Broken By Love [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

Mature and sensitive content ahead. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Sikha

I was packing my clothes, well, the nightdresses, actually, as those are the only clothes Dhruv allows me to wear. The skimpy, sheer, see-through dresses which make me feel so cheap that I always cover my body with the shawl he has allowed me to keep.

Folding and keeping the last piece of my clothing in the suitcase, I zip it up and place it on the floor, ready to be taken the following day.

After finishing to do that, I start to climb onto the bed to sleep, but I get startled when the room's door opens, and a drunk Dhruv stumbles inside.

"Sikha," he slurs my name, looking at me with such contempt that I take a step back, my heart beating fast due to the fear.

As I continue to cower back, looking at him fearfully, I notice him smirk and stumble towards me.

"You can't run from me, Sikha. No matter how much you try, you are my prisoner forever."

He continues walking toward me, and I keep moving back, wanting to get as much away from him as possible.

Soon, my back touches the room wall, and I cannot move further.

Seeing me getting cornered, he walks faster toward me and traps me between the wall and his body.

As he leans toward me, I can smell the alcohol stench coming from his mouth.

"Dh..ru--" I could not even utter his name completely as he slapped me across the face.

"Sir, Sikha. It's Sir for you, not Dhruv. I won't give a cheap whore the privilege to call me by my name."

I clutch my slapped cheek, my eyes tearing up at his insult.

"Stop with the tear work drama, Sikha. I know they are all fake. Your tears, innocent face, beautiful smile, everything is fake. They are the art you have mastered for luring and seducing many of your targets, aren't they?" Dhruv asks me, his eyes red with anger.

I can only whimper as he clutches my arms roughly. I know it will leave another bruise later.

A new bruise amidst the countless ones I have.

"I... ha..avee... never..." I begin to say, but he again does not let me complete as he clutches my jaw tightly.

"Is that how you seduced Niranjan too, Sikha? He was a professor at your university, wasn't he? Is that how you went through from one semester to another? By seducing your professors and sleeping with them for good grades?"

He presses my body with his into the wall, crushing me in such a way that it is getting difficult even to breathe, let alone talk.

"Lee...aavee," I croak, but instead of freeing me, he further presses me into the wall.

"Not until you answer me, Sikha. Tell me. How many men did you whore out your body for good grades? 5? 10? 20? 50? How many?" His voice hardens as his hold on my jaw and arm tightens.

I stop struggling and look at him tearily, unable to believe he can think so low of me.

Until today, he shattered my dignity and body by taking me against my will. But now, with his words, he is also starting to break my soul.

I wanted to deny those vile allegations. I wanted to tell him I was innocent, painted in the wrong light by Niranjan.

But I know he will never believe me. He has already chosen to believe the version of the truth that Niranjan told him that night, and no matter how loudly I scream that I am innocent, he will never believe me.