The Black Coat *UNDER EDITING*

Chapter 56 The Cuffs

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Pankhuri looked around the room with great fear in her heart. Not knowing how she reached there but she certainly was. The last thing that her mind can load was her getting completely drenched and moving inside her room to change her clothes.

And then he came grabbing her from behind after that it was all blur. She looked around as the fear clouded her and tears pooled her eyes, she didn't know what to do. So she threw the blanket that she was covered with and got out of the bed. Rubbing the tears off her eyes she walked towards the door and held the knob rightly in her grip.

She swiftly turned it around expecting it to open but to her fear it didn't. Her eyes widened as she realized she was struck back in the cage. She didn't exactly know how she should react in this situation other than letting the tears blur her eyes even more. Her heart fastened and her body turned pale.

Will she go through all that again?

Will she be tied again and fucked till he is full or no more wants to.

Or

Will he again make fake promises and then break them.

Every time he broke them her heart also broke into million pieces, for no reason.

Pankhuri looked around for a few moments before walking back to the door, she twisted the doorknob again and again in order to open it or at least to make Chintan come and open it from wherever he was.

'No...no... No... No... no... Chintan...no...no... Open this door' Pankhuri's volume increased with her every No. And till the time she had reached the last, she was banging on the door as fast as she could. Her face had become a complete mess by now. Her hairs all messed up, tears wetting her face and smudging her kajal, that was applied to her eyes.

'CHINTAN SINGHAL... OPEN THIS DOOR...YOU CAN'T CAGE ME AGAIN, YOU CAN'T BREAK ME as YOU DID FOR ALL THOSE TIMES...NO' she started to sob loudly. Her whole body shook under the effect of her sorrow.

While sobbing she left the doorknob and turned around to look at the room. She knew she will have to get out of here, anyhow. She ran towards the nightstand and picking it up she threw it causing it to shatter into if not in more pieces than her heart then at least not less than that.

She gasped because of such a loud sound, but she didn't want to stop. With her trembling hands, she picked up the glass on the side table breaking it as well.

Running up to the curtains she gripped it and pulled it all down. It was a mess around, small pieces of glass shattered around, the curtains half down half up, some totally on the floor as she opened her mouth to scream, her eyes fell on a white big vase on the side of the room.

A memory came into her mind rushing by. A memory from when they had recently moved into this house. Chintan had two pieces, weird-shaped long white vases, which were gifted to him by his old mentor Lawyer Zain Mirza.  Someone under whom he had did his internship.