Broken By Love [COMPLETED]

Chapter 7

Dhruv

I open my eyes, feeling a splitting headache due to the many drinks I had last night.

Sitting on the bed, I look around and realize I am in Sikha's room.

I don't remember coming to this room last night, but as I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing on my throbbing temple, I get flashes of the previous night.

"I won't give a cheap whore the privilege to call me by my name."

"Is that how you went through from one semester to another? By seducing your professors and sleeping with them for good grades?"

"Tell me, to how many men did you whore out your body for good grades? 5? 10? 20? 50? How many?"

"Take off your dress."

"You have slept with many men already. You have even slept with me multiple times now. And still, you act shy, as if you are virtuous and pure."

"Whores like you are nothing but flesh to me. A flesh to devour whenever I feel like it."

I then remember ripping off her dress and dumping her on the bed to have my way with her.

I was in my senses last night, but while taking her roughly, I had looked at her face a few times, trying to get satisfaction by seeing the pain and shame there, but her face had been completely blank.

There were some tears, and she occasionally hissed as I tried my best to inflict pain on her, but she did not make any other sound.

She did not beg me to stop like she usually did. She did not cry or scream.

She only stared at the ceiling as I took her repeatedly.

Feeling an unknown fear gnaw my heart, I look around but do not see Sikha anywhere.

Restless at not seeing her, I climb down from the bed and start to walk to the bathroom to see if she is inside when Sikha comes out of the bathroom.

She must have showered because her hair is wet, and she is drying it with a towel.

The fear in my heart changes to guilt as she comes near me, and I see the imprint of my hand on her cheek.

She is still looking down, continuing to dry her hair, and I continue looking at her.

I let my eyes run down her body, which is only covered by a transparent nightdress as she has not yet covered it with her shawl.

I see many red and blue bruises on her arms, which I know are due to the roughness I bestowed on her last night.

I suck in my breath as she suddenly flips her hair to the other side, exposing one side of her neck, and I see many bites on the skin there, some red, some blue, and some ugly purple.

As she looks up at me, I quickly divert my gaze, unable to face her.

She is not innocent in everything that happened. In fact, she is the culprit, the mastermind behind all the destruction my family faced.

Still, I feel ashamed every time I wake up after harshly punishing her for her deeds.

She deserves it, but I still cannot bring myself to not feel any remorse about hurting her.

"Do you have no shame? Why don't you cover your body? Are you that desperate for sex and attention to wear this type of dress so early in the morning to seduce me?" I ask angrily, though I cannot decide if I am angry at her or myself.

I wait for her reply, for her to accuse me of taking all her clothes and leaving only nightdresses for her, and for her to shout at me for hurting her as she does every morning after a night of punishment.

But I frown when she does not say anything for a while. And when I look at her, I see that she has already covered herself with the shawl and is now walking toward the dressing table.

Getting angry due to her avoidance, I walk to her and clutch her arm, making her turn toward me.

"Do you really think a slut like you can make me feel guilty by not talking with me?" I scoff, tightening my hold on her arm.

"Instead of feeling guilty, I actually feel relieved because I no longer have to hear your ugly voice. It's better if you don't speak at all from now on. After all, your mouth is only good for one thing." I tell her suggestively, shoving my two fingers inside her mouth to remind her what I meant.

I feel both satisfaction as well as a pinch in my heart as I see her eyes tear up. She keeps her mouth open as I keep my fingers inside and glare at her.

"You will be shifted to my new house sharp at 8 am. Wear the clothes I got you and be ready in time. The bodyguards will take you there." I take my fingers out of her mouth and shove her back, making her legs hit the dressing table.

She hisses due to pain, and I step forward to help her, but I stop myself from taking another step.

She deserves this pain.

I look on as she slowly stands up, massaging her leg where it hit the table and still hissing in pain.

"Stop hissing and listen to me," I say sternly, and she immediately quiets down, looking at me.

"You are to stay inside the house all the time. As no one has lived in that house and I have also not hired anyone to clean it since I bought it three months back, it must be dusty and need some cleaning.

"So, it will be your job to clean the house properly. Mind you, Sikha, I should not find even a speck of dust when I come there. If I do, you will be punished thoroughly. Do you understand?" I ask her, hoping to hear a yes from her, but she stubbornly keeps quiet.

I move closer to her and grip her arms tightly, pulling her to me. "I don't care if a dumb whore like you has understood that simple instruction. But I promise you, Sikha, if you did not follow that instruction properly, you would get such punishment that you would forget all about not talking. Because by the end of that punishment, you would be crying and screaming in agony, begging me to stop."