Attraction

21. Guilt

He held her close to him, in his arms as they both sat on the sofa. She had been crying softly and still her small sobs weren't ceasing. Her whole form was shaking with her little hiccups as she was wearing one of his shirts that reached her mid thighs.

When he had demanded to know the reasons, she had started to cry and wasn't even stopping yet now her sobs alleviated to tiny hiccups as he waited patiently.

"What happened, Roshanay?" he asked, tracing her brows with his thumb.

Her drenched lashes opened and revealed her amber eyes to him.

"I'm v-very scared," she muttered at last, "Very scared,"

"Of what?" His voice was soft.

She looked down and scooted away from him so there was space between them. Looking up and down at him with fear in her eyes, she found it hard to utter the words. The words of truth.

'That I was a prostitute'

These words were at the tip of her tongue but she didn't have enough courage to utter these.

Her body, badly beaten and a hole in her head due to the bullet he fired was what she imagined herself as.

He would kill her the same way he killed that man in the basement.

Who knows what ran in his mind?

Who knows how barbaric he could get just by knowing the truth?

Apart from that, who would accept a prostitute as his wife?

If he would come to know of what she had been doing then she would also become like those men who came there to extract pleasure from her. For whom a woman's body is just a device meant for pleasure.

All men were alike.

They all were same. They all cared about the sexual pleasures they wanted to gain by a woman's body.

If he came to know she would get the same treatment from him.

No.

No!

No!!

She would never tell him the truth. She would never wanted to be treated like a slut again.

"Roshanay?" he called and that's when her trance broke.

"Huh?" her head shot towards him.

"What are you scared of?" he asked.

Her tongue was tied at this point. She was clueless of what response she should give to him. Only the truth was making its ugly head protrude of all the thoughts that ran in her mind.

She couldn't let him near her then he would know she wasn't a virgin and when he would ask again, eventually she would have to tell the truth. She was fearful of close proximity. Fearful of all the men. Fearful of being intimate with any.

All the doors were closed for her. All she could see was just darkness. No door of hope could be seen. She felt everything closing in on her.

What would he do to her if he came to know?

Throw her out?

Then where she would go?

Beat her and then force himself upon her just like them?

Would he.....

"Roshanay?" His voice got suddenly serious and dark, making her whimper.

She immediately stood up and began to walk back from him.