Or….Or Elvis killed someone!
No! It can't be true, why these kinds of thoughts came to her mind. Elvis' hands must have been injured and it was his own blood.
She was jolted out of her unwanted thoughts as suddenly Elvis turned around after turning off the tap, preventing the water from flowing. She felt goosebumps just because their eyes met only for a second. He glanced at her almost like he didn't look at her. There was no expression of any kind on his face, neither surprised nor shocked. Besides, he didn't bother to look at her properly, as if he had already known about her presence there.
He made his way towards the dining table only to wrap broken pieces of small tomato sauce's bottle into his handkerchief properly before putting it inside a small paper bag and then a black polythene. He made sure he wrapped it completely covered, so that the dogs or cats or any kind of animals don't get harmed by these glass pieces when these pieces are in the garbage outside. After making sure to tightly wrap it, he threw it into the dustbin.
Soyi was relieved to realise that what Elvis was washing off his hands wasn't blood but tomato sauce. Don't know why those nonsense thoughts about Elvis came to her mind. She left a soft sigh, lowering her head before biting her lower lip in nervousness but in a sudden, she flinched slightly, hearing his sudden husky voice.
"Where were you?"
She jolted up her head only to find his cold eyes on her. With authority, his steps were getting closer to her, while he wasn't breaking eye contact with her, making her knees go weak just by his aura.
"T…terrace." She replied with a simple word while stuttering.
She wasn't able to meet his eyes properly. He was too intimidating to her. She could sense his eyes turning into suspicious ones for a second after hearing her answer. She started to take her steps backwards when he wasn't stopping increasing his steps towards her nor was he taking his eyes off her despite being suspicious of something. While she was unable to meet his gaze. She was staring blankly at his broad chest covered with black pullover, but her all attention was on his steps, which were gradually forwarding towards her.
Where her steps were going backward, his steps were forwarding, in other words, their steps were going in sync with each other's steps. Her heartbeat was increasing with every step. It wasn't the first time when he was this close to her, but whenever he was, her mind always felt intimidating and hurt, because he wouldn't be close to her out of love but out of hatred and to hurt her emotionally. And this time too, he was trying to do the same, to make her feel like she was just a f*ckdoll to him and nothing else.
However, his touch, his closeness always gave her body too much pleasure. But knowing with what intentions he always touched her, it always hurted her mentally a lot, beyond limits. But still she continued to love him. Perhaps there was nothing she could give him but her love, and never tried to run away from him even after being tortured emotionally by him.
What kind of adoration was this? In search of delightedness, she was unwillingly living in agony.
Her steps halted reluctantly as he eventually wrapped his arms around her waist tightly on purpose so that their front bodies would stick against each other. There was not even a little space left between them, making her feel sensation. Her hands were about to touch his shoulders in a sudden but stopped in the mid air when she remembered, touching him with her hands was forbidden. His face was so close to her, just inches away that she could feel his hot breath on her face. Her eyes were still blankly on his chest, afraid to meet with him, as if she would be devastated if she looked into his eyes right now.
She always found it difficult to believe that she felt most intimidated by the person she loved the most. Her heart was beating crazily only because of him and he could feel it too due to their bodies closeness. Her entire body's hair rose just by his closeness. She wanted to push him, but her body wasn't responding to her.
And the next moment, she felt his lips on hers. Shiver ran down her spine, feeling his lips. His lips were tender with hers.
Was that real? He was gently kissing her, after all. How could this be true? He had never kissed her gently since marriage.
Lost in thoughts of his tenderness with her, she wasn't even responding to his kiss nor did she ever respond because he didn't allow this either. His one hand fingers held her jaw softly to make more space to kiss her more passionately.
Was that a miracle? Was he trying to be affectionate with her? She was feeling extremely happy only because of his tenderness. It wasn't like that she liked tenderness while making love, but this tenderness was from Elvis's side, which she never got after marriage. He had always been wild with her out of hatred, but what could this tenderness mean?
Was he finally kissing her lovingly?
