🥀Healing her🥀

Haunted Past

The dried scar was visible on Kreya's face. Kreya was looking down. Her maasi asked her about the scar but she didn’t reply.

"Mummy please force mat karo." Kiana said stopping her mother.

"Tujhe pata hai?" Kiana's mother Sarika strictly asked. Kiana went quiet.

"Kuch puchrahi hu Kiana. Bol kya tujhe pata hai?" Kiana's mother shook her body.

Kiana looked at Kreya and Kreya looked at her. Both were looking at each other.

"Dekho beta bata do. Kreya tu hi bata." Dimple said softly.

Kiana once looked at her mother, brother, Dimple aunty, her mausa ji. Then she again looked at Kreya.

"Kiana, batao please. 2 saal beet gaye iss intezaar mein..." Raka pleaded.

Kreya blinked her eyes allowing her to reveal. Kiana sighed and sat down.

Flashback,
4 years ago,

When Kreya  was 20 and studying at university in Udaipur, she was in relationship with a guy named Aryan. Aryan was senior of her university. It was going good for the time being until it started turning into a toxic relationship. Kreya used to live in Udaipur alone as her father's business was based in Goa and he used to be out for business most of the time. Not that, Kreya complained about it or anything.

But one evening, she was having party in a club with some of her female and male classmates of university. Her boyfriend, Aryan, dragged her by her arms without hearing anything in front of everyone.

"Kya karrahe ho, Aryan?" Kreya protested.

She tried to get out of his grip and stop him. "Chup chap chalo mujhe gussa mat dilao, Kreya." Aryan said dragging her towards his car. His eyes were darkened due to extreme anger and possessiveness.

After sometime,

They reached Aryan's apartment. Aryan got out of his car and made her get out of the car.

"Aryan, please." Kreya pleaded but Aryan didn’t listen. He entered his house and pushed her inside the house. Not to mention that Aryan is very controlling and spoilt brat guy.

"Kya karrahi thi waha? Woh bhi itne saare ladkon ke beech mein. Maza aata hai tumhe dusre ladko saath rehna?" Aryan yelled.

"Do not." Kreya shouted back. "Woh ek function tha. That's it."

Aryan grabbed her throat and choked her as she shouted at him.

"Chillao mat. Awaz neeche." He said in a dangerous voice.

"Tum Karo toh sahi aur main karu toh galat. Alag level ki hypocrisy hai." Kreya replied while struggling in his grip. Her face was turning red due to lack of air.

Her words made Aryan even angry. He pushed her against the wall still choking her. Even though, she was having tough time. She didn’t give up. She kept looking into his eyes with fierce eyes.

Aryan loosened his grip on her throat.  But in anger, he started breaking things. The living turned into a mess. There was broken glasses, vase everywhere. They got into a heated arguement where Aryan slapped her and she fell on floor hitting her cheek on the pieces of broken glass piece which caused the scar. He then grabbed her arms and locked her in a room while her cheek was bleeding. He didn’t care.

"Chhodo mujhe please.." she cried, she begged. Nothing worked.

Her breath got stuck in her lumps of her throat being in a closed dark room. The room was so dark that she could see nothing at all. She couldn’t even breath properly. She nonstop knocked on the door crying. Nothing happened.