Mahira's pov
He ripped apart the only shirt which was covering my body and i cried as he did so. I tried covering my body with my hands but it was of no use. I backed away from him only for him to step towards me. It went on until my back hit the wall making me scared shitless. I just wanted to run away. Run away from him. He stood right infront of me and stared at me. "P-please", I cried out begging him to let me go but I knew he wasn't going to. "Mahira agli baar se agar tum ne meri baatein nhi mani toh mujhse bura koi nhi hoga, mai joh kahunga tum voh karogi",(Mahira, if you dare not to listen to my words, I swear the consequences won't be sweet. You gotta follow my orders) i heard him speak and I gulped down in fear. "Samajh gayi?",(Did you understand?) He asked and i couldn't comprehend what he just said. Soon i felt his hand on my waist, his fingers dug into my skin making me cry more and I finally nodded giving in. "Words Jasmine", he spoke with his calm, husky voice but I knew he was far away from being calm.
"J-ji",(y-yes) I cried out. He was doing all the things which I hated. I hated crying, I hated his touch, I hated his eyes on me, I hated his presence but I knew he was doing it all intentionally. He chuckled darkly at my response and grabbed my arm and started dragging me somewhere. Bathroom, a bathroom. He dragged me to a bathroom and pushed me in and soon followed in, closing the door behind him. I felt his presence behind me and i froze at my place. My brain started playing different scenarios in my head making me shiver. Why? I didn't even let my own mummy see me like this. I never showed my body to my own mother after i grew up but here i was just in my undergarments infront of this man. He turned on the shower and I felt the cold water pierce through my skin. I gasped loudly at the contact and started shivering. I tried stepping away only for him to grab me by my waist and pull me back towards him. My small back crashed against his hard, broad chest and I tried removing his hand off my waist but his grip tightened more. More tears fell down as i felt helpless.
The only heat source right now for me was his body. His chest radiated heat and i couldn't help but lean in. I was hungry and I felt my legs on the verge of giving in as i struggled to stand up straight. My body was aching badly and i felt my eyes closing in. I tried to stay awake but i couldn't, that cold water was way too much for me to handle and I closed my eyes letting my legs give in.
After 4 hours
I woke up feeling cold I looked around only to find myself back in that dark room. I sat up and looked down at my body and saw myself in a white shirt which was double my size. It reached about my knees and my chest was completely visible as the shirt was way too big but I knew who it belonged to. It smelled like him, Khalid and I couldn't help but feel disgusted. There was nothing but disgust for him in my heart. I heard my stomach growl as I was hungry and hadn't eaten anything over a day. My thoughts went to my family and my friends. My friends must have started to search me and might have informed mummy by now. A tear rolled down my cheeks and i brushed it off with the sleeve of my shirt.
I longed to reunite with my family and friends, a desperate desire to escape the suffocating atmosphere that surrounded me. As I whispered these thoughts to myself, I straightened my posture, realizing I needed to find a way out, to survive. Lost in the labyrinth of my contemplations, I failed to notice Arman's silent presence until the discreet sound of his cough filled the room, announcing his arrival. "Arman," I called out in a measured voice, and he approached, holding something in his hands—a small bag. He knelt down to my level and handed it to me, uttering, "Ye lo"(take it). Confusion painted my expression as I peered inside the bag, only to find sustenance staring back at me. Tears welled up, and an involuntary smile broke through. Arman had brought food, a gesture that spoke louder than words. Without a second thought, I threw myself into his arms, finding solace in the strength of his embrace. My arms encircled his shoulders, and amidst tears, I expressed my gratitude. He reciprocated the hug, patting my head soothingly. In those moments, I found the comfort I desperately needed. As the minutes passed, I gradually composed myself and pulled away, meeting Arman's eyes with a thankful smile. However, as abruptly as he had appeared, he stood up and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more.
"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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