In contentedness, she smiled slightly between the kiss, but the next second, her all delightedness blew in the air when he came back to his real form. In the end, he started to kiss her wildly, touch her roughly. Her hope crashed instantly, in a second she was cursing herself for expecting some love from him only on the basis of a moment of his tenderness. But what could she even do when she never got even a moment of gentleness from him after marriage?
Pathetic girl! She was silently begging him for love every second, but he was oblivious to it or didn't even want to notice it.
She hated how her body reacted to him whenever he touched her when she knew what was his intention to touch her. With a wild behaviour, in a blink of an eye, he pulled deeply down the edge of her acom brown coloured loose sweater sliding from her shoulder, making her feel sudden shiver by the cold wind and started further. That was the moment when after catching the breath after a long kiss, she eventually tried to struggle under his cage-like arm but he didn't even budge and continued his antics.
Perhaps he didn't notice her struggle under his cage because she never tried to do this before. But she wasn't able to handle this now, it was hurting her. They had done it in the evening today, now he wanted more? It wasn't surprising to her, because he always does this whenever he wanted. Because of his ruthless behaviour, she was hurt so much emotionally that she started feeling physically hurt, especially near her heart.
God, when will all this end? When will his hatred end? She was exhausted from facing hatred instead of love from Elvis. She desperately wanted his love. His hatred was giving her internal wounds.
Due to all the pain given by Elvis, triggered her mind at the same time, with all her might, placing both palms on his chest, without caring about his rule of not touching him by her hands, she finally pushed him harshly away from her, making him unbalanced. She was breathing heavily, her hurtful eyes were eventually on him now.
Balancing himself, he turned his head up to face her, his eyes darkened at her antic. Processing in his mind for a while that she really pushed him away, with a jerk with only after two steps, he grabbed her jaw compactly, making her look forcefully into his hatred filled eyes. In a little amount of pain, she hissed before holding his wrist to try to make his grip loose.
"You don't look righteous pushing your punishment away from you."
His venom words filled in the air, making her feel suffocated. His gaze was piercing her soul through her eyes by not looking away. She didn't utter a single word but her eyes were screaming and her struggle to make him loose his grip was too noisy.
The punishment? What kind of punishment? And why did he himself want to be her punishment? She already knew all the answers but still these baseless questions made their home in her heart and mind.
"Don't forget you're nothing to me but a personal wh0re."
She halted her movements, hearing his words. His last poisoned word started echoing in her mind. Didn't he have the slightest hesitation while uttering that word for her? How could he use that word for his wife?
'I'm your wife Elvis, not you wh0re!'...She said in her mind.
With each passing second, her heart was getting heavier, her painful feeling created a lump in her throat, and tears finally gathered in her eyes. She was completely aware that since their wedding night, he wanted to make her feel like she was his wh0re and nothing else. But hearing this by his own mouth was something else, something more painful than any kind of torture to her.
At the same moment, everything disappeared and only his words dancing in the air in front of her eyes were visible to her. In this disbelieving shock, she found it difficult to even realise that he had released her from his grip and already left the kitchen, leaving her with her deep wound, standing alone there. She was stunned, standing there, and eventually the first tear from her eyes fell on the floor, showing the flashback of her life with Elvis before marriage.
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'I have been a schizophrenic person since the age of 15, I always had hallucinations, I always saw things with my eyes open that were not there in reality. It used to be very difficult for me to see the difference between reality and hallucination. I always felt like there was something missing in me that I couldn't understand.
I knew that I had no memories before the age of 10, but I wanted to know what was in those memories that I couldn't remember. Everyone said that I was found in an accident and I lost my memories but no one tried much to find out where I belonged from and who my parents were, and in the end I was sent to an orphanage.
I wish to know who my parents were, what they looked like, what my life was like before I lost my memories. But I never thought that this wish of mine would never come true. Because this wish of mine remained limited to my thoughts only, I never brought it into action and I got busy in my new life. But the disease that caught me, forced me to think about whether what I always saw in my hallucinations were from my lost memories or not. I always had hallucinations that some people were chasing me and I had to run away from them, but where, I didn't even know.
