"Don't touch me! " she cried.

"Let me go! Jaane De Mujhe! I'm not yours anymore! ", tears were burning her cheeks, hiccuping she continued, "They make me dirty! T-They took away the thing which was always yours....T-They... "

"Shhh!....You're as pure as driven snow. " I tried to calm my wife, by engulfing her in my arms. She sobbed hard on my chest and I let her flow the pain and grief, on shirt, making it wet. After ten minutes, her sob subside, I felt weight on my chest and found she slept in my arms only.

Sighing, I tugged her properly on the bed and giving a lingering kiss on her forehead, I sat on the floor. I laid my head on the bed, beside her and gawk at her whole night without blinking.

'How I can sleep?! When my love, my wife, My Meera going through all this?!'

It has been three months to that incident, when I lost my cheerful and chirpy wife. I still remember that succubus night, while returning home from office, few morons captive Meera, and slaughter her body and soul, just to fulfilled their lust. They not only raped her but killed her that day.

However, now they're behind the bars and tomorrow morning they'all hang to death. Though, justice was given to us but I lost my wife forever. Whenever, she's alone she tried to kill herself and today also she did the same. If I didn't reached on time, she must've hang herself to the ceiling-fan.

I don't know how to make her believe that, she's still pure and pious for me. My love is still the same, nothing can broke us apart.

I don't know when my eyes became heavy and sleep consumed me. Sun's rays fell on my eyelids, make me awake. Yawning, I stretched my neck and saw the bed empty, which led me frown. Scanning around, I found her standing on the edge of the window, and was ready to jump off. I rushed to her, pulling her down and  I yelled.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Listening to my high pitch, she started weeping, which led me feel remorse. I just took her in my embrace tightly and spoke to her in soft voice.

" Am sorry baby. I shouldn't had yell at you! Sorry... I.." My words left in mouth only, as she spoke in a choking voice.

" Dev.. I can't hold it anymore.. I still feel their filthy hands rubbing my body...Their lustfull voices ranging in my head....these scars.... I'm begging you... Please.. jaane de mujhe. "

I cupped her face and wiped her tears with my thumb, " My beautiful strong woman! You never lost your value.. It doesn't matter what happens. I love you and will always do... you're still same for me... I love you...Meera. "

"Then, love me and mark me yours again! "

And, I fulfilled her wish by joining our lips into a slow and searing kiss.

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So this is the short story for the contest #JaaneDeMujhe held by VYRLOriginals
I hoped you'd like it. If there is more than 500 words.. I must've described it better and properly. However, it's 500 words only.

#Veru :)