𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭

Settle the Score - 05

So there's an important issue to be addressed before continuing this story. This book is about Shivanya and Vihaan. Shariq Raichand will not ever play a main role in this. I do not romanticize abuse or non consensual relationships. So you can read this book confidently.

Someone in the comments thought Shariq is the main lead and was irked by it. Keep reading, I don't support such relationships in books or in real life.

Please don't report my book without reading the full story. I have put a lot of efforts in writing this story.

Let's spread love and criticize the ones where it's really needed.

Love,
- Sara Irfan 🌻

Shariq leans on his car's hood exactly like the entitled douchebag that he is. He gives me a genuine smile when he sees me coming and comes over to lead me to his car.

He puts his hand in my lower back & I immediately take a step back.

He smirks & says, "Well I tried."

My anger comes to a boiling point and I burst out. "What the hell Shariq!"

He looks confused "What Shiv?". I almost punch his face for calling me that.

I control my anger and say through my teeth, "Raman. Explain" only two words. I couldn't explain the fury that's coming off me.

Then he laughs like something is funny "Ah. That. I warned him & he didn't listen. So I did what must be done." he reasons and shrugs without knowing the seriousness of the case.

"I am done with playing the nice card! I was so, so patient with you that I have given you more space than anybody in my life. You are sabotaging me don't you get it?! I thought that you are the way you are because you lost your mother during our school time!" His eyes turn into violent orbs. But I couldn't stop.

He relented on me when his mother passed away. I helped him by speaking to him about his loss whenever he needed me. But now I even doubt his intentions. Was that all drama? Did he really talk to me using the reason of his mother's death creating sympathy?

I would never know.

"But No! You are born this way! Nitya was right about you. There's no excuse for a guy who knows what he's doing and keeps doing it! Stay out of my fucking life!" I finish and take shallow breaths to calm myself.

"Well, Nitya's a bitch. I knew it from the beginning." he states clenching his jaw.

"Shut. Up! And. Stay. Out. Of. My. Life" I hiss. And I turn back & swear to myself to never see his face again.

"I won't and you know it Shivi!" He calls to my back. I stop on my tracks closing my eyes and sigh. "No matter what, this is not going to end. You are mine! Mine! Tell me have I ever touched you without your consent?" He shouts from behind. His words ringing ominously in the air.

I turn swiftly around, "That's the only thing you haven't done yet. Or is that a threat?" I ask him as my heart makes violent beats.

"Take it whichever way you want." and I suddenly become aware of how he'll do anything to possess me. Even this one thing he dangles over my head.

My sanity.

Years of rage contained inside me burst out from me & I stalk closer to him and slap him. Hard. Once. Twice. And I lost count of how many times I slap him while weeping to myself.

"Leave me alone!" I shout at him. Tears of rage slides down my cheeks. And the bastard receives my slap by my both hands without any protest.

"I am getting a restraining order against you and that's final. I never want to see you again in my life! Ever!" I witness the change in his demeanour the moment I say those words. He turns feral and grabs me by my throat and pins me against the car hood.

Can't Move. Can't breath.

I struggle against him. He doesn't even lets me take a small breath. He looks into my eyes with the violent glint I knew always were in his eyes. It was one among thousand reasons I couldn't accept his proposal.

"If you do what you plan to do Shivanya. You'll face my wrath. Mark my words I won't be the pleasant Shariq you knew once. I'll fuck you and then I'll make you mine if it comes to that." He whispers in a low menacing voice.

Black spots starts to form through my vision as he chokes me to the point I couldn't even take a single breath inside. I am going to die. I know it with a certainty. He is going to kill me.

Then he suddenly lets go of me.

I cough hard gulping much air as much as I could. He comes to help me with a resenting look but I move out of his touch. I run out of the place without a backward glance and get into a three wheeler.

Only when I know I am safe I let out shuddering sobs. The driver asks me if I am okay I just tell him my address.

When the vehicle parks infront of my house I release a breath and wipe my face. I pay the driver, and wrap my dupatta around myself making sure that my throat is not visible.

I don't want to worry my parents. They have their own problems to deal with. I don't want to add myself to their worries. That's why I hid Shariq's behaviours from them for years.

Not Anymore. This ends today.

I walk into the house & Mama sees me. Her expression turns worried after seeing my face, "Shivi? What is it beta?"

I want a hug. I almost say that to her.

"Mama" I choke. "It's nothing. I think I have a bad headache. Can you not let anyone disturb me in my room? I am taking rest." She tries to refuse but I say, "Please Mama." with a broken voice even I feel pity for myself.

She nods and says "We'll talk about this later." I sag in relief and walk myself to my room.

After closing the door I faced the mirror and removed my dupatta. My throat is marred with purple and blue bruises and my eyes are swollen red. I couldn't face myself for what happened today. It is my fault as much as it his for giving him space for what he did all these years.

I take a shower, change into my sleep clothes and send an email to my company claiming illness and that I won't be able to join them in the party.

I switch off my phone and settle myself in bed.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I am filing a restraining order against him. I sigh resolutely.

"Mark my words I won't be the pleasant Shariq you knew once. I'll fuck you and then I'll make you mine if it comes to that."

Tears gather in my eyes while thinking about what happened to my life all these years & specifically how close I was to death today. I never want to feel the fear I felt today again.

I closed my eyes and a choked wounded sound comes out of my mouth. I curl myself into a fetus position to feel safe thinking that would protect me from the evils from outside.

And I wept myself to sleep.

To be continued...