I always heard an unknown voice telling me to run far away from those evil people, but I didn't know from which evil people I had to run away, but I had to run away. I always felt that I had something to complete, something,...something very important but what, I didn't know it.
I was going too crazy with those unwanted hallucinations that I was not able to differentiate between the real world and the world of hallucination due to schizophrenia. And finally I started getting treatment.
And during my treatment days, I fell in love with a guy named Elvis in high school.
He was too different, too charming like a miracle, too calming like a night sky. His eyes were as if the entire universe resided in them. He had the ability to heal any wound. He was the type of person who knew everything which was beyond the thinking of a normal person. The key to any kind of deep mystery. His words were like medicine for any stress. His mind was like the deep Pacific Ocean, whose secrets haven't yet been revealed to the world. He was the shadow of unseen things. He was a person as quiet as that deep space, whose even a little bit of noise would reveal some unimaginable secret to the world. I saw him as the dark side of the moon that the world couldn't see from the earth.
I was bullied by many students in high school but he always protected me from being bullied by being my guardian. He was my savior. I had understood that he had become the biggest reason for my life. Although he never showed interest in me or he was an expert in hiding his interest. But his unknowingly supporting me in every difficulty and saving me from every danger was a big thing for me. He became the last effective cure for my schizophrenia disease. After he stepped in my life, I got rid of my disease. Now I was able to see the real world correctly, now I understood the difference between the real world and the world of hallucination.
Maybe, he knew about my illness, maybe he was aware of my past that I lost my memories at the age of 10, maybe that was why he came to every place unexpectedly to help me, maybe he wanted to cure me of my illness without telling me. Although his words weren't exchanged with mine much, his actions were always very loud.
After he came into my life, I no longer wanted to know about my lost memories. I started living my life in the right way or I found the right way to live life.
With the passage of time, he had become my own breath, my own heartbeat. I started stalking him a little, I started following him everywhere. And I knew that he was completely aware of it, but still he never stopped from pursuing him.
And after I turned 18, a day came when I gathered all courage and proposed to him to be my boyfriend.
I had no expectation at all that he would accept my proposal, because I was not at his level at all. He was the son of a multi-billionaire, and I was a simple girl from an orphanage. Comparing his IQ to mine was like comparing a clever Fox to a Kakapo. He was like the shining moon, and I was like a stain on that moon. I could never beat his level.
But still, with the desire and hope of spending my whole life with him, I proposed to him. And unbelievably, creating a stir among the gorgeous and intelligent girls who liked him, he accepted my proposal.
One thing he had already made clear to me was that he didn't love me and he accepted me only because I loved him truly.
I, the innocent fool, became happy that at least he had an idea of my true love. But he promised me that he will always keep me happy whether he loves me or not, but he will always care for me. He believed that for a relationship to work, it is not necessary to have love but efforts, loyalty and all kinds of care. And I also had no problem with his believing, I felt that my love for him was enough to make him fall in love with me.
He didn't spend all the time with me, but whatever time he did give me, it was the happiest moment for me. I always laughed from my whole body, I always smiled with my heart whenever he was with me. But there was one thing, I was also intimidated by that person, the person whom I loved the most. His aura was something like this.
But one difficulty that kept coming up in the beginning of our relationship was his younger sister named Alice, who was also used to being my biggest bully in high school. She didn't at all want her brother to end up with me. She tried hard to separate us but always failed. But when her own brother didn't want to keep me away from him, she too wasn't able to do much in this matter.
As time passed, my love for Elvis had grown too much, it had gone to my head, I just wanted to make him completely mine. But the thing that always forced me to smile bitterly was his not falling in love with me yet, as if he knew about every emotion similar to love but not about Love.
We spent many beautiful, magical and memorable moments together, and with the passage of time, along with those magical moments, we also moved our careers forward.
I had an interest in coding and hacking, which I learned immediately. And then due to this interest, after I turned 22, I started working in a cyber cell, after successfully completing all the examinations. And this became my profession.
