Hlo darlings
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The sun rose high in the sky but the brightness it brought couldn’t brighten Anika’s life. She stirred a bit and shut her eyes tightly as the sun rays made it difficult for her to keep them open. Her limbs seemed as if she was beaten to no ends, but what happened with her was worst than this, wasn’t it ?
A sudden, extreme burning sensation reached her brain and she cried painfully. Her eyes opened wide and she looked at the sadistic man who made her feel that a beastly aura was surrounding her being. Her hand was wet with the boiling hot coffee as he was still emptying the coffee machine on her hand. She couldn’t even pull her hand back because he held her forearm tightly.
She started blowing air on her wound which was a failed attempt to soothe the burning sensation. Painful tears poured out of her eyes like an endless stream and he smiled, rather smirked as if he just won the whole wide world.
“Such a relief it is to see you like this. It gives my heart a chilling sensation to see you burning,” he said as he grasped her burnt hand and rubbed her wound as if attempting to rub her skin off her hand, “What ? Why are you crying, when I’ve just started. There’s so much to come, Ms. Mistress.” He jerked her hand away and asked her to follow him.
Anika looked at the various western dresses kept in the room and she looked at each of them carefully, trying to find something descent but found none, her gaze at those dresses was mistaken by him to be her greed.
“I don’t wear such clothes.” Said Anika, fearing the consequences and he said exactly what she had expected, “Why ? Are they too descent and not sufficiently revealing ?” to which she could only stay silent because she knew he wouldn’t believe her anyway.
He left the room and she went to the washroom and sat under the shower, the pain in her hand reduced by the pain in her heart. She felt helpless, crippled and what not. She went out of the room and met Priyanka and Janvi in the corridor and asked for something she could wear but they ignored her as if she was an ant whom they could easily crush under their feet but did not. She tried to talk to any female staff but they didn’t want to lose their jobs because of this ‘nasty’ woman.
All her attempts failed and she sat on the floor leaning to the wall near the pool. She shivered badly but she couldn’t do anything except digging her head between her knees folded close to her chest. She heard a voice calling her rudely and she looked at the source of the voice only to find Janvi standing there.
“Your clothes are in the room. Don’t assume that your drama of being an innocent girl made me feel for you. I just didn’t want my house to look like your brothel.” Said Janvi and left from there giving her a stare that Anika felt would burn her.
She changed into a simple anarkali and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The beauty of that designer outfit couldn’t lessen the puffiness of her eyes that had cried themselves to sleep. The beauty of the dress couldn’t hide her miseries that escaped her mouth in the form of sobs. She looked at the black beaded thread and didn’t know why, tied it around her neck, may be to make herself believe that she wasn’t a mistress but a wife, namesake though.
Lost in her own thoughts she didn’t realise that she, her nuptial chain and her tears were being observed, creating a pang in the observer’s heart that made his brain rebuke him for pitying this damned woman.
“So obsessed with her own self, Ms. Mistress, that she didn’t even notice someone is here.” Thought an angry Shivaay and smirked as an idea striked his head.
Anika looked at the broken glass and then at Shivaay who was looking at something in his phone or to say pretending to be busy. “Don’t stand there like a Queen, remove the glass pieces from here.” Said Shivaay and she bent down to pick those pieces that she would’ve picked even if he had not ordered her to do so.
He looked at her surprised as she didn’t argue with him, he looked at her hand that was red because of the burns but was he feeling pity on her, guilty or, was it the satisfaction of being able to do what he wanted ? “It was satisfaction” he decided to choose what was consistent with his mind and stepped on her hand and went out of the room leaving a wincing Anika behind.
She bandaged her hands and her feet and then went downstairs despite knowing what would welcome her there -- taunts and disgust filled glares. She stood at a distance from the dining table where her beast husband stood with a smile on his face and served breakfast to his mother, his little sister and his two brothers. He was bad with her but could she say the same about his behaviour with his family ? No, she couldn’t.
There’s no chance she would go infront of them and ruin their peaceful, happy moments. She sighed, unknown to her a pair of eyes saw her looking at them. It was Rudra, who then nudged Om to look at her. They were the only persons who didn’t say anything to her yesterday, but that didn’t mean they thought of her as innocent. She was a home wrecker for them as she she was for others in their family, the difference was, they didn’t voice out their opinions about her.
