His Beloved

7

"I want to tell you something." He stated remorselessly, nonchalant. Unbothered by the fact that he just kissed me forcefully, standing in the hallway of the Haveli, on the anniversary of the deaths of the haveli's beloved people.

I did the only thing, that could be the best response, in my perspective at least. I slapped him, hard. Right on his left cheek. The impact of the slap so hard, his face tucked to the side. I felt my senses as well as self respect returning.

His face turned all red in furiousness. He looked ready to murder. Only I knew how much I wished, I'd take that slap back, because only I knew what he did next.

Grabbing my hair harshly, he pulled me towards the balcony on the back of the Haveli. The tugs so harsh, if he didn't stop, I'd end up having no hair on my head. I screamed and yelled, but no one heard my cries. He groaned as he stepped into the balcony, closing the door behind. He left me with a jerk, as I firmed my steps on the floor. He started taking steps my way, as I backed away the more he tried closing the distance. Just as my back touched the railings, I knew I was doomed but still tried a fail attempt to get away, but as if he guessed my next move, he grabbed me hurriedly and pushed me firm on the railing. He was so close, all stuck to me unwaveringly. My hands on the railing behind, as to hold me from not falling down on my back from there.

His one hand gripped my duppatta that was loosely hanging around my neck, the other took a hold of my shoulder and pushed me a little away, that way, my body was dangling on the railing, I was almost dropped to the ground, one hard push and I'd be in a hospital. My hands were bound down on the railing, gripping on it as tightly as possible.

I feared loosing my life like this, it was a little height from over here on the balcony. I wanted to achieve so much. If he wanted to kill me then directly shoot me, choke me or better break my neck but don't push me down, what if I survive, I'd be handicapped for the rest of my life. I'll be a liability to my family, the family I love dearly. The family I wanted to see at peace always.

"Pl-please." I begged, just as pathetically as I sounded. It was a fair thing to do right now. I had no faith in him, he could even drop me and wouldn't even care. A bastard he was.

Smirking on my plea, or on the way I plead, all bare to him, even though I had cloths on me. I felt so exposed.

He trailed his hand which was on my shoulder up my neck, and gripped it tightly, as if choking me. I had my eyes closed, lips sealed in, not wanting his lips on mine.

"Look at me Haya." He said it so softly, so softly, that I had to open my eyes wide to see if he was really the same man. His lips stretched a little, pleased.

"I-I-" I tried speaking but he tightened his hold on my neck a little, just a little to shut me up.

"Haya, tum. Sirf. Meri ho." He gritted out, his face so close, his breaths fanned my neck. As a gasp escaped my lips involuntarily. I tried shaking my head, tried denying, yet he just grabbed my hair, ceasing my movements.

(You. Are. Only. Mine)

Raising a one right eyebrow, he challenged me. His face menacing, as his eyes held so much anger, that I almost cowered away.

"Don't forget Haya, ever. Tum sirf Meri ho. Hamesha, hamesha ke liye."

(You are mine. For forever)

He gave me a peck on my puckered out lips one last time before straightening himself up. Placing my veil on my head, and wrapping it around my shoulders, he stepped away. Admiring his work. I just slumped my shoulders, all too ready to give up.

I heard his footsteps retreating before I couldn't hear them anymore. I just flopped down on the marble floor, unable to hold myself firm. I placed my hand on my mouth as I screamed into it. Sobs after sobs escaped my lips, my shoulders hunched, I dreaded going down. I dreaded facing everyone, I dreaded ever crossing that disgusting man again.

My foot, I am his.

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"Api are you alright?" I was snapped out of my self loathe, As I heard Fariya making her way inside the room, opening the fan. She picked up my shawl sprawled down on the bed.

"Huh?" I looked around the room, breathing in relief, I was in my house, my safe haven. It was just another nightmare in broad daylight. He couldn't do anything to me. He can't harm me in my own house.

I will never accept his proposal. If he thinks, I forgot whatever he did to me almost two years back. I just went there, to make it all stop. What he does to me, for me. Making his men follow me around, I wanted it to stop. He was keeping tabs on me. He was f****d up in the head, if he thinks I will ever forgive him for what he did to me. His actions didn't justify what he went through his whole childhood.

If he so much as loathed women, why not me? It was far better he hates me then obsesses over me.

It was the first time he touched me that day in Haveli almost two years back. He was sick, if he thinks I will pay a blind eye on his monstrous behavior. He didn't stop his psychotic ways even after that. He had cornered me a couple of times more as well. All too engraved in my mind.

But, but he looked far too composed from before. He had less self control back then, but now, it looked as if he did work on his self control. But then again it won't make a difference for me. He will still remain a egoistic pathetic b***h to me.