That day also came when on my birthday, 11th January, the day of national human trafficking awareness, when I completely turned 23, Elvis himself proposed to me for marriage. That day was the happiest day for me. I was crazy with joy that all my wild fantasies that I had imagined with Elvis were finally going to come true.
I was considering myself a lucky person that my crush first became my boyfriend and now he was going to become my husband as well.
Everything was going smoothly, and suddenly everything halted, suddenly the news shattered us that his father, Jeon In-su died due to an accident. I was so close to his father, I always felt that if I had known my own father, he would have been exactly like Elvis's father. Despite being too rich, I have never seen a person as kind and generous as his father who spreads love everywhere. It was unacceptable for me to believe that his father really died. But it was the truth, after all.
And because of this, Elvis's and my wedding plans got delayed by 2 years. During those 2 years, I shared with Elvis about my past, how I lost my memories at the age of 10, how I didn't even know who my parents were, how I was suffering from schizophrenia, and how society used to criticise me for being an orphan. And as I thought, Elvis was completely unsurprised. Even after knowing about my past, he didn't even say a single word to me. And that was the moment when I just realised that he knew more about my life than I did, which perhaps he didn't feel was necessary to tell me.
I have learned many different things in my life, like street fighting, anime creation, book writing, dancing, singing and many more little things which I always wanted to learn.
But what I couldn't learn was to stop someone from hating me. There was more than one person in my life who hated me without any strict logic. I didn't understand whether I was very successful or worthless in my life that people used to hate me. But those who hated me didn't have the strength to turn my goodness into evil and at that time, I was proud of it.
And finally, after a lot of struggle, the day was decided when Elvis and I were to get married. And at that time I decided that I would quit my job and devote all my time to Elvis. He tried hard to change my decision so that I don't quit my career. But I was so deeply in love with him that I didn't want to give any of my time to anything else other than him. I wanted to wait for him to come back from work to his home, I wanted to cook food for him with my own hands.
I was that naive person who was so deeply in love that I wanted to be a housewife, even though I had the ability to do great things. While other women used to choose to run a household along with their career, I chose to be a housewife despite being capable of doing more than both.
I used to feel disbelief, looking at myself as to how someone could fall so deeply in love with someone, that despite having all the options, I still only wanted to establish myself as his wife, 'Jeon So-yi'. I wanted my name to be identified with his name.
I realised that I wasn't only in love with him but was lost in love. And ever since I realised this, it hurted me more than before that he hadn't fallen in love with me yet.
As time passed, our wedding day also came and only selected people attended our wedding, whom Elvis had chosen. That day I was more happy than my imagination, because I was getting married to the person I desired, who was neither too much older than me nor younger than me.
On that 20th February, at the age of 25, I got married to a man, who was just a year older than me and who promised that he would keep me happy throughout my life and who promised to fulfill all the promises he had made to me. He was mine
He was Jeon Elvis, husband of Jeon So-yi.
But all the expectations were false, he didn't love me but started hating me, he started considering me not as his wife but as his personal wh0re.
Am I really a lucky person or the unlucky, who got the person I desired but didn't get the happiness I desired from him? I never wanted the pain that comes from him.
It hurted me, it hurted me a lot, I can't express my pain in just one word, I need a thousand words to express it that, when I'm saying it hurted, that means it has nine hundred ninety nine more words resided in it.
Lost in the ocean of pain and darkness, I admit that whatever he was doing to me, he never mentioned about that in the season of love fragrance. And without hatred whatever promises he made, he never kept. Freeing myself, believing the bitter truth, I'm saying,....I'm saying despite being trapped with the shackles of love, from the deep Pacific Ocean these words were made only to be free from me.'
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Her river of tears were constantly falling in that silent room, only her painful sobs were audible. Her memories with Elvis were attacking her mind like an arrow. Placing her hand on her chest where her heart was beating, she was standing there, feeling miserable. The agony she was feeling was internally ripping her into so many pieces.
She always said to herself that her love for Elvis wasn't weak, she would never give up on him, but if that day comes, then that would be the end of her unrequited love story. But the fact that she'll never stop loving Elvis, it became her breath, she couldn't live without it.
