Kuch raaste..
Manzilon ko chhoo ke mud jaate hain
Mmm.. kuch naate judte judte hi toot jaate hain

Hairaani hoti hai
Aankhen jo roti hai
Hairaani hoti hai
Aankhen jo roti hai

"Pagal smj kr rkha hai mujhe. Jab ek baar bol diya ki joh mei chahuga vhi hoga toh kyu bakwas kr rhi ho. Chup chap jese keh rha hu vesa kro vrna mujh se bura koi nhi hoga... Akhri baar bol rha hu. Abhi isi waqt kapde utaro or mujhe maje krne do." Shyam spoke dangerously and ended with a smirk at last.
(Do you think I am mad. When i said that what I want will happen then why are you bickering. Do as I say silently. I am saying this for the last time. Remove your clothes this instance.)

The smirk and his words terrified her to bits.

Still not seeing her moving, he strided towards her and hovered upon her like a hungry lion. Catching hold of her jewellery he pulled it in one go leaving a bruise on her neck. Khushi winced with the harshness he showed and tried hard to get out of his manly grip but all in vain.

Seeing her advances, fueled his anger. Losing his sanity he slapped her hard. The slap was so harsh that its echo can be heard in the mansion as its pitch dark and silent. The slap left another bruise on her lips and imprint of his hand on her cheek, reddening it.

The intensity of the slap made her head hit the bedpost so hard that the blood oozed out of it.

Touching her head she whimpered with pain and saw blood. This terrified her. This man is monster. He is no-where a human.

"Nahi....h-hume ja..ne di..jye....yeh paap hai....aap kyu nhi smj rhe ki- ( No...please let me go...its a sin....why are you not understanding that-)" Khushi once again gathered her wits to safe her dignity. She cannot lose her only thing that's left now.

Respect

Losing it means she failed. Failed herself. She then will have nothing more to lose which means she has to live with this monster and his cruelness.

No she has to do something. She has to help herself. No one will come to save her. Despite he being her husband, cannot force her. Marrying and becoming a husband doesn't give one liberty to go against his wife, To rape her. Before being a wife she's a woman. She has to protect herself for the sake for herself, for woman all out there who are raped, or are domestically violated. She has to prove herself this moment.

He had already made her upper body half naked and now was moving south. She lifted her leg up and taking the name of God, was going to kick him where it hurts the most. But stopped when a shrill noise of a call boomed in the room.

Stopping at his advances he looked from where the voice was coming and then at her. Frustratingly he stood up and answered the call.

"What? you better have a valid reason to destroy my fun." He growled and them smirked eyeing her.

"........"

"WHAT!!...... can't you handle this much. Fucking bastards. Useless creatures." He growled over the phone.

"........"

"Keep this sorry shit with you. Go find him before I kill you." He hanged the phone later.

The words "I will kill you" scared the shit out of her. What has she gotten herself into. That was only the thought present in her mind. How would she survive her whole life with this man, Who is nothing but a scoundrel, a monster, a pathetic jerk in the name of a human.

"Feel yourself unlucky because I won't be fucking you tonight.... Oh shit!! Man. Leaving such a slutty beauty behind. Urgh!!!...... be prepared because when I return we will continue this. I just can't wait to empty myself in you." He winked and then made his way towards her. She backed away sensing the danger nearing her again.

"Aahhh...." She cried when he caught her legs and pulled her and then climbed on her.

Holding her hands above her head he crashed his lips on her like a hungry beast who hasn't eaten for ages. Bitting, nibbling, chewing her lips he left many small contusions. After being satisfied he moved from her but didn't left her.

A crazy thought came in his mind and then he moved to complete it too.

Holding her from her shoulders he in the matter of seconds clutched her bra and yanked it from her body leaving her upper half bare to his lusty, greedy eyes.

He felt his member getting hard down there. Not having much time for his actions he in a split second again pounced upon her and left various hickey's around her neck, breasts and stomach.

This all happened in such a short span of seconds that before she could do anything or process the happenings in her minds, they were done.

Now satisfied by his work he stood, wore his clothes and giving a last glance upon her left the room.

She was shocked with the turn of events. She thanked her goddess when he got a call and left her. She mentally thanked the caller for saving her from the monster.

But later she couldn't exactly grasp the situation when he suddenly pulled her legs, pinned her hands and started his assault. She could feel her lips burning, the blood oozing out of it. If that was not it, he removed her left over cloth that barely covered her anything like an animal. The act of ruthlessly pulling of her bra left cuts at her back and shoulders. She cried in pain. Quickly covering herself with the sheets she let her eyes pour the pain of her heart.

"What was her fault!" She asked her goddess. She hadn't even thought bad about anyone. She just wished for some love. Is that her fault. Or is it that she was in love with someone who cannot be her. Is loving a person before marriage a sin. If yes then she had committed a punishable offence. But how can loving be a mistake, a sin?"

HOW!!!!

"Aren't those people guilty who do love marriages. They too are in love before marriage. Then why aren't they punished. They lead a very happy life later. Then why can't I. Why I am always deprived of love. Why this injustice only to me? When will I get some love."

WHEN!!

She cried, cried till her eyes dried out.

Getting up she dressed herself with a motive to leave this life, to run from here before that monster shows up. After getting dressed completely she moved out of the room and glanced in the hallway.

Seeing no one she tip-toed towards the main door glancing sideways and back wards for any sign of danger. She was just near the main door when a vase kept nearby got stuck in the her dress and almost fell on the floor but she caught it at the right time.

