~Anidita~ of Love and Desire

SS:2 Part:4

Anirudh was well aware of Bondita being terrified of him right now. It made him want to laugh out loud. There used to be a time when his arms were the only place where she could find solace, and she was the only one whom he could trust blindly. Alas! She broke his trust, and with that, she broke him too. But now, she will have to pay for her deeds.

“Aap yeh Kyu Kar Rahe Hain?"

Bondita's meek voice reached his ears, breaking his chain of thoughts. He looked at her with rage in his eyes. After everything she did, she really had the audacity to question his deeds?

Bondita looked at him with tears flowing down her cheeks. She sniffed softly, her nose turning red. If times had not changed, he would have kissed on her red nose tip.

Getting no reply from him, Bondita questioned him again.

“Maine Kya Kiya Hain? Please mujhe jane dijiye, mujhe Yaha nehi rehna."

She pleaded, crying. He almost melted at the sight of her crying helplessly. But then he remembered her betrayal, and his heart once again burned in the flames of revenge.

He kept quiet, letting his actions speak the hatred he felt for her; because he believed actions spoke louder than words, or it could be because he didn't believe in himself. He feared that he would speak out loud what he had buried deep inside his heart.

He grabbed her arm, dragging her back to his bed while she let out a cry for help. There were people in his home who heard her, but, there was no one who would willingly help her. They knew what their barrister babu planned on doing to his once beloved Bondita, or mishti as he had nicknamed her. And they couldn't care any less. They too hated her for what she had done to the Roy Chowdhuries. And just like Anirudh, they too thought that she deserved all the pain in the world, if not more.

Anirudh pushed her down, pinning her to his bed as he hovered over her. She struggled against his hold. But her body didn't support her. She was physically exhausted and mentally too tired to fight back and he was stronger than her. There was no way she could put up a fight against him and win. Calming down, she decided to just glare at him with anger clearly visible on her face. What was her crime? Why the hell is she here?

Anirudh glared back at her which made her soften her gaze at him, being afraid of what he was going to do next.

“Kya Kiya Hain Tumne? Itni bholi Kyu ban Rahi ho Bondita? Tumhe nehi pata Tumne Kya Kiya?"

He asked the last question louder than the other ones and banged her injured wrist on the bed, while she screamed in fear. He was appearing too scary to her, almost insane.

“Mujhe nehi pata. Shotti! Please... Mera yakeen karo"

She really didn't know her crime. She didn't know why she was being treated this way. What wrong did she do to him?

“Yakeen?" An enraged Anirudh asked. The word seemed to have added fuel to his anger.

“Anirudh Roy Chowdhury ek galti bar bar nehi dohrata"  He stated.

She could not understand what he meant. When had he trusted her before? Did they know each other? But she can't recall ever knowing him. She didn't put much thought into it, she just wanted to get out of here.

“Mujhe chour do na, main kabhi Yaha wapas nehi ayungi"

She pleaded only for Anirudh to ignore her pleadings.

“Wapas aane ke liye Tumhe pehle Yaha se Jana parega, shona. Aur aisa kabhi nehi Hoga"

He wasn't going to let her go. He had made it pretty clear.

“Ab bari tumhari saza ki"

Anirudh whispered to her before rolling over to the other side of the bed. She observed him as he grabbed something from the bedside table. She could see it clearly only when he was above her again, waving those two handcuffs at her.

Handcuffs? What is he, the police?

She scoffed in her mind, and that's when the handcuffs made a click sound. She realized that both her hands were now cuffed to the bedpost while he was smirking at her.

Great. Wasn't she already helpless enough?

“Kya Kar Rahe Hain aap? Maine Kya bigara Hain apka? Mujhe Jane dijiye"

She shouted at him before kicking in the air aimlessly. Her actions irritated Anirudh. He reached down to her legs and grabbed her ankles, pressing them to the bed with force. She yelped in pain.

“Don't you dare do this again. Warna pair bhi bandh Dunga tumhare"

He warned in a dangerous tone before loosening his hold on her ankles. Bondita stayed put. He left her ankles and grabbed the end of her saree along with her petticoat.

“Aap yeh.."

Before Bondita could complete her sentence, he had already pulled up her saree and her petticoat to her waist. Her cheeks flushed in shame. Her legs were exposed to him, along with the panty she was wearing underneath the petticoat.

He spread her legs and sat himself on the space created between. His hands grabbed the hem of her panty and her breath hitched. In one swift pull, he had taken it off, more like torn it off her body. She closed her eyes and wriggled in her spot, she started moving her legs again, trying to hide herself somehow.

“Bondita"

Anirudh let out a low growl before placing a harsh slap on her thigh. She winced at the rough contact of his palm with her thigh.

Burying his face into her neck, Anirudh again laid over her. His clothed manhood was rubbing against her naked womanhood. Bondita let out a moan at the contact while Anirudh breathed in sharply. He had been in such situations with her before, but every time felt like the first.

Bondita had stopped moving. She didn't find this wrong for some reason. It felt familiar, like she had let this man touch her before. She felt shy, but also excited, never uncomfortable. His hand travelled down to her womanhood.
His face was still buried in her neck. He rested his palm down there for some time. Bondita was breathing heavily by now, anticipating his next move. His hand shifted a little to the side and Bondita held her breath. In the blink of an eye, he had pushed his middle finger inside her.

“Ah!"

It hurt. A lot. She wasn't prepared for it. She wasn't wet enough. And he had pushed it in a lot harder than he should have. He didn't even wait for her to adjust to having his finger inside. He started moving it in and out of her rapidly.

“Dh-Dhire...Please!"

He didn't obey. Instead, he pushed in another finger and also increased the speed at which he moved his fingers. Bondita had started gasping and wriggling now, as she constantly kept moving, it hurt even more. She was crying, but he rejoiced in those cries.

“Please....Dard ho Raha Hain"

Bondita informed him, her voice cracking as she was crying like a little child by now. She hoped that it could stop him. In reply, she got a chuckle from him and a third finger buried itself inside her.

“Yeh bas shuruwat Hain Bondita. Dard hi dena Hain mujhe Tumhe, Meri pyari mishti"

He spoke in her ears before pushing another one of his fingers inside.