Geeta's POV,
It had been a month since I joined Latifah Bano's Brothel. She bought me, as a virgin teenage girl from the underground market and promised to give me food, clothing and shelter.
I hated the place... everyone else did. Every night, I had to hear screaming and grunting from the other rooms as the men came and ravished the ladies throwing little money at them after satisfying themselves with thier bodies.

I was terrified. I didn't wanted to be thrown in front of hungry beasts to be ravaged like that. So I begged Bano falling in her feet and she warned me I had to pleasure men if I wanted to stay here. I had no where to go but I was really scared so she gave me another choice.

My work now was to give the customers blowjobs. It was even more disgusting but, atleast I could maintain my chastity. Even the clothes they gave me hardly covered my body and it was extremely shameful to stand on the streets waiting for sexually frustrated men to pick us. Especially, when it was extremely cold.

"Our bodies are what get us money and support our burning tummies." I was told. Half of our money was taken by Bano though.

They all beat us, forced us, and treated us worst than animals. I remember the first time I gave a blowjob, I was vomiting for days and got so scared, I had a high fever. But the other girls were soo kind to me. They helped me and cared for me while thier own lives were worst than hell. A couple girls even died in the hands of certain customer as they were tortured beyond thier limits and they returned in the form of dead bodies but Bano, our caretaker, she didn't say a word. WHY? Because she got the right price for them.

That night, I got my periods and asked for help but none of them were free to help so I sneaked out to buy some pads.
That was the night that changed my life completely.

When I met HIM.

I stupidly raged on him and for the first time I let myself be vulnerable and cried in front of a man. It was embarrassing. Yet, he helped me without asking anything in return.

He was soo handsome and his eyes, his voice....soo charming. I had never met such a perfect man like him. He was a gentleman...but in a rude kinda way, still it was soo hot. I couldn't take my eyes of him. When it was finally time to leave, I was soo upset.

Will I be able to see him again?
Does he want to see me again?
Does he have anyone waiting for him?

Those questions made my heart sink. He was soo different. He talked to me, made me smile...and then...

He kissed me!

My first kiss. A sweet gentle yet passionate one. He stole my lips and my heart that night. I really wished time would stop forever.

When I dreamily came back, Didi scolded me a lot for sneaking out like that. When she noticed the jacket around me and my flushed cheeks she smiled and teased me asking who it was and I realised.... I didn't even ask his name. But I remembered what the boys who misbehaved with me called him.

Uddhav!

My heart fluttered just saying his name. Didi was soo shocked that she didn't believe me at all.

"Uddhav Saheb?! No way! Ah! You're soo lucky Pinky! He's just soo handsome and dreamy like Sharukh Khan. Even better actually!" She said dreamily. I felt a bit jealous seeing her swooning over him.

"He has been here a few times but only for business. He never even looks at any of the girls no matter how much we try to get his attention or seduce him. But he helped you and even....kissed you. I'm jealous!"

I blushed beet red just thinking about him. Days passed, and I kept waiting for him on the same spot but he never showed up. By then I knew I'd fallen deeply and madly in love. I prayed everyday to atleast to see him once and then....he came.

He took my hand and we ran in the rain. For the first time, someone treated me like a person and not a Prostitute. He asked me my name and the way he said it.... God!

With just one word, I was his slave.

He kissed me again...and then, he made me his. I had already given him my heart but now, he owned my body and soul. He was soo gentle with me. For once, someone actually cared about me and gave me soo much pleasure that I thought I'd go crazy. When I cried in pain when he made me his, he soo sweetly apologized and showered kisses on me to make me feel better. For me, he was no less than a God that I could worship all my life.

He asked me to call him by his name and I was soo happy that I cried tears of joy. That time I knew, I would do anything for this man. Even if he asked me for my life, I would gladly carve my heart out for him.

He made me smile, laugh...he talked to me about his friends and family. I'd never know sadness when he was with me. Even if I had tears, they were of joy and contentment and he always kissed them away.
I was addicted to his love, his body, his voice.....to HIM.

My Uddhav.

My life was his completely.

He asked me to marry him and my joy had no bounds. That night, I loved him with my everything. Told him a million times how much I loved him....and, he actually cried.
He loves me soo much.
He makes me soo happy!!!

I couldn't be happier when I returned home and I couldn't wait to tell Didi about the proposal and show her the most beautiful ring.
However, the happiest day of my life, turned into a curse when....Bano found out.

