☘︎𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰𝔫’𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢. ☘︎

The room has beautiful red-purple combination night lamps. She wanted to turn off the normal lights before but everything…. everything in this room is controlled by outside. Rich people with their technological show-offs. 

But as the night passed she became frustrated with everything. And looking at the mirrors everywhere, she was feeling more vulnerable. The mirrors were just showing the vulnerable condition from different angles, how helpless she was. 

From the bed, she tries to look at the balcony glass door, and recalls how emotional rollarcoaster it was.

She went to the balcony side to check outside. But obviously the huge glass door is locked. After sliding the black curtains with some tiny red flower stitch work, she could only see the darkness. No way to identify where she is. In the whole journey she was blindfolded, didn’t know how much time she travelled except the immense pain on her body. 

But still sleep wasn’t coming in her eyes. The frustration, the circumstances are burning the line of patience. She took Chandra lightly, never thought, he could take this kind of action.

One tall bulky guy helped her from the car to this room, but in the entire path, he held her shoulder respectfully. She asked many things to him, but only awkward silence was there. 

After reaching the room, he just opened her handcuffs, not the blindfold, and left her alone in this room. Even before she could make a movement on her blindfold, the small clicking sound and the door locked. 

She tried to find out anyway, but nothing other than those costly polished wooden furniture, and the mirrors. She never hated the mirrors until now. 

Whenever she was looking in the mirror, she wanted to cry, scream, curse him, but what could she do? A little sob and accept her fate. 

Now she can relate how much power he holds. It’s just wasting her energy. She needs to convince him. 

But looking at herself, the pity is also shy to come to her. The bright white anarkali kurta with white chikankari stitch works, looks so different in this position in the ceiling mirror. Maybe the position of her makes it more seductive. The simple square neckline, making her chest, collarbones highlighted. As her hands are about her head, tied with that white chiffon dupatta, the curves of her body are showing their glory into the mirror with the pretty length of her neck. 

At that moment the only author thought could come in her mind, what his hand will look like when his fingers will wrap around her nape, how the veins of his arm will look attractive more. Yes, she used to fantasise this, stalking-kidnapping-dominating everything that looked good in her head and those ink on paper, until she realised, real life struggle is different. 

She feels the bitter taste when her brain is still thinking those nasty thoughts about the ‘person’ who literally forcefully kissed. 

Her mind pokes her, you kissed him back too. 

She closed her eyes to snap her mind back, he threw her to the bed, treated her just like a slave. Her mind pokes her, he gives you princess treatment the way you dreamed. 

She again tries to snap back, he uses nasty words against her in a disrespectful manner. Her mind pokes her, you told him molester too while you know the relation equation between you both. 

The frustration just turns off her logical brain, she thought, trying to sit up, in belief of her core strength, she pushed her upper body, while moving the tied hands under her head. 

She kicks her legs into the air, when the girl who can do 100 sit-ups easily, can’t move her upper body as much as she wants to sit on her ass. 

But the air kicks point out another piece of memory, when she demanded anklets as her birthday gift over the phone call, even when they weren't in relationship.

She: Do you like the sound of the anklets?

He: Me ese bandh sakta hu aapke paareo me kya

Can I tie you to your feet like this?

She: Haanji jarur mujhe to behad pasand hai aur chahti bhi hu koi pehna de mujhe aise

Haanji definitely I like it very much and also wish someone helps me to wear it like this

He : To phir vada raha mulaqat hone paar jarur

Then there is the promise that I will definitely do that, when we meet.

She: Then promise I will wear saree that day for you

He : That day will be considered as one of the best days of my life cutie

He remembered how she urged to wear anklets from his hand. He kept his promise. He made her wear those anklets while placing her feet on his chest.    

She closes her eyes again while remembering for the very first time she saw him without a tee!! Her feet were touching her naked chest!! She curls her toes, and the slight movement helps to ring the anklets. 

She heard somewhere, even the fear, the thrilling excitement can give hormonal rushes, that’s why she loved to read, write forbidden romance. And now she is getting the proof. Even thinking the situation, now her heart beats near the throat. Her body, her skin start craving for his touches.

She just hates herself for feeling turned on while recalling what he did to her. She scolds herself, “Are you out of your mind Aru?? Just shift your unholy brain from author Diva to the original self, Miss Araddhya. Did you forget you are the one who originally avoids social gathering and can't make eye contact with boys, that’s the original you, Araddhya. Just relax. Diva’s thoughts only for the ink on paper. Just focus on the thoughts of how wrong he behaved with you, how he kidnapped you without your consent. How he kissed you without your consent. And now look at yourself, for this condition you are the only reason, you provoked him. Now stop your nonsense, either way he will harm you!!”

