Curse Of Love| 18+

2) Master

What about people like me ? Poor, average, stupid and ugly are supposed to do ? Are we supposed to be quiet? 

Get raped and be quiet.

Get sold and be quiet.

Get called a slut but be quiet.

Get skinned alive but be quiet. 

Get chained like a pet and be quiet. 

Quiet. Always be quiet. 

“I cherished you, do you know that ?” he whispered against my lips. Something new brewing in his mind..the madness he carries like his favourite weapon resurfacing in those circles of hazel orbs.

It was the weapon sharpened for my destruction. I know that.

“That is why you were kissing her,” I don't know why I said it but I did..the moment I saw him kissing some other girl that night and then locking the door behind me I knew that he was fed up with me, he was bored with me and my body.

I would be lying if I say I was not happy. I was ecstatic.

Him kissing some other woman before my eyes was proof that he didn't want me any more. It gave me hope to get free from his clutch. I have already spent day and night waiting for someone to come and take me away from him. 

That night I knew only I had the power to free myself. That letter became my only motivation and I ran away from him.

Breaking the promise, the bondage of a master and slave I ran away only to be caged by him again.

“Are you jealous my little slut?” he asked, his eyes shining with mirth..I can also see happiness in them, maybe satisfaction too. 

Jealous? I was happy to see him with another woman. Can't he understand such a simple thing. 

“No,” I said, my vacant eyes looking back at him without any fear. I never fear accepting my truth.

At the end of day only truth can save the innocent.

His nose flared, eyes which were blank and calm suddenly turned deep with redness of anger. He was not expecting that reply from me. 

He grabbed my thin hair in a harsh grip and tilted my head to one side,"Such a long tongue you have got sweet rose," he hissed right on my lips. "From where do you find this strength to whisper a lie to me," he gritted out, his eyes sharpening as a laser. 

Lie ? 

I wanted to laugh on his face. He was thinking I was lying to him. He was thinking I am jealous of that girl whom he was kissing. I just wanted to laugh at his stupidity but I know the consequences of laughing right on his face.

Beating. 

A good rough beating. 

Moreover good or bad he was my master. 

He is the one who feeds my empty stomach though in exchange for it he takes my body, my soul, my respect, everything away but still he is my master.

The dark god of my broken destiny.

"Answer me sweet rose from where do you find this strength to whisper a lie to me," he roared on my face, from my peripheral view I saw uncle George giving me a look of pity and sorry. 

It's okay uncle George I am habitual to all this thing. 

Not wanting to hurt him by my word or by the look of my eyes I looked down submitting myself to him.

After all I am just a slave. I am accepting this now and I will remember this for forever. 

….

Shivoham smirked seeing her bowing her head to him. It was satisfying his fueled up ego. With another tug on her silver chain he brought her face close to his and pressed his lips to her in a deep kiss.