The moment she was in, she was feeling defeated in love. The girl who won everything she wanted fighting with her fate couldn't win his love.
Gradually she tried to stop her crying, it was hard for her, she didn't want to cry, but her flowing tears weren't listening to her. With difficulty, covering her mouth with her palm, she managed to stop her crying but her loud sobs were still audible and after stopping her crying, she was feeling more pain than while crying.
She wiped her tears aggressively. Some parts of her face became red, describing her painful situation. She sniffed, then gulped the lump of her throat, trying to completely control her sobs and tears. Fixing her hair, she took a long breath, calming herself. She was only able to calm her body but not the tornado inside her heart and mind. She felt it was more difficult to stop crying and calm herself than cry bitterly, but she had to do it and she did it. She was feeling a strange slight, almost like sick heat on her face and some of her body parts after crying a lot, that was what everyone feels to realise how much they cried in agony.
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The door slightly opened when Soyi stepped inside the room. The room's interior was exactly like him. Mysterious, dark, intimidating. It was his room, Jeon Elvis's room. But the room seemed incomplete without its owner. Where was he?
She roamed her eyes to the whole room to find him but he wasn't there. Her expressionless face was hiding her pain behind it, she was wearing the poker face. She realised there was the noise of water from the bathroom, confirming that Elvis was there.
She smiled bitterly, looking at the room. This was the room she dreamed of cuddling with Elvis and sleeping in his arms, this was the same room where if Elvis allowed her to stay with him, it would mean that he considered her his wife and not anything else.
She let out a sigh in sadness before making her way towards the bathroom. As her steps were getting closer to the bathroom door, the noise of water was gradually getting louder. Reaching right in front of the bathroom door, she stood there for some moment, staring at the door and listening to the loud shower noise coming from inside.
She pushed the door slightly, and as expected the door was open. She completely knew that Elvis never closes his bathroom or room door when he is in his mansion. It was his weird habit, indeed. Perhaps he had no interest in closing the door of his room or bathroom when he knew that no stranger could step into his mansion. Don't know whether this would be called his confidence or overconfidence. Anyway, whatever he does, he does it right.
With hesitance, she stepped to the bathroom floor and the door closed behind her without making much sound. The steam from the hot shower filled the bathroom. The sound of water falling from the shower was sounding exactly like rain falling. After entering the bathroom, she was feeling a different atmosphere. She didn't think much before entering the bathroom while he was inside whether it would look weird or funny. She did what she did.
Her eyes finally fell on him who was standing under the shower, his back facing her. Due to water continuously sliding from his hair to his feet, his perfectly shaped and muscled body looked smooth and was reflecting the light of the bathroom.
Looking at him, something tingled inside her, her heart was beating crazily. But she was silent in agony, remembering all his venomous words which he said to her almost 30 minutes ago. How he got angry just because she pushed him, just because she didn't obey him at that time. He literally hated her beyond limits.
But could his hatred be compared to her love?
Absolutely not!
She always obeyed him because she loved him a lot, beyond limits. Otherwise there was nothing more important than her dignity. And that was what she was going to do, she was going to fulfill that desire of his hatred which she didn't complete by disobeying him, by pushing him.
If he wanted to do it only out of hatred, then so be it, if he gets satisfaction from doing this to her, then so be it, if he gets pleasure from torturing her emotionally, torturing her mentally, making her feel like she was just a wh0re for him, then so be it.
Her eyes were staring at his back while hiding the sorrow behind them, waiting for him to turn. And exactly at that very moment, after turning off the shower, he turned around only to see her standing there at a distance, making eye contact with him constantly without even blinking. He was unsurprised, Of Course he already knew her presence there from the beginning.
Looking at her eyes and her face, he immediately guessed that she had cried a lot only because of him, and instantly something twitched in his heart. Suddenly why he was feeling more hurt than ever to realise that whenever she cried after marriage, she cried only because of him, he always was the reason behind her tears. But why at this time he was feeling very hurt? Wasn't that what he wanted? Didn't he do everything with her on purpose?
