Unwanted

Chapter 20

Archit

"We shouldn't do it here." I said to a very drunk Mishti. She came closer to me. Pulling my collar, she forced me to crouch down to match her height. The smell of alcohol reached my nose. I turned my face away, it was a smell which never failed to make me uncomfortable.
"Why? Why not?" Mishti shoved me against the wall. She gripped my jaw and made me turn towards her.
"Why not Archit?" She asked hugging me tightly. Her hug made me feel suffocated. She ran her fingers through my hair. I felt uncomfortable.
"Why not?" She asked again.
"Look I just don't want to do it." I said. I looked around and observed my surroundings.
The men's washroom at a bar would be the last place suitable for making love. I felt uncomfortable doing it here.
"Look I didn't even wanna come here. You and your friends forced me." I said trying to break the hug but, it was of no use. Mishti's grip tightened. It felt like if given the chance she would chain me to herself.
"Of course, you didn't wanna come here you goody two shoes." Mishti said in a babyish voice.
"You need to maintain your good boy image afterall." She said rolling her eyes. "Your reputation. Your image. What others think about you, that's what matters the most to you and your Baba." Mishti sounded pissed.
"You don't need to bring him into this." I said trying to get out of her grip.

"Be-besides, I just didn't want to tag along with you beacuse I hate-I just hate alco-alcohol and these stuff in general." I said.
"Aww look at Archit." Mishti said pulling my cheeks.
"You are so cute when you stutter." She said ruffling my hair. I swatted her hand away.
"What happened? Aww are you angry?" She asked me in a babyish tone.
"Get off of me." I said to Mishti. Mishti didn't listen. Mishti's hand made their way to my crotch. She started unzipping my jeans.
I felt a little sick.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
She ignored me.
"Mi-mishti what a-ar" I struggled to finish my sentence. It feels suffocating.
"Wha-what are-are you doing?" I panted heavily.
It felt like I had forgotten how to breathe.
Mishti stayed silent. She put her fingers in my underwear, feeling my crotch.
"What the f*ck get off of me." I said trying to shove her away. Mishti gripped me even more tightly.
"You are drunk. We shouldn't do this here."
"Get off of me."
"Get off."
"Leave me alone."
I gripped the railing and leaned against it. A sob escaped my mouth.
She didn't listen to me that day. No matter how many times I tried to stop her. She didn't listen. She forced herself onto me.
I closed my eyes and let a tear roll down my face. I wiped it away.

"Where are you g-going?" I said to Mishti who made her way towards the door, a little tipsily. "Don't leave me here!" She didn't bother replying to me.
"Please don't leave me alone." I said, Mishti ignored me and left. I looked down and saw my clothes lying on the floor. I crouched down and picked them up. I wore my shirt and jeans back. I sat down on the floor.
She didn't even bother replying to me. She ignored me. She just left like nothing happened.
I covered my face with my hands.
Why did I even agree to come here?
I couldn't hold it back anymore.
I started weeping.
I shouldn't have come here. I should have just stayed at home.
This wouldn't have happened if I stayed back home. Why did I come here?
I looked at the night sky.
That day, Mishti and her friends had gone drinking. They offered me to come with them. Wanting to fit in I accepted their offer. I had sneaked out late at night after making sure that Baba was sleeping.

I looked at the back door of my house and then at the watch on my wrist, it was 3:00 am.
I had been out for God knows how long. I couldn't come home as I was busy crying in the washroom. When I came out I saw that Mishti and her friends had already left the palce.
God, just don't let Baba know about this. I thought to myself.
I tried to open the back door of my house.
F*ck! Why won't it open.
I shook the door knob vigorously in hopes that the door would open.
I had sneaked out from the back door, I am sure that I left it unlocked. What am I going to do now?
Should I enter through the front door? I walked away from there and towards the front door of my house. I stood infront of the door.
God, please help me.
I pushed the door.
To my suprise, the door opened.
It's unlocked? I thought to myself. How? I remember Baba locking the door. He locks the front and back doors every night before going to sleep.
Tonight I had stolen the keys, used the back door to sneak out and left it unlocked for sneaking back in. I made sure to keep the keys in their place.
Whatever. Atleast I can enter now.
I slowly entered.
Thank you for helping me God. I closed the door.
"Did you have fun Archit?"

F*ck!
I looked around. Baba was standing on the stairs glaring at me. He looked as if he was ready to kill me.
He strolled down the stairs.
What should I do?
Should I bang my head on the door and end my life?
Should I open the door and sprint out?
I couldn't do anything. I just kept standing infront of the door like a statue.
Baba came upto me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Ba-Baba actually a-ami na-"
[Translation: Ba-Baba actually I-I.]
before I could finish my sentence, I felt a burning sensation on my cheek. Baba had slapped me.
I touched my cheek.
"WHERE WERE YOU?" He shouted making me flinch in fear.
"B-Baba I-I" I had difficulty forming words.
He grabbed my collar. "YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED WHEREVER THE F*CK YOU HAD GONE TO." He shouted while shaking me vigorously.
"I-I won-won't do it again. I swear I will never sneak out again." I said trying my best not to stutter. Baba left my collar. He panted heavily.
"I-I won't do it again. I wil-will nev-"

"Archit is that a hickey?"

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