Niyati: Their Destiny

8. Escaping the hell again

Roop pov

I walked out of the room, frustrated only to bump into none other than Devendra Goenka!

"Here is my lovely daughter! I have been looking for you." He said in an extra sweet voice, which gave me diabetes.

I was about to move past him, but he held my hand in a tight grip, intentionally pressing the fresh wounds. I clutched my eyes due to pain and looked back at him with a poker face.

I am stronger than this.

"I have prepared you a very special room!" He added, looking at me with the pure evil face he has.

"Wha...at?" I said in a shock, praying it's not what i am thinking.
No.
No.
It can't be.

Then he dragged me to servant quarters, to the same room which has haunted me for years!

"Don't." I said, barely audible, struggling from his grip.

"You were being too brave a few moments ago! Making me regret and all, so what happened now?" He said, tightening the grip around my hand.

I held back a sob. I can't give him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain.

"By the way, did i tell you that there is no electricity in the servant quarters. But I know you won't mind!" He said, and i panicked.

"N...noo!" I said, i don't want to sound weak in front of anyone, especially this person, but he knows me all too well!

He pushed me inside the room and locked it from outside.

"Pl..ease, i... i!" I tried to frame a sentence while continuously banging the door, but he didn't care. He never did!

I sat on the floor, hugging my knees, trying to block all those memories! Don't think about it, Roop!
Just don't!
Don't.
Think about something good.
But i can't remember anything good!
Mumma.
She was good.
She was the only one who loved me.

"Mu...mma! Kaha pr ho aap? Mujhe akela chodkr kyu chle gye?"

But whatever happened to you was my fault, only wasn't it? I should have died a long ago or maybe shouldn't have been born in the first place but i have to live.... i promised him.

My breath started getting heavier. This is it! This is how i will die.

I started sweating badly. That day started replaying i my head like a movie.

Same room.
Same me.
Lying helpless.
Crying.

Don't think about it, Roop.

I clutched my eyes tightly, trying to block all the memories, but the more i tried to forget it, the more it haunted me.

I can't breathe. I can't.... breathe. I can't.....

The only source of light is the window. It's already nighttime, so there was barely any light.

I was breathing and panting heavily. I dragged my body towards the window. The fresh scars on my body didn't help me much but i have to get out of here.

I looked outside, trying to breathe normally, taking deep breaths, but nothing seemed to work.

The room was on the first floor. Even if i jump, i wouldn't get injured much. Little injuries are not an issue.
I can't stay here!

I thought and thought and thought.

The best case scenario is I'll die.
The worst-case scenario is that i survive and Mr. Goenka finds me escaping.