Meera opened her eyes; the room was still shrouded in darkness. She attempted to move, but the chains held her in place. Whether someone was there or not, she called for help. A familiar figure approached, empty-handed today, which heightened her fear. She crawled backward until the wall pressed against her. The figure advanced towards her, like she was his prey.
"P-Please, g-go away. Don't come an-any closer to me. Please," she whimpered in fear. The man touched her feet, causing her to flinch away. He advanced towards her, and her struggle in his arms increased as she desperately tried to get away from him.
"No," she tried to retort, but the man leaned in and kissed her neck. Her weak body, unable to withstand the painful grip, slipped into the arena of unconsciousness.
Next time when her eyes opened, she found herself inside a van. Her hands were not tied, and neither were her legs. She hurriedly fumbled, attempting to open the door, but it was child-locked. About to hit the door and ask for help, the van suddenly screeched to a stop. The car door opened, and she was thrown onto the road with a jerk. Before she could scream for help, the van disappeared from her sight.
Numb, she stood up with shaky legs. Her eyes widened, and her heart cried out in relief—this was her neighborhood. She ran like crazy towards her mansion.
The guard was about to ask about her identity but got shocked to see her. He hurriedly opened the gate. Meera, like a mad girl, ran inside her house.
"Mom, da-dad!" she screamed. Listening to her cries, her parents and everyone else from the family gathered around in the hall.
Meera sobbed as she ran into her mother's arms. Expecting a tight hug, sweet words, and pats on her back and head, she received a hard slap from her mother instead.
"M-mom," she whispered in disbelief.
"How dare you come back and show your disgusting face here?" Meera couldn't believe what she was hearing. Never had her mother talked to her like that. She was her good little girl.
"Mo-"
"Don't call me that. I am not your mom anymore. You are dead to me. How dare you come back here after what you did?" Meera saw how her mother looked at her for a second, and her face morphed into disgust again.
"Guardss," her father's voice made her flinch away. She had seen her father's anger, but it was never directed at her. She was his princess.
"Yes, sir" the guards bowed. Her heart clenched in pain, her father didn't even looked at her.
"Throw her away, and if she is ever seen anywhere near the mansion, just shoot her." Adhiraj's cold command echoed through the grand hall, sending shivers down everyone's spine. Meera felt a sharp pang of disbelief and horror, her family's eyes filled with an indescribable mix of hatred and disgust.
"D-dad, m-mom, please, why are you doing this to me? Please, what did I do?" Meera's voice quivered as she rushed to her father, desperately grabbing his arm, searching for any sign of recognition or compassion.
Adhiraj Rajvanshi, known for his ruthless demeanor, recoiled as if her touch burned him. "Don't touch me with your filthy hands. God knows what you must have done." His seething rage was palpable, turning the air thick with tension. The once warm and affectionate bond between father and daughter shattered into a million irreparable pieces.
Meera stood there, her eyes pleading for understanding, but all she received was the harsh reality of her family's rejection. The grandeur of the mansion seemed to crumble around her, mirroring the collapse of the love and acceptance she had once taken for granted.
"Lakshya. Show her the video. Show her how she brought our family so much shame and ruined our reputation." Adhiraj's stern command was met with swift compliance as Meera's cousin, Lakshya, approached with a tablet in his hand. He forcefully shoved the trembling device into Meera's hands.
Meera's eyes widened in disbelief as the video played. It portrayed a girl dressed in a simple suit running towards a man, his face obscured by a mask. The two embraced before getting into a car, leaving a damning impression on the screen.
The weight of misunderstanding pressed heavily on Meera's shoulders. She desperately tried to make her family see reason, "D-dad, please trust me. That's not me," she pleaded, her voice barely audible over the accusations echoing through the grand hall. Yet, her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears, drowned out by the condemning images playing before them.
Meera couldn't comprehend it – the girl looked like her, but it wasn't her. She vividly remembered that night; she hadn't run away. She was kidnapped, kept somewhere, and today, thrown right into her neighborhood.
"D-dad, please trust me. That's not me," Meera pleaded, attempting to explain the truth to her family.
"Didn't you hear me, you useless dogs? Throw her away, and if you fail to do what I ordered, then I will make sure you don't see your families ever again." Adhiraj's threat reverberated through the vast mansion, sending chills down the spines of the guards.
Adhiraj Rajvanshi, known for his ruthlessness, was a man not to be messed with. He was a man of his words, and his threat hung in the air, creating an atmosphere of fear and submission in the once-grand mansion.
"Mom, d-dad, no le-leave me. P-please l-let me at least explain," Meera cried and sobbed, but not a single person from her family lent her an ear. She felt miserable.
A whimper escaped her mouth as she was thrown roughly onto the hard road. She stood up, her legs still shaking. The clouds grew darker, the thunder and lightning mocking her pain.
She couldn't understand what was happening. She didn't know where to go, her eyes welled up with tears.
A little sparkle of hope settled in her eyes.
"Advay bhai," she whispered to herself. Now, the question was how she was going to contact him. Several questions ran through her head, clouding her mind in the midst of uncertainty.
"Would he and Sneha bhabi trust me" she questioned herself.
She kept walking; it wasn't night, but since the clouds had darkened, the darkness was already replacing the natural light.
She saw two men near her neighborhood in the alley. With hope, she walked over to them.
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"Excuse me, could you please give me your phone? I need to make an urgent phone call, please," Meera pleaded. The two men looked at her; her beauty stunned them.
"Poorey ke poorey hum aapke ho jayenge, yeh kambhakt phone kya cheez hai. Lijiye," the man said, offering his phone to Meera. She hesitated, torn between the desire to escape and the temptation of using the phone.
(We will become entirely yours, what is this damn phone? Take it.)
She extended her hand to take the phone, but before she could, the other man grabbed her wrist.
"Leave m-my h-hand. Ple-please," Meera struggled. The past few hours had left her traumatized; the unknown man and now these men had drained her. She was already dead tired and hungry, her body lacking the energy to stand properly.
"Little girl, you need to give us something before you take something from us," Meera understood the meaning behind his words.
"No, leave me," she pushed the man away and tried to run.
"Bitch," the man tore her sleeve. Meera screamed, but the thunder drowned out her voice as it started to rain heavily.
The man took her other arm and tore the sleeve too. She cried out in pain.
"Leave me, please let me go. Please," she cried out. The man was about to kiss her when suddenly he was pushed away.
She slid across the wall, witnessing a familiar man ruthlessly beating the other two.
"Hath kese lagaya usse. Itni himmat kese hui teri, ki tu meri meera ko hath lagayega"
(How dare you touch her? Where did you find the courage to lay hands on my Meera?)
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