Harm! 

The word sounds so bad even in her ears. She knew he had an arrogant, confident, daring personality, maybe that needed to be a politician, but he never dared to be disrespectful towards her. He changed his small small habits only for her. He knew she overthinks, that’s why he started to explain more than needed. How she can even think that he will harm!!

The door unlocked. 

She tries to lift her head to see who, and a sting pain goes through the nape veins, and she drops back her head on the softest bed ever she saw. 

She closes her eyes, she knows who he is. She doesn’t need to see him. She is just waiting to see what stunt he pulls next. The sudden dip on the bed is proof, he is arriving towards her. She titles her head to the opposite side, closing her eyes. 

He slides his fingers over her forehead to move those bangs aside. She tries to stay still. He positioned himself almost lying beside her, resting head on the right hand, and leans to her ear to whisper, “Mohtarma, mujhe pata hai aap nehi soye hai.”

“Madam, I know you have not slept.”

She tries to control her breath, the way his warm breath is hitting her ear, enough to make her insane. 

He whispers again while sliding all fingers back side other than thumb, through her round cheek, “Jaan, Jaan, aapko pata hai na, mai aankho mai aankhe daalke baatien karna jaida pasand karta hu..”

“Darling, darling, do you know that I like to make eye contact the most, when I am saying something?”

When she doesn’t care to move, his forefinger and thumb grab her chin, and titles her face towards him, and the sudden jerk makes her look at him. 

The darkness. The darkness in his eyes, where she can be lost peacefully. He looks at her doe almond shaped eyes, he is feeling a different kind of thirst just for her eyes. In the whole situation the fine eyeliner just smudged all over her eyes, but still these eyes are looking pretty. 

Again he is feeling the urge to close the distance between themselves, wrapping hands around her, and pulling her into a soft kiss, but longer one, where he can show the purity of his love, which is now questioned in her mind. 

She is so lost to get to know when he decreased the distance between their lips. He blows a little air on her lips, to break the overwhelming gaze of her, “Mohtarma, aap mujhe aise ghurenge too aap ko firse kiss karne ka maan ho jayega … kya kare aab aap hii bataiye”

“Mohtarma, if you stare at me like this, I will feel like kissing you again… Now tell me what to do.”

The slight giggles in his voice makes her more embarrassed. She tries to put pressure on her hands to move her body side by side to create some safe distance between both. But it can happen if he allows it. 

He wraps her around her belly, just under her chest , and pulls her so easily just like a piece of paper, and her back collides to his chest, “Aap kitni weak hai meri Jaan, aapka trainer kaise behuda tha!!” 

“How weak you are my love, how ridiculous your trainer was!!”

She wiggles her body because it feels his light grip is so strong in front of her and she hates this fact. He can always win with this power. 

She grits her teeth, “Aap aise mujhpe force nehi kar sakte, meri haat khol dijiye, mujhe jaane dijiye, warna..”

“You can't force me like this, open my hands, let me go, otherwise....”

He hums, while snuggling his nose into her nape, and shoulder gap, “Warna!! Itni si to hai aap mere samne, kya hi kar lenge?”

"Otherwise!! You are so little in front of me, what will you do?”

Her heart starts beating crazily, the warm breath on her nape, is making her insane, “Pehle aa..aap mujhse du..uur hati..iye”

“Move first…you stay away from me.”

He brushes his nose tip up and down on her nape, “Qiu Jaan, aap aapna  control kho baithengi!!”

“Why Jaan, will you lose control!!”

She kicks her foot near his knees, to make a safe distance between them. But things went wrong, when he turns her body flat on the bed, and hover her body, holding the tie of her wrists above her head with a strong grip, “Mohtarma, shayed aap bhul rahe hai..”

“Madam, perhaps you are forgetting..”

She dares to speak up, “Kya hi kar lenge, aapke power se kitna hi ho payega.. Rape karke mere laash ehi kahi dafna denge… aur ky..”

“Whatever you will do, how much will you be able to do with your power… you will rape me and bury my body somewhere… and what else..”

She wasn't able to say anything other than a loud gasp, when he chokes her, tight grip around his little neck but not hurting her. He leans dangerously close to her face, “Aap haame itna gira hua samjhte hai!! To kiu na kuch gira hua kaam hi kiya jaai”

“You think I'm this cheap!! So why not do some of some cheap work?

He lifts his head, while his hand also lifts her head holding the neck, and leaves it with force on the bed. 

