⚠︎ This story is complicated, if you are looking for a simple love story then find another book.

Pari's point of view.

︎⚠︎ Can be, can not be triggering !!
Self blaming, mentioned of sexual abuse.

The sun hid behind the sky, the heavenly shine of the place turned gloomy and dim.

Still standing in the exact same position, my hands hurt from hanging in the air for so long. I was devastated and stunned.

His absence had left some undesired effect on me. My soul was whimpering and my body was depleted after his touch.

A question was raised: why didn't I push him away? I have had no answer...

Somewhat still in my state of paralysis, feeling so weak. Even weaker than the young goddess, who lay with an immense pain in between her inner thighs as she acted bold against the evildoer; a wicked monster in the disguise of a god.

The one who was sexually abused in the past was stronger than this statue who couldn't even react as she should have.

At least that young goddess fought for her dignity. And also managed to punish her abuser. But look at me who couldn't even push him, not even slightly.

Yoongi had poked my inner wound and the realisation is making it bleed.

I dropped down, clenching my heart with one and muffling my sobs with another hand. Tears trickled down in silence.

Darkness dominated my surroundings and my soul wanted to match its hue. I just wanted to fade away, vanish out of blue.

Or violently destroy him and I.

The howling gales arrived, thunder echoed in the background while I miserably broke down, breaking the silence.

More tears and more questions, how could he!? How could he force himself on me?

A victim of abuse, we both were then how could he be so careless? How can he kiss me without my permission? He faced the side effect of an unwanted touch then why did he cross his line?

He had never been this way in freaking five hundred year, then why did the angel suddenly turn so devilish? No answer to the question.

But with the memories of his first visit my senses become misty and murky as I stepped in the past, like a flashback.

I still could hear the low whimpers of the eighteen year old who ran into the jungle, running away from the monster in human skin. Jumped from the cliff and ended up in my Nirvana.

The experience makes me run through the worst feeling, never-ending alley of terror.

I could still feel his body shaking like a leaf, his trauma was thrown towards me without me knowing if I was ready to take it or not.

And I would like to address that I never was ready or never ever would be. Neither wish anybody to go through such torture.

Those sane men in power turned Yoongi around and forced themselves on him.

Only women are their prey?

We all know better.

That time I couldn't take it. I tried to jerk myself away, covering my senses to not see but it felt like I was living what Yoongi went through in his past life.

Now it all triggered me.

There ain't no explanation and I couldn't bring myself to understand his motive behind his actions. Why did he ruin everything in the last seconds?

Did he think it would keep him here?

He must not be that stupid.

It's so rubbish and no more crying, let's face this!

Yoongi will have to explain to me why he didn't understand that touching someone without their consent is wrong even after going through that same experience!?

Route to the supreme.
It is the main gate of the head god of the heavens.

Narrator's point of view.

Yoongi provoked the ire of the goddess and he will have to face her wrath.

The consequences will be harsher than any soul would have gone through in the past, with this motive Pari slammed open the, 'Route to the supreme'.

Cracking the peaceful serenity, the loud thud echoes which awoke the guards but they halted and backed away when Pari showed up, enraged and indignant.

The guards bowed as she ignored them, coping up with her rage and proceeded to reach her destination: the head god of the heavens, Namjoon.

Her vexed aura affected every corner of the big broad corridors, eyeing sharply on her path, she marched straight to an open place in front of her aflame orbs; the garden of folio.

Garden of Folio.
It is a special garden of the head god, Namjoon. His interest in reading books passionately inspired him to create this place for his own practices, a personal space and of course for reading.

In between the floating clouds, the supreme god was settled in the most comfortable way on his big book shaped throne. A random book from his collection hiding his view as the sun carved for a glimpse of his honey toned face.

Sweaty palms, flipping a page but his blue eyes blinked aimlessly.

His mind was fully concentrated on each step Pari took in his way. Its sound echoes in his senses, feeling her ruinous aura.

His heart was thumping and jumping inside its cage in curiosity, very much avid for his love. A few questions were there, but the most important one was, 'Why is she here?' Impatient to know. He may look calm and composed from the outside but his insides were opposite.

But the supreme god also knew that he could not get an answer from anyone or by any means.

Only Pari can shower him with it and only she holds the key to satisfy his curiosity.

Pari took the last step on the marble floor and then floated towards the sky. Her loosely open hair waved in the air.

Then gracefully settled on her neck as the goddess stopped at the level of the book throne. She showed no respect towards the supreme god of the heavens.

"Namjoon." Pari breathed out with a sigh.

Her body calmed because the place had a spell: it was repellent of some extreme negative emotions like anger.

But it only came out to be an outside show off, from inside her anger was still boiling.

Namjoon knelt down on both knees, the book throne supported him as his head hung so low. He was not allowed to look in the eyes of the goddess of the underworld without a verbal demand or permission.

His mouth must be sealed unless and until the goddess will wish to hear him around.

"I want Yoongi back to my Nirvana."

Pari informed hastily and Namjoon recalled an angel who yawned right in his face the day he secretly went to Nirvana. Because he is neither allowed to meet her without her permission but watching from afar was not declined straightforwardly.

It was a loophole Namjoon found to soothe the restlessness of his aching heart, to content the covet which is illicit.

"I need some answers and after that I'll decide his fate." Pari mused and continued, "He will have to die for that."

Pari looked down on the beautiful and graceful god but her eyes didn't soften a bit. They turned more fierce by gazing at the monster she loathed the most.

"Yoongi will pay more than you did for touching my dignity, Namjoon."

Her voice was dangerously low, lacking emotions. Because the positive emotions weren't coming out in this situation and the spell banded the negative ones too.

The god shivered hearing her voice and fisted his both hands on his back to hold on, or else his knees would have given up.

His heart cried tears of blood but the hurt only came from the memories of the past.

The young heir of heavens was in his senses but still he lost all of it by just a glance of Pari's uncovered body.

Namjoon could have asked her for consent but making love was hard for the young ones, his younger self thought that if it would be called a mistake then no one would get in trouble. Poor thinking.

His mind couldn't grasp the basics which was that if the woman is not ready then she will get him in trouble, for sure. If he will apply force to get what he desires.

Intoxicated or under a spell, infatuated, nothing will make her let him have it.

Now that he is grown up, the consequences of his forced attempt are clearly making him regret.

"I need your words, will you send him to me?" Pari asked, hoping the answer would be positive but Namjoon couldn't reply.

The playback of memories kept him busy.

Busy watching the messy face of Pari which haunts him in the nightmares. Her shouts and cries echoed back and forth, her grip on his neck strangling him.

"Namjoon." Pari let another plain call but from inside, sadness engulfed her.

The god always replied to her, his silence is concerning. This is happening for the first time and if it is because he is going to reject her request then it would be very problematic for the heavens.

"Namjoo-"

"Leave him for now. He is not in a position to help you but I can." Pari's word was cut off by another male and she immediately recognised the voice which made her confused by what the word was claiming.

✐To Be Continued ▫ ▫ ▫

⏜ Word Count 𓈒 𓆇 1500 + .
⏜ Publishing Date 𓈒 𓆇 17 Oct, 2022 .
⏜ Note 𓈒 𓆇 this one chapter took more than anything. I was uncertain about this and uncomfortable too in a way.

But as I see many people using such a plot from only one pov or plot in Wattpad, this is my pov on this topic and I hope this don't make anyone feel disgusted.

✐What would you say to Pari in this situation? I'll just sit there and pat her head, my communication skils are bad :)

✐Kaira From iMeGiNeSoN━━━━━━