES this is my excuse).
They asked me to cut some Green Chillies.
I brought 4 chillies from the fridge and started to cut them by holding it with my left hand and cutting it with knife in my right hand.
My left hand with which I was holding the chillies started to get all tingly but It was minor so I ignored it by washing my hands.

Then after some time it was like needles and pins were being inserted into my left hand. I didn’t make a big deal out of it, washed my hands AGAIN and waited for it to fade.


Oh my…Holy mother….of fire…!!!!!
My hand started to burn so bad….It felt like it was on Effing fire !!! (And believe me THIS time I’m not even over exaggerating )

What the…….’F’ man !

All the people who really know me, know this as well that I’m very strong,maybe not that much physically but mentally, I can bear pain without bouncing up and down like a monkey. I don’t make a big deal out of minor cuts and some blood drops. If I fall down I just get back up without caring for anyone to pick me up.

But these Effing chillies really got me this time. I washed my hands over a million times but still the burning wouldn’t go away.
Then came the time for trying out different things to subside this shitty burning.

First I put on some cream which was supposed to cool things up. It didn’t make much of a difference.

Then some Oil…It made the burning worst.

My sister-in-law suggested to put my hands in ice water, so I did

This is how I felt.
It stopped the burning………………but only momentarily. Because every time I got my hands out of water they would start burning again.

To make matters worse I touched my lips with my hands. THAT WAS A BIG MISTAKE, as my lips started to burn too.
Washed my lips  a thousand times which made them better.
Then I saw a prickly heat powder, I poured it up on my hand.

Holy shitttttt !!!!

If my hand was on fire before, now it was submerged into hot lava.
I was almost reduced to tears.  (My mom was like, It happens to me some times too, it’s not a big deal….YEAH RIGHT, you were never in the amount of pain I’m in now obviously !)
So…then I tried coconut oil and rubbing polyfax cream over it.

IT DID NOT WORK EITHER…..Mother of burning hell…..!!!! ( you can’t imagine the amount of swearing I was doing in my head)

What the hell was wrong with these chillies man???
It’s like they were specially imported from hell and Satan licked it and put his saliva on it himself !

Sorry Mr.Satan but I HAVE to blame you for this !

In the end, Nothing I did made the burning go away……

I just pursed my lips tightly together, held back the tears and waited for it to go away.

Damn you, you Effing chillies, damn youuuu !!!

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