She slapped me hard as I fell on the floor and the beautiful clothes my Uddhav bought me, she ordered her men to burn them all. I begged and cried to her not to but she paid no heed to my desperate cries.

"There is no place for love and affection in a Prostitute's life. You're just a mere object. A toy to play with. Did you really think I'm letting you live here for free? You've been sneaking out everyday being with your Uddhav. You're not bringing any money or customers! How dare you think you can have fun behind my back!" She grabbed my hair and slammed my head to the wall as I cried out in pain. Blood flowing profusely making me dizzy. She ripped of my ring from my finger as I was laying on the floor almost lifeless trying to take it from her.

I begged for forgiveness but she gestured her men to grab both my arms and another man came with a glass bottle in his hand. I instantly understood what it was and struggled and cried out.

"Please banu....no! Please forgive me...! My Uddhav is a good man..he loves me...and I love him a lot.... please..."

"Throw that acid on her pretty face and burn it. Let's see then if her lover will still love her or not."

I was scared out of my mind.

"P....please B...B... Bano... please forgive me. I... I'll do anything you say....but please don't do this...." I cried shaking like a leaf. I wanted to run away to my Uddhav.

She came forward and grabbed my chin harshly.

"You think he loves you? You're a whore who sells her body for money. No one can love someone like you. He will play with your body and then forget you. This is what has happened with a lot of girls like you who pointlessly died in the name of love while thier lovers left them alone when they got bored of them ...and this is your destiny too."

She left me alone in a dark room and ordered to starve me for days until I oblige with her and resume my work.

I had no choice, I had to kill my soul and cut my ties with the man I loved the most. I couldn't die just like that leaving him all alone. I had to make him forget about me. My fate was sealed and he was just a beautiful feeble dream in my nightmarish life. So I continued my work for days no matter how difficult it was but finally, he saw me.

I had to be strong, I had to make him believe I didn't love him....and so I did.

The pain in his eyes....his tears, it was all like a punishment to me. I wanted nothing more than to jump in his arms and cry my heart out, ask him to take me away....but I couldn't.

The hands that always cherished me were hurting me, the lips that worshipped me were abusing me but I had no complaints. It was all my fault....my fate. I broke his heart and I deserved it. I deserved to be punished.

After that, he left....forever! Leaving me all alone as I cried for him dying inside.

I pushed him away.

He was and will always be the only man I gave my heart and body too....

The only man I'd ever love....

My Uddhav!

****
Inarah's POV,
I was walking into the living room when I spotted Asad there and my forward moving steps immediately turned around as I tried to escape his sight.

"Inarah! Get back here beautiful! This is my final warning..." He said a sweet yet deadly tone making me gulp and stop dead in my steps.

Ok, he's annoying when he's flirting and scary when he's upset. There is no inbetween with this guy.

He strode towards me halting right in front.
"Backyard! Now! You know I hate repeating myself." He smiled through grunted teeth. Scary!

I gave him a charming cute smile.
"Just give me a minute teacher. I'll wash up." I said darting towards the bedroom but he grabbed the hood of my hoodie from behind as I came back from a jog and started dragging me out with him ignoring my innocent protests.

"This is called a gun..." He said swinging it in front of my face.
"...here, hold it." He took my hand and placed the heavy monstrosity as we stood in front of the shooting range specially arranged for me.

I pouted giving him my best cute face.

He gave a stretched mocking smile in return.
"Sweetheart, this doesn't work on me. Use it on your dear hubby."
He flicked my forehead.

"Ow!" I rubbed it pouting.

I was supposed to start my gun training with Mr Demon Couch from hell Asad Abbas. However, my phobia of guns is...the biggest problem.

"What's going on?"
I heard my darling's voice as he walked towards us all smoking hot in his suit ready for work. I couldn't help but swoon.

"She's been running away from me for 3 days and I finally caught her." Asad said and I shrugged innocently.

Zayaan smirked striding towards me. Wow! I might melt with his hotness some day.

"Still trouble holding the gun?"

I looked down at my shaky hands which were barely holding the gun.

"Hold it carefully Inarah. Or else you'll end up shooting me." He said.

I let out a scream dropping the horrible object, my heart pounding only to hear him chuckle. I glared at him as he picked the gun up.

"What if... I really hurt you?" I said more to myself as a wild thought shook me.

He cupped my cheek making me look at him.
"You can never hurt me...." I smiled relieved.

Aww, he trusts me soo much.