“Ah ! Ms. Mistress, you’re late. But it’s ok. It's your first rasoi you know, so go and cook something sweet for the family you once wanted to ruin.” Said the beast who saw her turning towards the stares to go back to their namesake room. She looked at his smile that she knew had a wicked intention behind it. He came towards her and dragged her to the kitchen with her hand in his tight grip.
She stared at him for a few minutes to see if he would say something else but he gestured her to cook and she did. He came back to the kitchen with a first aid box to change her bandage. She stared his face as he was doing his work, not knowing his intentions behind this care.
She picked the bowl of halwa and went towards the dining table followed by Shivaay. She served everyone with her hands still shivering with fear, not because she didn’t trust him but because she didn’t trust her fate.
What happened next was expected and seeing her husband’s wicked smile. She didn’t have to think how it happened. His care was all a drama to ruin the dish. Everyone spat out the halwa as it was too spicy and her husband took out his anger by feeding her that spicy halwa forcefully despite knowing that it was he himself who asked a servant to mix chilli powder in it when he was bandaging her hand. That moment she realised that his hatred for her was way more than she had thought.
Everyone left from there leaving her to herself. Om and Rudra followed Shivaay to talk about this matter. They didn’t care who that girl was, all they care about was their brother’s life. He was destroying his life by doing all of this. They didn’t want him to do all of this.
“Shivaay, why are you doing all of this ? We don’t care if she’s responsible for Mr. Oberoi’s deeds. If he is like this then no one else could be blamed. Don’t ruin your life because of that person.” Om said his heart out and Shivaay turned to face them with anger in his eyes.
“It is her fault. He is like this from the beginning, I know, but I had done everything to keep him away from all of this and it was that mistress who failed my plans. She is at fault more than Mr. Oberoi and I don’t care about anything. She will have to pay for my sister and my mother’s tears.” Shivaay said and left from there ignoring Rudra who was about to say something.
“What if Dadi got to know what he has done ? She will be shattered. She is already so worried about him and his future.” Asked Rudra in a concern filled voice and Om shook his head because he himself had no answer to this question.
Om and Rudra met Anika at the doorstep of Shivaay’s room and she stood aside to let them go, without meeting their eyes. Bearing someone’s silent accusations gives more pain than listening someone’s taunts, she knew that. She had experienced this yesterday when these two looked at her and went away silently.
She closed the door and sat there silently, thinking about her Dadi, her Chacha ji and Chachi. What would happen to them ? She always knew that her Chacha ji and Chachi despised her to no limits but her hopes kept her alive and making her Dadi alright was keeping her alive all these years. She wanted to talk to them but her phone wasn’t with her. She didn’t know what to do to prove her innocence.
She kept thinking and crying whole day until she slept as her senses gave in to the tiredness. Shivaay, who came to the room at night, looked at her pale face, bandaged hands and feet. He couldn’t suppress the ache in his heart but his brain was dominating his actions who said that he didn’t have any reason to feel guilty. It was her fault that she chose to ruin someone’s married life.
“Did she eat anything from the morning ?” Asked Shivaay from a maid and she nodded negatively. “Go to my room and make sure she eats, from now on its your daily task to do.” Said Shivaay and left towards his study, to avoid seeing Anika.
After an hour or so when he entered his room it was empty. He looked at the poolside and she was sitting at the same place as yesterday, the food plate kept there untouched.
“I told that mistress to eat but she didn’t listen to me and pushed me out of the room.” The maid answered upon being questioned by Shivaay, assuming that he will punish that mistress and not her.
“Didn’t I tell you to feed her, which meant to stay there until she eats ? Get out. You’re fired.” Shivaay shouted at the maid who was crying and shivering with fear. The anger was not because of not feeding Anika but for calling her a mistress. This one thing was out of control of his dominating mind. He could do anything with her but no one else had the right to call her like that. This negative possessiveness was out of his control.
He went to the poolside and saw her staring at the pool without blinking her eyes. “Eat this.” Shivaay ordered her but she looked at him, then at the food and then fixed her gaze where it was before.
“I said eat, or else you’ll see the worst side of me.” Shivaay pulled her towards himself and said in his usual, dangerously calm voice but she didn’t move from her place that led in Shivaay to pick her up in his arms, taking her to the room he forced her to eat.
“Don’t get it wrong, I can’t let you die so easily. It’s me who have the right to kill you every day, every second.” He said, not knowing whether he was giving a justification to her or to himself.
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Ahem ! Am I cruel ? I don't know because I've realised, writing torture scenes isn't my cup of tea😢 Do tell me and also, don't forget to vote and give your reviews.
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