over your parents dead body.

"I will kill him if he dares to touch you!" he declared. His voice was echoing in that tiny little room of hers. He was angry. His red eyes were scary and showed that he really wouldn't hesitate to kill. But she wasn't scared of him.

"I am going to marry him today. Get out of my life and my room!" She shouted at him with all her power.

"Do not marry that silly little stupid friend of yours unless you do not want him to see another sunrise." He said calmly.

"What exactly is your problem?" She asked, grabbing his collar.

"My problem is that I always get what I desire. And I desire you." He answered by looking straight into her his eyes with his selfish words.

"You cannot always get what you desire. You're not god." She said, deadly close to his face slightly spitting on him.

"I will kill him if you marry him." He declared possessively by gritting his teeth and continued in a low voice, "If he dares to even touch you, I fucking swear to wipe off his whole generation."

"I'm not scared of your hollow threats, get out of here." She deadpanned.

He sighed heavily and said, "And you know well, I can do that." He was very serious.

"And you also know very well how stubborn I am, once I set my mind, nobody can stop me." She looked at him calmly and said slowly but crisply, "I'm going to marry him."

Saying so, she took two steps towards the door determined, if he doesn't leave the room, she will. But it was a futile effort. He grabbed her by her arm roughly and pinned her to the wall. She panicked.

"You belong to me! only me!" He declared in a mellow, deep, and serious tone.

"You will never get me!" she said, wriggling under an unbearable aura. Her eyes which were indifferent earlier, now, showed confidence, bravery, and courage.

"Oh, my darling, I can and I will." He said stoically but his eyes said it differently, they had warmth in them, when he said softly, “You are only mine." he declared as if it was a fact.

"I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath.

He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked,

"Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

"You know what you're not? You're not kinder. You don't have empathy. You don't know anything except flexing your money or looks. You're self-obsessed. No, actually you are a narcissist. And just for the record, I do not care about your money. So, better get out of my way." She said.

Her hands just touched the door knob, when he said desperately, “Wait…”

She turned around, rolling her eyes, “Now what?”

"And what about me?” His eyes softened a bit, as he whispered, “Do you also not care about me?"

His warm breaths were falling right on her nape, perfectly teasing her sensitive areas. Her cheeks which were already blushed turned crimson but she composed herself and decided to speak her mind.

"Yes, I loved you with all my existence. And what did you do in return? You treated me like trashsh*t. We are already divorced, so there is nothing between us. Now, would you please let me get out of here?”

“What? Are you “that” desperate to marry “that” clown?” He said with a smug.

Hearing his disrespect,balled her fists tightly, wanting to punch right on his face but she couldn’t. A hot lone tear rolled down her cheek as she said with a self-deprecating smile, “Didn’t you throw threw me on the streets, back then?Would it change anything now? And now, finally, after 4 years, when I am going to marry somebody else, you want me again? Aren’t you also a clown in this situation?" She said.

Hearing her accusations, his anger rose, as he recalled something and gritted his teeth, “Didn’t you cheat on me with my own brother? Don’t act like you are so high in your morals…”

Her eyes widened, dumbfounded, she literally yelled, "For the n100th fu*king time, I’m telling you, I DID NOT CHEAT ON YOU!!!”

Her face which was solemn earlier, as her eyes rims turned red with tears flowing down like the river streams. She was lost in her own memory lane.

Part of him wanted to trust her. As he He couldn't see her crying. But another part of him was so sure that she was lying.

"Look, we both know you cheated. Stop lying already; you should be thankful to me that I am willing to accept you again even after all the drama you caused in my life. You cheated on me and made my life miserable for years. But it's alright, let's forget it. And stop crying. I hate to see you crying," he said.

"You still don't trust me. I do not want to be with someone who doesn't trust me," she said. She was hurt. She was very hurt. All she wanted and hoped for was for him to trust her. But he does not.

"You cheated on me with my own brother. What else did you expect? You wanted me to worship you after I saw you naked with my brother on his fu*king bed?"

"Think whatever you wish to. I’m out of your life. nowOut." she said. Her eyes were going to explode any moment.

"I will kill you if you step out of this room or think about marrying that silly mouse," he said, pointing a gun to her head.

The brave girl in bridal clothes and a tear-washed face didn't show any expression of fear on her pretty face.

She stepped two steps closer. Now her forehead is touching his gun.

"Shoot!" she said fearlessly. He hesitated.

"I said shoot me! Kill me once and for all!" she shouted.

It was the first time in the life of Arnold Blackwell Hamblet that his hands shivered.

"No," he said.

"Why not? I am just your disgusting cheater ex-wife. Come on. Please kill me." she said.

"I can't. I love you." he said in a shaky voice. He looked down with shame, trying to hide the tears that had surfaced in his eyes.

"You do not. You love the idea of having me. You love and miss my love, which I had for you. And trust me, no girl will ever love you like I did. And I hope you stay miserable for life. I want you dead" she said.

"Okay then, kill me," he said while handing the gun to her and pointing it towards his own forehead.

Either he was confident that she wouldn't kill him or he just wanted to die on her hands because he couldn't endure the depression caused by separation from her anymore.

Her hands started shaking. She dropped the gun.

"No" she said.

"Please kill me and end me. You're right. I am the problem. You want me dead? Please give me death. For I don't want to live a life without you. I can't imagine a life without seeing you, hearing you, touching you and feeling you. So Darlina Grace, please be graceful, have some mercy, and kill your lover and set him free from this pain." he said, handing the gun back to her.

All she wanted was to kiss him, and she did. She threw the gun on her bed, stepped closer to him, caressed his cheeks with both of her hands, and pressed her lips against his.

For one last time.

He embraced her and continued the kiss like a hungry kid getting to eat after ages. Like a traveller who finally reached a town after years of being lost in a boat in the ocean. Like a lover who was finally united by their love after years of separation.

She backed off.

"Consider this a closure kiss for whatever we were at some point in time, my ex-husband. I am going to marry Steve today, and nobody on this planet can change my mind-" She said emotionlessly.

Every word of hers pierced deep into his soul like finely chopped glass poking into his heart.

"I will marry Steve today." she continued with confidence.

"Over my dead body." he said.

"Die." she said mercilessly.

"I am sorry. Over your parents dead body." he said.