The Diamond

48. Slap

"Aah, I remember your stomach must be aching right?"

Now that gathered my attention and I looked at him. With anger.

"Nothing serious, I just injected you so it pains. Thought it would keep you under control, but you know what? I am impressed Little one."

My baby.

"I mean wow Little one, so much pain but still you are not crying and talking back. Impressive!"

"You bloody bastard don't you have any sense of humanity in you!!! One, you kidnap a marri-"

And he again jumped on me and twisted my same arm again.

"Dare you complete that sentence." He said.

"That won't change the truth."

And he twisted it again but this time more badly.

I screamed with pain.

"Melodious." He said and smiled.

"Why the fuck are you doing this!" I screamed.

"Because you are so fucking breakable." He said.

My heart was pounding with the speed of a bullet train.

I was feeling like I would die anytime with the pain he is giving me physically and with the pain I am having in my stomach because of his fucking injection.

"You know that day when you entered that conference hall. I had one word. Actually two I should say.

Fierce and Fuckable."

"Oh come on don't look at me like that Little one, I mean wow you were so drowned in tears that I felt a sudden urge to just hold you like this."

He said and grabbed my hair again from the neck area and came too close to me.

So close that his nose was touching mine.

"I wanted to hold you like this and lick every single tear of yours."

"And then throw you on that same conference table and break every inch of you to see those tears again."

And that's it.

No I couldn't control anymore.

I started to cry.

People might say I am weak.

But I know I can't control anymore.

I started to cry.

I can't.

Bittu I failed.

Amrit I-

And I cried even more.

"Aaah,,I like your tears doesn't mean you'll start sobbing like a baby." He taunted.

"Pagal insaan bande nu shanti naal ron taan de dede!"
(Stupid let a person cry in peace!)

With this I sobbed even more.

My heart was feeling like getting crushed under a car.

I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know what to think.

Or what to speak.

I just want to scream out loud and cry.

Dad used to say I am weak and immature.

And I used to protest saying "no I am not."

Now I understand why everybody used to hate weak female leads.