His Acceptance ♥ | Rudhita (ON HOLD)

Part-34

Hey sweethearts, just wanna say, the start of this chapter might disturb you, but till the time it'll end, you're sure to have a smile on your lips. And, on you go!

Bondita entered her room and after making sure that the door was locked properly, she went and brought out a saari from her wardrobe. Placing it on her bed, she stood near her dresser and fumbled with the pin on her shoulder, which had clutched the loose end of her soaked saari. Suddenly, an eerie feeling washed over her. A feeling, which suggested that she was being watched. However, shrugging off the thought, she continued with her work. But then, it happened again. Her instinct was constantly warning her of an indecipherable danger. She looked around the room, but found nobody. An unresolved apprehension began to capture her all of a sudden. To satisfy this feeling, she even checked under her bed, but found nothing, except the toys, which Bela had hidden there, to keep them away from Yug's eyes. Sighing, she stood upright. Her mind flooding with thoughts, she tried to open her pin mindlessly. And it finally opened, but not before piercing into her finger.

"Ahhh!"

She held her thumb, as drops of blood oozed out of it. Grimacing in pain, she was blowing air on it, when all of a sudden, a sharp chill rushed down her spine. Her eyes lifted up in a reflex. And what she saw in the reflection of the mirror, creeped her out.

Right behind her, stood Parthiv, running his fingers carelessly on her back. An indecent expression was evident on his face. Fear crawled on her body and onto her mind, sending her an alarm immediately. But her body appeared to have rooted at the spot. She wasn't able to move an inch, it was as if, every inch of her skin had gone numb. Still, hearing the pleas of her instinct, which screamed for her to move, she immediately staggered forward, pulled herself away from him and stuck her back to the wall. Completely dazed by his act, she wasn't able to think how to react to this. But even before she could pull herself together from this shock, she saw him dawdling towards where she stood. Bondita noticed his eyes, they weren't the same ones, she had seen before. No warm emotions could be seen in them. And those which were evident, were enough to make her hair curl. There was a havoc going on in her heart. She wanted to speak, but a large lump had formed in her throat, preventing her from talking. Only the sharp sounds of her ragged breathing and his slow rumbling of steps could be heard in the room. Finally, when he was only at an arm's length away from her, she managed to find her voice.

"Ye -- ye -- aap -- aap kya -- karne ki -- koshish -- ka -- kar rhe hain?"

She stammered helplessly, her nerves hindering her speech. Her lashes fluttered involuntarily, vision getting bleared slowly, although she wasn't actually crying. Her heart was racing rapidly, fear enveloping her up. The realization had started to dawn upon her gradually. She had certainly realized something; that his intentions were not at all good for her.

With a malevolent smile playing on his lips, Parthiv advanced forward, not bothering to reply to her question. He soon filled the gap between them and grasped her wrist, which had earlier clutched onto her saari. Bondita blenched at his act. She wiggled her wrist with all her might, she could gather up at that moment. Tears now fell from her eyes freely, without warning. She looked up at his face, which donned a filthy smile, and then at his eyes, those containing lecherous desires in them. She shivered under his nasty gaze on her. She wiggled more violently now, only praying to get away from him as soon as possible. But the man she was dealing with, wasn't easy to cope. He was a tall man with thrice as much energy as she possessed. His small effort was enough to pin both her hands to the wall.

"Choro!" she screamed.

But heedless to her pleas, he let his lust filled eyes roam around her body. Bondita's heart was wrenching with each passing moment, it was getting difficult for her to even breathe. She wanted to move away from him, from his dirty touch but she couldn't. She shut her eyes as tightly as possible, as she was not able to bear his gaze. It felt like several knives were being impelled in her body at the same time. A feeling of disgust was washing over her, making her hate her own body. After a minute, which contained an eternity of torture on Bondita, one of his hands, left her wrist and reached upto her face, but before he could lay his filthy hands on her, Bondita pushed him away with all her might. It didn't affect him, though he staggered a few steps backward, leaving enough gap for her to flee. She ran past him and towards the door. If he wanted, he could've stopped her, but instead, a wide smirk was flashing across his face.