Heaving a sigh of relief and calming her racing heartbeat, she opened the door and moved towards the big gates of the mansion which will lead her to freedom. She thanked her goddess for safely letting her move out.

But to her bad luck the guards got alert as the siren got on. As being the new person in the mansion, she didn't knew that to move out of the door its needed to swipe a card. Simply getting out would make a siren. She panicked as she saw the well built guards around 4-5 running in her direction from front. She backed off and started running in opposite direction. But guards at her back caught her.

"Please leave me. Please I want to go. Let me go. I don't want to stay here. Please ..." She pleaded as that was what she could do.
But no one gave an ear to her pleadings.

The 2 guards dragged her and locked her in a room that looked like a captive's room. One guard remained in with her while all other's left. He pointed a rifell towards her and stood like a statute.

She pleaded him again and again to let her go but he stood there not giving an ear to her words.

Tired of the all day events, she kept quite and sat in a corner folding her legs to her chest and prayed silently.

Iss shehar mein humsafar hai chootha
Dil jigar bhi khud se kyun hai rootha
Mere pyaar ke mahal ka har ik kaanch tootaa
Saccha tera khuda to kya pyaar mera jhootha

Seeing the intruders, Arnav stood shocked.

Aman and his ma came in closing the door behind. Aman stood aside while Ratna came and stood infront of Arnav looking directly in his eyes.

Shit!! He cursed. What will he do now. He can't even escape the situation.

"Kya kr rha hai yaha pe? (What are you doing here?)" asked his ma. Her voice was calm and composed which scared him because her eyes spoke volumes.

Taking a deep breath he explained

"Kuch nhi ma. Bs kaam kr rha tha. Aa na beth..... Tujhe kese pta chla ke mei yaha hu. (Nothing mother. Just working. Come sit..... How do you know that I would be found here?)" He spoke taking his eyes off her. He knew he wasn't a good lier but his ma was a good observer. She would catch his lie within a snap of finger.

"Apne bete ki khabar nhi rkhu gi toh kiski rkhu gi. (Whose whereabouts would I know if not of my son?). She spoke little sternly as if showing her anger.

He smiled at her words.

"Tu ghar kyu nhi aaya. Yaha pr kyu aaya hai. (Why haven't you came home? Why are you here?)"

"V..voh ma kaha na....kaam tha toh bs isliye yaha aagya. Tujhe pta hai na ki fashion show aa rha hai. Kitna kaam baki hai abhi. Bs usi ki teyyari kr rha tha. (T..told you mother.... There is alot of work. So that's why I came here. You know that fashion show is arriving. A alot of work is still pending. Just was preparing that.)"

"Ab tu apni ma se baatein chupaye ga? (Now you would hide things from your mother?) She asked raising her eyebrow.

"Kya chupaye hai tujhse ma.... Aaj tak koi baat nhi chupayi mene tujhse. Tujhe pta toh hai sb kuch. Fir kyu bol rhi hai ese? (What have I hidden from you.... I haven't kept you away from anything. You know everything. Then why are you saying so?)

"Thik hai. Pr ab chle ghr ya fir jab tak fashion show nhi ho jata ghar nhi aaye ga. (Fine. Now lets get to home or you want to stay here till that fashion show of yours is not done.)" She said faking in buying his lie. She doesn't want to push him further. Being a mother she could easily catch a lie his children spoke. And this son of her's is everything but a good lier.

"Hmm....lets go."

Khushi sitting in that captives room almost slept due to exhaustion. There was no more energy left in her to fight back. It was dark with a small bulb dimly lit at the far end of room.

She was not afraid of darkness because her life itself is dark. Full of miseries, no happiness, no humans but all demons. She looked up to see the big built man still standing pointing gun at her.

She lowered her lashes when suddenly a enraged and furious Shyam Jha entered. He saw red. His eyes reflected anger, wrath, disappointment. Quickly dismissing the guard with his eyes, he shut the door. Taking three long strides, he reached her not letting the fear struck soul have a breath.

Eyeing her with all anger, he gripped her hair with his rough hand and made her stand.

Khushi cried in pain and begged the monster to leave her otherwise he will uproot her hair from roots.

"Please... Le-leave... Ahh... Leave me. I am sorry. Please." She begged clutching his arm.

"I left you for few hours and went and look where that landed you." His grip tightened. He gave a rough tug bending her head more.

She shrieked in pain.

"Sorry. . please leave. Its paining."

"This is nothing sweetheart compared to the pain, I will give you for running away." He laughed.

Her heart beat raised. More pain!! What will he do now. Will he again force himself on her and rape her?

"This won't happen again. Please sorry. I promise I won't leave again."

"You won't, I'll make sure. But no one gets away without a punishment. That's a rule. You have pressed my wrong buttons dear. Now bear the fruit."

He dragged her to the other end of room which had some light. Throwing her on hard cemented floor, he went. She fell hard bruising herself in the process.

Suddenly the room was illuminated with light with a chandelier at the top. The whole place was cemented and had a very bad aura.

Khushi adjusted the light by blinking repeatedly. Once adjusted she had a look around and gasped in horror.

Shyam gripped her from her hair once again and made her stand.

"Welcome to Hell!!" He laughed an evil laugh.

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Dedicating this chapter to the birthday girl. Happy birthday sara. 😘😘. God bless you. I wish you achieve success in every stream and phase of your life. Happiness never leaves you ever. Sadness never approaches you. Hope your this birthday becomes memorable like others. Happy birthday once again.🎂🎂🍫🍫.

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