"You don't have what it takes to." He added turning my smile into a scowl and I could hear them both stifle a laugh. I punched his chest kicking Asad on the side.

"Hey!" Asad whined and then went aside attending a call.

"Ok jokes aside my tigress...."

My?

"... it's gonna be fine. There comes a time when you have to overcome your greatest fears. This is the last stage now. You've got this." He said looking straight into my eyes giving me confidence.

Wait? Last stage? That means....

I gave him a sinister smile leaning closer to his ear
"Hubby....you remember our agreement right? When I complete the last stage...." I pulled his tie.
"....you will...hmm.." I bit my lip wriggling my eyebrows at him.

His eyes widened for a second and he cleared his throat looking away.

"You can't run from me my love." I whispered winking.
"Don't be a pussy!"

I bit my tongue as my own bold remark and he raised an eyebrow at me. Shit!

His ebony gaze dipped down on my lips as he pulled me closer and then met my eyes. My mouth went dry at thier intensity.

Zayaan's POV,
She called me a pussy huh. Well, I'll make her regret it when I ruin that tight pussy of her's as I....

Fuck! What am I thinking?!
Control Zayaan!

But how can I control myself when I have a wife like my Inarah.

Beads of sweat were trickling down her neck slipping down the valley of her cleavage. Fuck! I wanna lick it.

Unconsciously my hand moved on it's own as I wiped the beads of sweat from her neck and clevage with my knuckles hearing her gasp.

I gulped before meeting her shinning wide honey orbs.
"You're cleavage is showing too much." My voice was husky and I pulled the zipper of her hoodie up covering her.

"Bhai!" Asad's voice pulled me out of my daze and I let go of Inarah hearing her moan in protest. Cute!

However, Asad's face was serious. I walked up to him.

"It's Uddhav. Seems like he's brewed trouble."

I watched him perplexed.
Uddhav and trouble?
****

Uddhav's POV,

Another punch fell across my face like a lightning bolt as I faltered back falling along with the chair probably breaking a rib or two along with my jaw in the process.

"IS THIS A PLAYGROUND FOR YOR FUCKING?!" Zayaan bhai's voice echoed throughout the closed study room.

I laid limp on the floor deprived of any pain or emotion. All I could see was my Geeta's crying face as I hurted her, tortured her.

I deserved this.... even more.

Bhai grabbed me by my collar gathering me up on my feet only to punch me again and again....and again.

"Fight back you bastard!"
He fisted my hair yanking my swollen and bleeding face from the table as I fell on it.

"Say something you bastard!"

When I didn't, he grabbed my neck pinning me to the wall, his grip choking me. Tears streamed down my face. I did this with my Geeta too. Like a monster.

"Gee...ta!"

Her name escaped my mouth like a whispered prayer. His grip tightened.

"You create a ruckus in the middle of the day in a brothel, fucked a Prostitute, and my men find you on the streets completely drunk and wasted! You think I'll take this shit of yours?!" He screamed on my face.

I looked into his raging eyes as my eyes filled with remorse. I couldn't think about anything else other than my Geeta.

"Bhai.... please....kill me."

He looked at me with disbelief and nerve-racking rage. Like a rag doll he threw my on the floor again and reached for his gun.

"Look at you?! Do you even recognise yourself?!" His voice was angry but laced with a hint of worry for me.

"If you liked a girl, you could've paid the right price and bought her for yourself. How dare you create such a huge mess and then... become like a worthless piece of shit?!" He kicked my ribs.

Inarah's POV,
I could hear Zayaan screaming and cursing across the closed door. Along with other terrifying noises. Poor Uddhav! I was really worried now. Even the other guys stood outside with thier head down swallowing thier empathy....and fear.

I couldn't take it anymore!

"What's going on in there? I'm going in." I said grabbing the door knob but Raghav got in the way.

"Bhabhi please! It's better we stay out of this."

"But... Uddhav was already soo vulnerable. We can talk to him." I said trying to get through.

"Bhabhi please....bhai is really angry right now. And Uddhav really has created a huge mess. Bhai is just punishing him." Wafeeq added.

"Punishing him for what?! What has he done that is soo wrong as to beat him half to death?!" I asked angrily.

Zayaan might be thier boss but this is too much!

"Answer me!" I yelled at both of them

"Inarah! Enough! You don't know anything." Asad said in a low serious authoritive tone different than his usual self.

