The bedroom door closed
She flinched
He grinned
She shuddered
He smirked.
The bed conquered
She groaned
He frowns
She pleads
He pounds.
The six yards of clothing came off
She cringed
He smiled
She screamed
He moaned.
The bodies locked
Beyond the natural rhythm
An innocent body lost
With silence being her only cataclysm.
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Heartfelt, but you conveyed the emotions so deeply!
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Hair raising!! So well written Moushmi!
A lost body and a battered soul! The soul – which can never recover! The body – probably! How lust and greed eclipses everything – the love, the pain, the consent, the soul, the respect – all just vanish in front of them… and seeing the monster gratifying and satisfying himself…smiling…unmindful of the broken soul in front of him! And the victim – timid, stabbed, bloodied and seeing her oppressor in front of her – smiling!! Like being killed slowly with a sword and looking into the eyes of the killers … the happy smiling eyes which though seem open – yet are closed! And this is the sad reality of innumerable homes!! And of innumerable such monsters who roam outside wearing a cloak of respect and morality yet being a devil in own houses!
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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