Tainted by You

Forged by the opulent walls, crafted by the scraps from the slums, thrown to rot in this golden cage. That was her, Maya. "How forsaken the anguish of fate is…We met again, Brother." She chuckled coldly, swirling the wine glass. "Maya…You?" Declan's voice was rather calm; it had always been like that...however, for the first time in his life, his voice held a hint of uncertainty. "The world is undoubtedly round." She smiled ; her smile was like that of an unclaimed corpse… knowing there was no one…… and knowing that she didn't want anyone. Maya looked different … It wasn't her feigned smile or the old scar cutting through her left eye….it was her eyes, which were empty like a burned vessel. Her deep set of ebony eyes …which was common for any Indian, but what set her apart from the common folks was the glimmer of contempt that seemed to paint the floor red at any moment. ————————————————————————————————————————— Imagine being the only child to get adopted by a multi-billionaire… that too Indian…. Maya was that child… But she was different. Maybe because she was autistic or her face had been paralyzed due to an old, unfortunate accident? When a child was supposed to run across corridors….was supposed to enjoy the innocence of girlhood days…she was kept confined in her room… not out of compulsion but out of choice. She tried to accept them… They tried as well… But maybe blood was thicker than water … When the real blood came, the poor kid was cast aside; her love of life, whom she thought of as one, was the one to drag her down the bottomless pit. She was thrown out with only two choices: kill yourself or let them kill you. and she chose none.