She ran faster without looking back, doesn't even bother to inform the manager hurriedly rushes to a nearby restaurant for changing roaming around in her dancing outfit might invite danger mumbai is not a place where girls could wander freely that too during midnight.
Stumbling and grabbing the door knob somehow enters breathing heavily, unable to believe stared at her reflection everything spoke volume about a terrible moment which occurred sometime back.
Drops of tear streams down as she slips into flash back where his presence or intoxicating fragrance couldn't vanish adding on to sensual touch, she is more than shock to accept that a devil like man, a sinful soul tried to mark his possession.
She trembles while turning on the tap water feels sick, awful and disgusted, splashes water, rubbed her lips harshly to wipe off his toxic touch unable to control angrily tore down the costume who the hell gave him the right to touch her ?
She didn't know and what is her fault taking up a job that she wasn't comfortable doing ??
She never wanted to work as a bar dancer, where men's like him throw themselves for pleasure but not every lady is ready to open their legs let them in at-least she is not that's the reason wore a veil.
She was afford less as comparatively to other cuz she chose not to sleep or smooch around. He was all over her, couldn't he feel her reacting opposite to what he wanted or did he opt to ignore ?
None the less, whoever he was she doesn't regret slapping, will go to any extent to protect herself !
Pulling out clothes, quickly wore and washed her face, else her condition would have created lot of embarrassment can't ignore the people laying an eye upon her and setting wrong conclusions.
She nervously, walks out and rushes to a bus stop
trying her level best not to over think, let it go she has got too many responsibilities lined-up when a bus finally arrives and she calmly gets inside.
The bus uncle treats her like a daughter hence he makes sure to drop her home safely. He notices a very disturbed shehnaaz unable to control asks if he can help "beta, sab theek haina, tum ghabraye huwe lag rahe ho ... koi pareshaani hai toh mujhe bata kar dekho kya pata kuch kaam ajaun." faked a smile "kuch nahin uncle .. subah se kaam karne nikalte hoon is waqt tak bohut thak jaate hoon."
"Tum bohut mehnti ho beta warna tumhara woh sharabi baap kisi kaam ka nahi bass paisa udana jaanta hai." he is well aware of her problems that is why provides transport.
"Kya karun uncle baap hai phaik nahi sakte unko lekar zindagi toh chalane he padegi." shehnaaz is exhausted too from her day to day activities but a person needs to work to earn a living.
"Arey, main toh puchna he bhool gaya maa kaise hai ?" her eyes brim with tears.
"Kaise honge, cancer ne unhe khatum karke rakh diya hai aur unhe bistar pe marta dekh duniya ka sabse mushkil ehsaas hai." she bids goodbye then walks home, to view her father playing cards with his drunkard friends sharply eyeing them headed to kitchen, pouring a glass of water drank few sip while simply staring at the ground.
Hating the life she is living the girls like her must be studying in a university to earn degrees rather than doing temporary jobs like her for survival to be honest it aches when she sees her father doing nothing instead of taking care of her and mom he sits here entire day plays and loses sum of money he steals or beats to take from her wallet, she just feels ashamed to be known as his daughter taking a deep breath opens fridge and heats the rice that she had cooked two days back.
Those r hardly two spoons but she doesn't wanna cook will utilize money to pay her mom's hospital bills, her cell rang before she could answer her so called dad comes to demand money.
She stubbornly, sat there controlling emotions as his temper rises, he breaks the jug by smashing it over the wall and breaking into several pieces she shuts eyes out of fear, knowing what was going to come next, pulling her hair banged her head over the dining table due to which she cries out loudly pleading him not to hurt her "baba, please stop !! kasam se ek paisa nahi hai mere paas." she swore to make him believe shows empty worn out black wallet "kyun, sarah din baahir rehte hai, ek rupee ghar nahin laate toh baahir karne kya jaate hai ?" he roars out of frustration, she begins to speak in fear but he pushes her aside feeling no pain after hurting his own blood that's what alcohol does it destroys one's soul within including the one who are related to them, she knelt down crying, why's her life filled with never-ending difficulties ?
Gathering herself back together, cleans the floor throwing the glasses pieces back in the trash she walks out to witness everybody left, her dad is so intoxicated that he is unconscious.
Sighing, exhaustedly went upstairs to her room a sleep of three hours would feel like a heaven, she took off her dress and wore night suit.
Both forehead and lips are differently bruised by the monsters only that her lips narrate passion a sick possession of a man who couldn't keep dirty hands to himself.
She prays never to meet him again !
Applying medicine and bandaging the wound she finally switches off lights to fall asleep this is only when she feels her mind is at peace.
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MAFIA POSESSION
FanfictionA ruthless, handsome and dangerously good looking mafia feels immensely captivated by a beautiful bar dancer. What happens as their paths collide ??? Is she going to give into his possession or are we going to witness his madness ?? Publishing da...
