"Huh....Such a beautiful family! A beautiful wife, a handsome husband and three beautiful children! Awwwwww!", said one of the maids while staring at the family photo of the Spliadanppurte's, as she proceeded to wipe off the dust on the photo.
"Or maybe, 'awwwwww! such a handsome man'! hmmmmmmm!", teased another maid.
"Shut uuuuuuuuupp! Don't be so loud!Someone might hear us!", the first one cautioned the other one.
"Who? This palace feels so dead that sometimes I feel like there's no one here except us.", said the other one as she shrugged the first one off.
"Can you stop being so loud! Miss can come at any moment to grab another bottle!"
"Exactly that's what I'm saying! She's hardly in her right state of mind! Most of the time she's passed out! I always wonder how the hell is she even maintaining her figure and that expensive face! How is she even surviving all these!"
"Now that you're talking about it, yeah, it's true, she's such a wasted beauty. She's really drowning in a pool of despair. It's such a pity....."
Even though everyone thought that she couldn't hear them, she actually did. There were so many maids in the mansion with so much work to do, but there was none who wasn't feeling pity for her. She couldn't help laughing at her miserable self as even some lowly maids too, pitied her. But why? She was beautiful and rich, and obviously better than those sluts in every way, then what was she missing? What else did her husband need to become a proper husband for her, a proper father for their children, to love her, spend time with her and their children, instead of always being with those sluts with his whereabouts absolutely unknown to her.
She first caught his infidelity when she 'accidentally' saw him being intimate with another gorgeous young woman while she was one her way to shopping. He was buying that bitch some really expensive stuffs and his hands were placed on her waist. This happened a few days after their seemingly perfect marriage. At that moment, she obviously couldn't believe her eyes. Was it all a joke then? Was the title of the 'Queen' just an accessory? Was she just supposed to be a doll who would be kept beautifully decorated beside the King? Was everything until now just an act for the sake of business? All sorts of thoughts clouded her mind. Yeah, it was true that their marriage was arranged but it only proceeded after she acceded to it. Her parents never forced her for this. She too agreed to it only after getting to know him properly. Their first meeting was very pleasant which she didn't expect at all. She had planned to have a clear conversation with him. But instead they unexpectedly had a heart to heart conversation with each other due to which they had already taken a liking to each other. After that she instantly agreed to the marriage. Everything was perfect just like a dream. He loved her. She loved him too. Everyday, she would wake up next to him and find him staring at her with that captivating smile of his. Then they would start their lovely morning with him giving her a soft kiss on her temple. But all those were just a dream that lasted only for sometime. She knew him well. Yes she did...or that's what she thought. And eventually she woke up. Her dream shattered into pieces. But with still a little hope left, she tried to fix those cracks.....and..... ..she failed. She had already lost a couple of pieces. It was the end..... nothing else could be done. That was what she would always think whenever she finished a bottle and then immediately throw it to break it into a thousand pieces. Now it has come to a million with the uncountable number of bottles. A lot of time has passed after that. They already had three kids together and she was pregnant with the fourth one. Who knew how many kids he actually had with those sluts. Sometimes, she even felt like she too wasn't any different from those sluts. Was she? She too let him on her bed even after knowing about his infidelity. Not one time. Not two times, but countless number of nights. She wanted him. She needed him inside her. She loved every bit of it. She enjoyed every moment of it with her heart aching painfully and eyes filled with tears.
"I love you. I always do, sweetheart", he would say this a lot, whenever they spend their nights together with their bodies entangled with each other's and she always kept quiet until one day she broke her silence and said to him, "Stop lying" he too didn't try to protest and kept quiet. The silence of the night was rather loud instead....
Days kept passing and things kept getting more and more out of hand. He could be hardly seen at the mansion. Then almost after three months she was finally able to reunite with him. She cooked a lot of dishes in the happiness of his arrival, all of which were his favourites. She had a lot of work left and he did not have too much time left...
As he continued to eat, he felt his eyes getting heavier. He tried hard to keep them open but couldn't. Ultimately everything turned pitch black...
The next moment, when he woke up, he found himself in the bathtub. It reeked of alcohol and his head felt too heavy. Everything was blurry but the smell of alcohol kept getting stronger until he felt suffocated by it...he couldn't breathe....he was drowning and he could feel it but he couldn't move or try to save himself.....his hands and feet were numb.....he tried to call out for help but couldn't....his voice was lost at that moment.....a minute of struggling continued until he finally realised that he was dying...his body was even heavier and his eyes too....he was unable to keep them open anymore....he was tired.... he wanted to sleep..... once and for all in that pool of wine...
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She came in after sometime. It was pin drop silence and she was drunk. But the bottle wasn't empty and she was no more in the mood to drink. She slowly poured the rest, over him. He didn't respond.....she nudged him...but he remained still.....she poked him over and over but he didn't move...she knew he wouldn't respond and that made her smile...she was happy.....she had never been happier probably....he was gone.....now he wouldn't be near her.... around her....on her bed...or inside her...and neither be with those sluts. He wouldn't be able to hurt her anymore and would always be with her....decorated just like the doll as she was.....and she would play with him....as he would be with her..... forever.
His body was well preserved. Whenever she missed him, she would sit in front of his corpse and talk about a lot of things. It felt nice, as she could talk to him freely without her heart aching or feeling as if she was being choked. She would laugh with him as he calmly 'listened' to her words.....
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♪He's still dead when you're done with the bottle♪