Every time, every fucking time, she wanted to speak up to get a land under her feet against him, making a safe distance between them, everything ruined more than before. 

The rage, the fire, she could see in his eyes, he could do anything. He is obsessed. He is totally obsessed with her, because before that he wasn't able to make any conversation with any girl. It’s just a pure toxic obsession to keep her close, because he couldn’t accept a rejection. He is just so young to understand those feelings. We are always immature when faced with our first love like infatuation, he is nothing exceptional. At least she thinks that. 

Love needs a littlebit of obsession, but obsession isn’t love. Love needs emotional attachment, but not all attachment is love. 

Her eyes filled with tears, the grip of his hand wasn’t tight to left bruises on her neck, but this night stabbed her heart for the rest of her life. Hope she can put a full stop here. 

Her voice shakes, “Chadra, please, try to understand me. You took me forcefully. We need to sit and talk rather than forcing yourself on me. It’s not love. At least accept the fact I am 3 years older than you, have enough experience in love..”

He turns her body with a swift, she just gasps loudly, “Chandraaa”. He makes a tight, more than need, fist around the tie of her deep square back of the white kurta, and rips it off, from the dress. Then again leans over her ear, to whisper, “Mai iha aaya tha aapko kuch khilane kiliye, paar….”

“I came here to give you some food, But….”

His hand moves towards the sleeves side on her left shoulder to grab it, an unwanted sob escaped from her throat, “Aap to khabi aise disrespectful nehi the, aap kiu kar rahe aisa…. Aap kiu nehi samjhte iye pyaar nehi hai… aap sirf obessed hai merese… aap rejection sah nehi saakte isliye aise behave kar rahe hai…”

“You are not so disrespectful towards me, why are you doing this…. You don’t understand what you are doing, you don’t love me… you are just obsessed with me… you don’t understand rejection, that is why you are behaving like this…”

He doesn’t reply a word, just parted his lips to put on her shoulder, and ignores her sobs until he is able to put a little red tint on her skin as he desired, “Lijiye aap jaise stories mai likhte the, waise aappe mera naam likh diya… aab se aap sirf mera hai, agar iye obsession kahiye, iya pyaar, aap ho to sirf mera hi.”

“Take it, the way you used to describe in stories just that way I marked my territory on you. Now, you are only mine. You can say obsession or love whatever, but you are mine.”

Words, like the ink on paper, can sound romantic, desirable, until it happens with you and gives you the terrific feeling, when those words get the voice. 

She pushed her head on the bed, the sobs intertwined with the bedsheet, making that wet too, “I hate you Chandra, hate you Mr. Chandra Sekhar Rathore”

He growls, “Enough is enough, Mohtarma, I was trying to put my best effort to convince you, and you…. What do you want in your life?? Do you know that, Mohtarma??”

She mumbles, “Naah, I hadn’t any idea, what I want from my life, but now I know what I want”

He unties the rubber band of her braid, with a tint of hope, “What do you want? Aap sirf bataiye, mai aapke liye puri dunia aapke payero ki niche…”

“What do you want? You just tell me, I will put the whole world at your feet for you…”

She collects all her power, and cuts his words in between, “I don’t want to see your face for the rest of my life”

His voice becomes soft with the sudden hurt, “What?”

She gains more power after hearing the soft voice, “You heard me well, Janab”

The braid falls from his hand. He silently lifts his body and sits beside her, and unties the dupatta from her hands, “Aap Janab se kuch maange aur woo na de iye bhi khaabhi ho sakta hai kya… aapko aajke baad meri muh nehi dekhni padegi jaab taaq aap nehi puchenge…”

“Is it possible that you ask for something from your Janab and he doesn't give it?… From today onwards you will not have to see my face unless you ask…”

She quickly sits on the bed when he unties it properly, and crawls otherside to make a safe distance from him. 

A bitter chuckle escapes from his mouth and stands on his feet, and goes towards the door, “Khana kha lijiye gaa, aur haa, aapko meri mu dikhna nehi padegi, paar aap aaj se ehi rahengi puri jindegi bhaar, aur agar aapne jaan leni ki jara shi bhi kosish ki to mujhse bura koi nehi hoga. Aap meri mohabbat ka naam junoon diya hai to wohi sahi, aaj se aap meri iss mahal mai kayed rahengi.”

“Eat the food, and yes, you will not have to see my face, from today onwards you will remain like this for the rest of your life, and if you even try to take your life then no one will be worse than me. You have given the name of my love as obsession, then let’s make it true, from today onwards you will be caged in my mansion.”