The bright light emitted into the room as her frame lay over lazily on the bed with her hand stretched a little while having the blanket wrapped around her.
Her hairs fell over her face as the air had been playful with them making them fly at random times. The light shone on her face but the marks on her body shone more promise than the light. The blanket lay lifeless like her as her dainty foot peeked out of the blanket while her hands were hugged to her chest.
Her eyes fluttered, nuzzling her face in the pillow sleepily in the process of waking up. Opening her eyes she looked around. Her body felt a little different and weak. Blinking, she cleared the blurriness as the room came into her view. She grew attentive as slowly she gathered the blanket around her though she was dressed as she got up in a sitting position as her eyes wandering carefully searching if he was here when suddenly his voice startled her.
"You woke up"?
Startled, she turned around and looked over her shoulder as he came from the balcony with a glass in his hand as he wore track pants with his bare torso. She didn't reply to anything and looked away from him.
"Get freshen up We should have a brunch".
His deep voice sent shivers down her spine as he put the glass on the furniture he walked to his desk and started rummaging through his files. When he didn't feel her walking to the washroom he looked at her. A scoffed smile stretched on his lips as he saw her struggling in the sheets to get down. And then he remembered a thing.
"Are you still feeling the pain"?
He asked and she looked at him with zero expressions and blinked and then looked down at her tummy through the sheets. She didn't feel any pain when she woke up. Maybe the pill was effective. But now she is attentive and awake she realizes that there is still a little pain that can be ignored. But he need not to know that. Maybe he would leave her if she said she was still in pain.
She nodded her head at him, still looking down.
"Words".
He demanded but she only looked at him before getting down from the bed and walking to the washroom. His glass-holding hand stopped in mid-way as his stare followed her blankly.
Did she give him an attitude?
He thought as he looked at the closed door but eventually shrugged it. Today the weather seemed light and hoped her mood was light as well instead of crying in the bathroom.
*****
The running tap water sound resonated in the silent washroom as the curled figure sat in the water-filled bathtub. Roughly she swiped away the tears as she cried with fear and disgust.
Yesterday he touched her. He did dirty things to her. The marks on her body are stark proof of what he did. Except that he took her virginity but didn't proceed further. She doesn't know whether to be thankful or not.
He is the stepbrother of her late husband and these are the sins he is doing with her.
She put her hand on her mouth to muffle her sobs. Though she isn't the one, in fact, reluctant to commit all such sins, she feels guilty towards her husband and her morals for sleeping with his brother. But she isn't the one initiating neither the corporating one. She is not the one to be blamed. It's all him. It is he who is forcing himself on her. She isn't sinful here. It's all him.
She fought the devils of her "self-blaming" and chose to stay with the logic. If it wasn't about her photos she wouldn't have done anything.
There were days in the past when she used to think about horrible possibilities like this one. Like blackmailed or even worse raped. Where she used to think she would commit suicide if such things happened to her.
She remembered her decisions vividly. She thought she will commit suicide for sure if someone rapes her or takes her nude picture and circulate them. Now grown up and living in such conditions she couldn't find herself to kill her own. Everything above she didn't find her dare to kill herself. She is a coward for death. Or by now she would have died. She still wishes to die. But she couldn't. She fears for some sins and virtues against god. She has no choice but to just keep walking. She believes he will lead her on the path and get her out of it.
With that determination, she took a bath cleaning her skin stark neat. Her skin got a few rashes with excess washing. After what felt like long hours she still sat in the washroom wishing she may not see him and moreover, she was just in a robe. And going out in a robe in front of such a man is just like a meat kept in front of a crocodile.
But his continuous knocking on the door made her compelled to open the door.
Coming out of the washroom she stepped out and kept her gaze to the floor as his foot came into his vision. He is dangerously close to her as he is standing just by the door, close to her. Slowly she turned around and closed the door of the washroom and tried slipping away from the side space between the door and him. She was yet to escape him when his hand blocked her way as he planted his hand on the right side. Before she could even think to move left he put his hand on the left side as well as she was trapped between his arms.
He leaned down close to her face to her level and kept getting close enough that his nose touched her cheek and she was trying to sidestep to avoid his closeness. He had a play with her as she tried to dodge the closeness by stepping here and there but he made it impossible for her until she gave up and stood immobile with her face facing down.
