Mistake

9. Vow

"I shouldn't have done that", i murmured to myself and took out the box of food from the bag and started eating.

After 2 weeks

I lost track of time within the confines of this wretched place, unsure of how many days had slipped away without a glimpse of that devilish captor. Amidst the darkness, Arman became my consistent visitor, a source of comfort in the form of daily food deliveries. In this desolation, he transformed into the big brother I had never known. A flicker of hope ignited within me as the devil seemed to have vanished from sight for days. Perhaps, I thought, he had wearied of tormenting me. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and I clung to the belief that my ordeal might be coming to an end. However, a chilling whisper disrupted my fragile peace. "Jasmine," echoed through the emptiness, causing me to lightly slap my cheek in disbelief. Had his malevolence crept into my mind? Yet, the sound of approaching footsteps confirmed a different reality. I sat on the cold floor, my back turned to the door, unable to see who had arrived.

Immobility seized me as I attempted to flee, yet my body refused to heed my desperate commands. A chill crawled down my spine as someone knelt behind me, an unsettling presence inching closer. My back tingled as something grazed it, amplifying the unease that enveloped me. Then, a deep, husky voice sliced through the silence, filling the room with its sinister resonance. "Hello there, Jasmine." The air carried the bold, musky, and woody notes of a familiar cologne, an olfactory reminder of the man responsible for my captivity. Disgust clawed at me, but before I could dwell on it, pain surged through me. He seized my nape, his grip unrelenting, and with brutal force, he thrust my face into the cold, hard ground. A scream tore from my throat, a visceral reaction to the abrupt and brutal outburst.

"Don't you fucking dare to ignore me, Meri Jaan," the devil's words pierced the air as I struggled on the unforgiving floor. My entire being revolted against the man, and the endearment 'Meri Jaan' only fueled my contempt. "JAANE DO MUJHE,"(Let me go) I screamed, a plea for release, but he responded with an increase in force. "Mujh pe chilao mat", (Don't you dare yell at me) his cold voice cut through my desperate cries, a stark reminder that I couldn't act freely in this hellish confinement. Survival became my singular focus. Gradually, his grip on my nape loosened, allowing me to exhale a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. His fingers trailed through my hair, and I winced as he plucked out a strand.

I wearily sat back up, distancing myself from the devil's imposing presence. Observing him holding the strand of my hair, a frown involuntarily etched on my face. When our eyes met once again, I hastily looked away, unwilling to engage with the malevolence before me. "Idhar aao,"(come here) the devil commanded. Attempting to ignore him, I heard his exasperated sigh. "Tum humesha mujhe gussa dilane mai kyu lagi rehti ho, Meri Jaan?"(Why do you always plan on getting on my nerves, my love?) he questioned, and the term 'Meri Jaan' sent shivers down my spine. I cringed at the familiarity. Ignoring my reluctance, he seized my ankle and forcibly pulled me towards him, causing my shirt to slide up. Panicking, I attempted to push it down, but it was too late. His eyes lingered on my thighs for a moment before locking onto my face once more. "Arman se zyada chipko mat,"(Don't get too close with arman) he growled menacingly, his words fueling the rising anger within me.

"Aap se puchke dosti nahi karni maine,"(I don't have to ask you whether if i should or shouldn't talk to anyone) I retorted defiantly. His reaction was immediate – closing his eyes, tensing his jaw. When he opened his eyes, he harshly cupped my jaw, causing me to wince at the sudden and forceful contact. Desperately, I tried to pry his large hand away from my face. "Meri Jaan, kyu tum tumhari jaan se haath dhona chahti ho?"(My love, why are you so aimed at losing your life?) he spoke through gritted teeth, his face dangerously close to mine. Despite the undeniable handsomeness that radiated from him, my heart harbored only hatred and disgust for the devil before me. "Sirf aap lage ho humari jaan ke piche, Khalid,"(The only one who wants to kill me is you khalid)) I shot back, my defiance met with a chilling chuckle from him. My face tensed as he responded, "Aap ke liye ye mazak hoga, humare liye nahi."(This might be a joke for you but it's not for me) The realization hit hard – my life was nothing more than a cruel joke to him. The sting of that truth made my eyes swell with emotion.

"Mazak tha, lekin ab nahi hai,"(It was a joke but not anymore) he spoke with a seriousness that sent a shiver down my spine. His hand remained firmly on my jaw, and I watched with trepidation as he drew closer. His lips hovered just inches away from mine, and I felt a paralyzing fear – unwilling to let him claim my first kiss. "Yaha se tum kabhi bhaag nahi sakti, Meri Jaan,"(You can never run away from here, my love) he asserted, but my focus remained fixated on his lips. My silent prayer pleaded with the gods to prevent our lips from meeting, but his words drew me back to reality. "K-kya?"(w-what?) I stammered out, and he withdrew his hand, standing up. "Arman se chipkna maat, varna tum janti ho kya hoga,"(Don't get too close with arman or you will have to face the consequences) he warned before leaving the room. I gazed down at my trembling hands, tears streaming down my face. "Mai aapke samne, aapke nazaro ke samne se bhaag jaungi Khalid,"(I will run away right infront of you, right infront of your eyes khalid) I vowed, determined to escape from his sight, from his gaze.

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