Kavita's Submission [COMPLETED]

Chapter 39

Kavita's POV

Although my eyelids feel as if they are glued together, I slowly try to open them, rubbing my hands over them to try and soothe the pain I felt over my eyes.

My vision is blurry as I slowly open my eyes, so I have to squeeze them shut and blink several times to finally clear the vision.

The pounding over my head is such that I immediately press my hand over the forehead trying to steady myself as I slowly sit up and look around me.

I am confused for a few seconds on finding myself seated on a corner of a dimly lit, familiar room. But when I realize where I am, my confusion clears and everything that had happened rushes back to me.

Anirudhji and me in the living room of his house, talking with each other.

Sameerji's arrival.

Anirudhji trying to protect me.

Sameerji's men beating Anirudhji up, causing his face to swell, blood dripping down his body.

Him losing consciousness midway.

Me shouting at him to get up.

Sameerji continuously beating him with the stick.

That is the last thing I remember.

I must have lost consciousness then due to the shock and fear.

As I recall how Anirudhji had looked at that moment, a pain so potent rips through me that I am unable to keep it within.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!" I shout and cry, feeling as if my heart has torn into shreds.

Every moment I spent together with Anirudhji flashes in my mind. All the times he had understood me and my pain. All the time he had helped me. All the times he had stood beside me whenever I needed the support.

And when he had confessed his love to me.

"Main aapse pyaar karta hoon, Kavitaji."

A jolt of pain passing through me again causes a cry of anguish to escape my lips.

"Main aapse keh bhi nahi payi ki main bhi aapse pyaar karti hoon. Bohot pyaar karti hoon."

I abruptly stop crying when the door suddenly bursts open.

"Koi baat nahi jo pehle nahi keh payi," Sameerji says as he enters the room and sits on the chair in front of me. "Chal abhi kehde ki kitna pyaar karti hai tu mujhse."

The moment I see him and hear his voice, my pain gets overshadowed by the immense anger building within me.

The man behind all my misery.

"Mujhe maar kyu nahi diya?" I ask him, surprised at how calm my voice sounded even though every fiber of my being is currently dipped in angst and rage.

"Aise kaise maar deta?" He counters, smirking down at me. "Abhi toh tujhe bohot kuch sehna baaki hai, Kavita. Tujhe yahaan wapas laane mein jo mushkilon ka saamna mujhe karna pada, uski bharpayi bhi toh tujhe hi karni hai.

"Ek toh mujhe wahaan dur tak aana pada. Fir tere uss yaar ko sabak sikhana pada. Par tu jo bich mein ho behosh hogayi na, woh achchha nahi huwa. Tera woh yaar kitna chilla raha tha, uska jo khoon pani ki tarah beh raha tha, woh sunnke aur dekhke mann ko sukun mil gaya.

"Usne tujhe yahaan se bhagake jo mujhe takleef di thi, uski bharpayi toh maine usse leli. Aur ab teri bari. Jo dard tune mujhe yahaan se bhaag ke di hai, uski pehle tu bharpayi degi aur fir uske baad har roz tujhe aise nochunga ki dheere dheere tera astitva iss tarah se mit jayega ki mere bina tera koi wajood hi nahi rahega. Main hi tera sab kuch bann jaunga. Aise tujhko apna banaunga ki teri shuruwat bhi mujhse hogi aur antt bhi mujhse."