Sometimes despite not wanting to, the thought would come to his mind that he should forget everything and live happily with her, but he always remembered his dead sister's face whom one and only Soyi had killed, whether in self defense or for other reasons. But he couldn't deny and digest this fact that it was only Soyi who had killed his sister. But after all, why at this moment, after hurting her emotionally on purpose and seeing her like this in front of his eyes, his unwanted thoughts to make her all pain disappear were dominating his mind?
He was trying to devine that why she suddenly came without permission into the bathroom at the time when he was taking a shower? She could have waited outside too, couldn't she? He could sense the sadness she was trying to hide behind those eyes of hers.
Her eyes continued to stare at him without blinking even once, as if her eyes were saying a lot to him, but due to his hatred he couldn't understand them. Her body moved, she finally made her first movement by holding the hem of her sweater, making his eyes travelling between her eyes and her movements both. Her eyes weren't leaving him as she completely stripped herself in front of him.
Whereas despite seeing her doing this, there was no expression visible on his face, but there was a storm of thoughts going on in his mind.
She took steps towards him.
He understood very well the reason behind this antic of her, and as soon as he understood, he started feeling a small amount of guilt as to why he said those words to her. Could he take those words back?
Oh god! Why was he thinking this, when he said those words to her with the intention of hurting her, when he said them knowingly, then now he shouldn't feel guilty, rather, he should be happy that he succeeded in hurting her.
But has anyone ever been happy by hurting someone's heart? Exactly, whenever he hurted her, he never felt happy even though he wanted to. For once, this thought came to his mind that did she really deserve what he was doing to her? But on the other hand, he remembered that she had killed his sister. He knew very well that nothing would be achieved by doing bad things to her, he knew that doing all this would not bring his sister back either. But he was so deeply traumatised by his sister's death that he was unable to move on, even if he wanted to. And he was feeling it difficult to live happily with his wife after knowing that she was his sister's Killer.
By hating her, he was giving himself the satisfaction that he was doing justice to his sister by not having mercy on his sister's murderer. He found it easier to hate her, but deep down he felt that he was punishing the innocent and he felt it right. He knew what he was doing but he was unable to move on from his sister's death, or he never tried?
He was a person in whom there was always a storm of thoughts going on in his mind, but he never let its reflection appear on his face. And he was doing the same at the moment. Perhaps he had many options to spend his life well to make a happy family with her by doing everything possible, but he chose to just hate her.
Doesn't it hurt him to hate her?
Of Course not!
But what hurt him was his hurting her.
He couldn't deny the fact even if he wanted to, that by hurting her, he got hurt himself, but still he didn't stop himself from hurting her. Don't know whether he hurt her with the intention of hurting her or with the intention of hurting himself.
She stood right in front of him, looking up into his eyes which were already on her throughout the whole time.
While a storm was raging in both of their minds, outside they both were as calm as the depth of the ocean. He knew that she cried because of him, he knew very well that she hurt only because of him, and now it shouldn't matter to him, he should ignore it, because that was what he wanted. He was not to let his unruly thoughts dominate him, instead he had to dominate them himself.
For a second, he felt hesitant in his mind about touching her, but after completely controlling himself from unwanted thoughts, without wasting any second, with a jerk, he grabbed her nape very tightly before smashing his lips on hers.
She felt disbelief that he didn't even hesitate, but what she could even expect from him. As always he continued to be wild and aggressive with her and grabbed her waist and hair tightly. The way he was kissing her, it seemed as if he had not eaten for years, and as soon as he got the meal, he was devouring like a beast. The sprinkles of water were falling on her face from his wet hair like dew in a flower petal.
She was very engrossed in enduring the long and wild sweet assault from him that suddenly her heart skipped for a moment, she felt goosebumps when unexpectedly he himself made her both hands placed on his shoulders without breaking the kiss. Her eyes went wide open at his antic.
Was she dreaming? No way she wasn't dreaming, it was all true.
After some time, finally, he broke the kiss before staring into her astonished and pleased eyes. They both got the chance to breathe heavily, staring into each other's eyes. She felt her stomach flipped with desire just by his intense stare at her.
"Response my kiss."
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