And when he had enough he planted his lips on her and gave her a savage kiss. Repelling away from her his eyes scanned from top to bottom as he lustfully gazed at her glistening shiny body. Mainly her thighs.
Oh. Did he say that her thighs are the best part and his most favorite part. She has thick juicy thighs that could make a man fall on his knees. One could worship them with so much devotion. Though she doesn't have a big booty she surely had large creamy thighs.
He looked back at her again to find her staring at the floor as the water dropped down from her wet strands. He walked away from her saying he would be waiting for her in the kitchen for brunch before closing the door.
Her eyes blankly roamed around and she saw a cotton saree placed on the bed. The blouse looked readymade and was a bit loose to her. But she managed to wear it and drape her saree over her shoulder.
She searched for a bindi in the drawers of his dressing table but all she found were scent bottles and nothing else. Closing it she walked to the common door of his room and her old room and walked into her old ones. Locking the door she sat on the old cot after dusting away the invisible dust. It looked a little dusty but not too much.
(Bindi - a decorative dot worn in the middle of the forehead, esp by Hindu women).
Sitting on the cot she looked around the empty room she spent for a few days when he put her in this room. Now she is looking at this room and she feels a little nostalgic. Just how the days she spent in this room are a little better than now. And she can't help but think how she packed everything from this room excited that she is finally out of this house only for him to pluck her and put her back in his house. From then everything is horrible. She didn't want to think about depressive thoughts anymore and tried to divert her brain.
She doesn't want to be with him. Or want to have a meal with him. It disgusts her. And that's why she chose to sit in this room and pass the time instead of having a meal with him or staying in that room which reminds her of her misery. Till now, yesterday's flashbacks with him on the bed managed to not come into her brain since her grief is focused on what she lost. But as soon as she was thankful for that yesterday's night's event started to hit in full flow. She immediately shook her head and sighed. Taking free deep breaths she started to chant the Gayatri mantra for she believed it would remove all the impurity and bring back the sanctity. Folding her legs properly she closed her eyes and began to chant as it was truly helping her to divert her mind when suddenly the door slammed open. Startled, she gasped in fear as her head whipped to the door on hearing the door sound.
He stormed in as he stood in front of her with his jaw clenched and brows furrowed.
"What did I tell you"?
He questioned as her eyes dropped down and her hands fidgeted with each other in tension. His eyes followed her actions for a moment before he asked again
"What did I tell you?".
His voice grew high and demanding as she opened her mouth to say something but closed again.
"Don't fucking test my patience"?
"Y-you asked me to come down...for brunch".
She completed it and he corrected her.
"I didn't ask you. I ordered. What. Are. You. Doing. Here ".
"I-am sorry".
" All you got is pathetic sorry to say".
Saying that he gripped her wrist and began to drag her down the stairs to the kitchen while she struggled to match his speed. And though the pain subdued away it pained a little when she walked speedily.
Taking her to the kitchen he seated her at the kitchen counter while he sat opposite to her as he already placed the plate filled with food in front of their respective places.
"Eat".
He ordered as he started to take a bite from his food when he found her immobile as she stared at the food deep in thought. He continued glaring at her until she looked up at him on feeling his heated gaze. His warning eyes gave her his message and she immediately started digging in her food.
His anger slowly subdued as he saw her eating food like a pecking bird. His eyes involuntarily, by its own, used to take glances at her while having his meal. Stirring the food, taking small bites, her damp hair, shining skin, her downcast eyes..... her everything is being a distraction for him. He lost count of how many times he kept on taking glances at her. Soon he finished his meal and he waited for her to complete as she was taking her sweet time to complete the food. As if she is prolonging it wanted. But soon even after her brunch was finished she put the spoon on the plate as she sat there ideally as her eyes roamed in uncertainty.
"Finished"?
He asked and her eyes looked up at him. He had his arms folded to his chest making his body look more bulkier. He looked calm and he even had a more normal expression than the grumpy ones. She is thankful. Him being in a bad mood gives her anxiety. Hesitantly she nodded at him in response.
Then suddenly he smiled at her as his eyes conveyed his message. His need. And she understood it. It's just that continuous thirsty look from him that makes it obvious for her to understand. In the past, she used to not know what that stare meant but now, she is very well known. She dreaded knowing his real intention. He is looking at her hungrily.
"Then let's go to the bedroom".
Saying that he walked to her and lifted her up in his arms as he began to climb up the stairs with the scared figure in his arms.
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