He was twisting my hand and was giving me pain, but it also raised intense thoughts in my head. There was amusement in that pain. Maybe because I have already had such feelings before. I was always fascinated by his touch. I used to find his resentment cute. I never knew his anger would turn into enmity and extreme hatred.
After five years, when I came to know that he bought me from an auction just to torture me, I always doubted that I would ever get a feeling of love for him. But today, when his white shirt was glued to his body, it made me recall that afternoon in the rain.
His wet touch was the same I felt six years ago.. His fragrance was illusive. I thought I was melting again. I didn't want to open that chapter again when he detested me beyond my imagination. Linging to him woul