"No Asad! What your boss is doing is enough! And don't wanna know anything either. Idk about you'll but I'm saving my brother." I announced and opened the door ignoring everyone's protests.

I was really disappointed in Zayaan.

And when I opened the door, my hand flew to my face and I watched both the men horrified. One, who was holding a gun over the other who was hardly concious on the floor. His face swollen and bleeding. I could hardly even recognise him.

"Oh My God Uddhav!" I cried out and sank on my knees beside him. I was scared to even touch him as if, he'd just break apart if I did.

"Zayaan that's enough!"

Uddhav flickered his eyes struggling to keep them open.
"Don't...stop him...b..bhabhi. I... I deserve...it...." He mumbled grunting in agony.

"What? No..." I couldn't believe him.

"Go away Inarah. I'm going to kill this son of a bitch today!" Zayaan growled loading the gun.

"No! Zayaan Stop... please!"

I didn't knew what to do and honestly I was a bit scared of him, his cold blazing eyes and grimace, yet, he was my Zayaan and I had to stop him so I leaped towards him and closed myself on his chest holding him tight.

"Zayaan please stop... don't hurt him." I voice shook.

I couldn't hear his heart pounding with rage.
"Please calm down my love." I whispered rubbing his back trying to placate him.

His chest rose and fell thrice as he took deep breaths and I finally felt his arm drop to his side still gripping the gun. I lifted my head to look at him and shivered as his eyes were still the same as he glared at the poor soul. But his face had a hint of worry on it.

I caressed his cheek.
"Hey....look at me." I said softly and he did...his face changing.

"You've punished him enough. Now it's my turn. Let me talk to him. Uddhav would never do anything soo rash without a reason. Please Zayaan?"

He let out a deep sigh looking away.
"Fine! But you won't be alone with him." He glared at Uddhav again.
"I don't trust him."

"Okay." I said watching him in disbelief as he stormed out of the room.
Zayaan wouldn't trust his guys with me? Impossible!
What has he even done?!

Raghav and Wafeeq both rushed forward as soon as Zayaan left and helped Uddhav up putting his limp arms around thier shoulders and took him away.

I winced seeing his condition...my stomach churning.

****
I knocked the door before walking into Uddhav's room. His face was still bruised and swollen and bandages around his hands and face as he sat leaning towards the bed's headrest staring into space.

"So, his girlfriend was actually a Prostitute from Latifah Bano's Brothel huh?"

"No wonder why he never told us about her much."

"He was even ready to marry her but it turns out she betrayed him and it broke him like this."

I overheard as the guys were discussing. It clenched my heart. He really loved her soo much. It must've been a huge shock to him.

I couldn't help but pity him.

"Hey Uddhav."

He didn't look at me so I sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

"Why is love soo painful bhabhi? You give your all to that person, you trust them with your heart and soul giving them the right to make or break you...but at they end, they actually break you completely." His voice faltered.

"I guess..... I do know how you feel." I patted his hand as I bit my lip looking down blinking back my tears.

"I'm a monster bhabhi... maybe I deserved this heartache. Even if she broke my heart...how could I had hurted her with these hands that promised to protect and cherish her?" He said looking down at his hands with eyes full of remorse.

"Uddhav... don't say that. No one deserves a broken heart, or a painful love. But sometimes, that love is what keeps you going. Don't punish yourself. What have you done that is soo killing you inside? I know you Uddhav, you're a good man and you can never...."

"I raped her bhabhi..... I abused my Geeta in horrendous ways..."

I gasped freezing at his words. Fear and disgust coercing through me as I immediately stood up to my feet watching him in horror.
His words felt unbelievable but.... the abhorrence I felt for him!

"You....did what?!" My voice hardly came out.
"I don't know what to say.... anymore. How could you Uddhav?!"

I want to kill him too now.

He gripped his hair as if.... going crazy with guilt and remorse. His eyes swimming with tears.

I collected my thoughts.
That's right! Uddhav is not that kind of a guy. There must be a reason behind it?
And he's so full of guilt that he wants to die. If he would've done something soo horrible on purpose...he wouldn't be this way!

I took a deep breath and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Uddhav...just tell me one thing...
Do you still Love her?"

He looked up at me and the tears that were swimming in his eyes began cascading down freely....and he broke down completely.

That was my answer.

I watched him cry and wail like a child as I made my decision.

"Uddhav.... I promise you I won't let you ....or Geeta suffer. I'll help you guys.

I'll talk to her myself!"