Daksh Malhotra have always liked one girl, Shweta Agarwal a successful doctor, his whole life, since a very young age when they were in school. When he became a successful Multimillionaire, he was suddenly asked to marry her.
On the wedding night...
Slap. My eyes couldn't cry more tears. They were wet, but not crying. I was numb. Anyone would have felt pain, but my body didn't respond. Instead I felt good, I'm finally feeling something. A hard hand hit my head, next I was knocked out.
I am Sanaya Agarwal, a failure, a disgrace, the cause of the scowls on the parents' faces. Being a middle class girl is not as easy as it seems, being constantly told what to do, what to wear, even how to feel, pointing out every damn insecurity you have, making fun of them in front of whole world, no matter how much it hurts, you have to keep quiet like it doesn't kill you inside. I've been beaten like this for almost every day since I was 16, with belts, pins, everything that has a needle... it was as normal as arrange marriages.
I bleed every night, crying myself to sleep, this was a normal routine. My sister Shweta is the perfect daughter anyone would want, with straight A grade, she secured rank 123 in national medical exam and was now doing her internship in the best medical college of India. She also knows how to cook and is friendly with people but has an attitude. But me here, I am a disappointment. I not only failed the exam 4 times, but I don't know any kind of work that might help me earn some money when I get kicked out.
Shweta is really good girl, my twin sister, but she's beautiful intelligent and also helps me after my beatings, well, as much as she could. My father wants her to get married but she always denies, and gets uncomfortable when this topic is raised. I knew taht she was hiding something but I didn't ask because it's her life.
Consequences of beatings were me, living with multiple mental disorders at such a young age, I'm 21, by the way. I have Generalised Anxiety Disorder, depression, I get suicidal thoughts, I cut myself, a headache, I always have a headache. There wasn't one day I didn't have any headache. I don't even remember what it feels like to not have one. There is one more important disorder I can't remember it right now...
A shiny bright light hit my eyes, as I grimaced with all the sudden light. I was feeling pain, like I broke my ribs, a sharp headache as I opened my eyes to se all the bright white walls, beeping sound of the machine, attached to my mouth. I realised I'm alive, and instantly closed my eyes in utter disappointment.
"She's awake" the nurse concluded and smiled at me. I was at hospital. "You hit your head pretty hard." She chuckled, as a tear fell down my eyes. It was like a light of my escape, if I tell her everything, she'd inform the police. I wanted to cry out loud at my happiness, I was about to say something when the door opened and a senior, very handsome doctor came in, checking his watch.
Wondering why I am checking out this man despite of my almost cracked skull?? I am a sex addict. Cool? Well no, because it's not fun. At all.
My insides twitched, but it wasn't much, because this morning only I had a very erotic masturbation session, so I controlled it. He checked my body, my head, and some of the readings on the machines.
"Feeling better?" He asked, I gripped the bed sheet to control my urge, nodding slowly. The nurse noticed this, an eyes the doctor.
"Great that your sister knew me, or you would've died."
Fuck her, I thought. Why did she save me!? I was almost free.
The door was again opened, and a dead gorgeous man in blue tux entered the room. His body built was perfect, a beard that just made him look more hot. His grey orbs were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
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