Sunday

Chapter 1- What Happened?

Sunday

Sonali's P.O.V.
"Sohan, please let me go. Please," I whisper. Tears stream down my cheeks. We're in an exquisite hotel room- a honeymoon one. "No Sona bebe," he says as he caresses my cheeks. I walk backwards and stumble upon a few things. Sona, short for Sonali. That's me. Full name, Sonali Sharanee Thakur Patel- Thakur taken from mom and Patel taken from dad. I, Sona Thakur Patel was about to be raped by the one I use to love, Sohan Kapoor. "Sona bebe I want you to dance for me." He put on the song 'Sone Ka Paani'. I tried to think of a way that he would think I wanted him and try to escape. Huh... I could always get him drunk. After a few drinks and dances he was drunk as ever. Before I got the chance to escape he grabbed my wrist. "Where are you going?" Sohan asked slurring. He got to his feet, stumbling here and there. I could tell he was half drunk and my plan wasn't working. He unbuttoned his shirt and came closer to me. I backed away until I fell onto the bed. He came on top of me and started kissing my neck. He trailed his kisses to my lips. When my lips met his, I could taste the alcohol from his mouth. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. Then things became serious. He forced his tongue in my mouth which caused it to be a French kiss. He placed me on his lap and ran his hand up and down my back causing me to get shivers. Curse my mom for making me wear this stupid backless dress. It was also short too. I pretended to be intimate and was stubborn to take any piece of clothing off. Sohan handed me a glass of water but I hesitated. I finally recycled my doubts and finished the glass. The glass falls from my hand onto the floor and shatters as I wrap my arms around Sohan's neck for support,"Are you ok? Oh course you're not. I drugged you. You won't do anything about it because you're not in your senses." "Sohan please. Leave me alone." The more I struggle, the weaker I am, and the more he kisses and caresses me. I close my eyes and let him torture me. He would find my sweet spots that I didn't even know I had as moans and tears escaped me.

Monday Morning
I run down the stairs and give mum a kiss on the cheek before I leave to go do some work. When I reached my first destination the store was closed. How is that possible? "Sir ji, could you please tell me what day it is?" I ask the food vendor. "Monday." "Thanks." I walk off to my car, confused. As I get in the car someone startles me,"Oh Kavy, it's just you. Kavya Singhania my best friend and co-worker at my job."Where were you yesterday?" "I don't know. I'm confused about yesterday. I don't remember what happened." "Forget about it. Let's just go to work."

"Sir, files are done," I say to Ajay Khurrana, my boss and the CEO of the company Delhi Dreams (where apparently if you dream it we build it). "Leave then," He says rudely. "Ok Mr. Khadus," I reply back rudely. "What?" "Nothing, nothing at all... Mr. Khadus." This time when i say Mr. Khadus I say it quietly.
"Kavya, you know how rude Mr. Khadus- I mean Ajay is? He's always getting me in my feet the whole day. I just hate him and I bet I will never like him either." "Come on Sona, I think he's not rude and he's cute to me. I really think you actually have a little love for him deep down inside." "Please. Hey look at that crowd, let's check it out." When we get to the scene, I get a glance at a pool of blood then the full body,"Isn't that- oh no!" I see Kavya screaming as she gets out of the polices grasp. She hugs the lifeless body getting blood all over her clothes. Aisha Singhania, the choti bhen of Kavya is dead. How is that possible? "Does your friend know her?" One of the police men ask me. "That's her sister." "I'm going to need to file a report." "I'm sorry sir but you'll ever need to ask her and her family when there in the right state of mind." I left Kavya at the scene because I knew she wasn't going to leave.