"Do you have any idea what will I do to that smart mouth or yours, darling?"
"What are saying?"
"Oh my innocent babygirl, you didn't understand, did you? Ok let me explain"
He caged her between him and the glass door behind him and said in a very d...
The weight of the today's incident settled heavy on Aswi's shoulders as she stepped into her cramped apartment.
He had been so cold, so dismissive, throwing her out of his house like she was some unwanted object. And now, he was acting as if nothing had happened, showering her with attention that felt suffocating and insincere.
Driven by a mix of anger and desperation, Aswi decided to skip work that day, knowing that retaliation was inevitable. The consequences chilled her to the bone, but she couldn't bring herself to endure his presence any longer.
Seeking solace in her kitchen, Aswi immersed herself in the therapeutic act of cooking. The sizzling sounds of spices dancing in oil and the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, temporarily easing her turmoil.
As evening descended, Nitya arrived at her apartment. Sensing Aswi's distress, she inquired about her absence from the office. Aswi hesitated, torn between confiding in Nitya and shielding her from her boss's misconduct.
"Let's go," Nitya announced resolutely. "We'll do some shopping and lift your spirits."
As they strolled through the aisles of a crowded mall, Nitya's infectious laughter and enthusiastic purchases brought a flicker of joy to Aswi's heart. She was busy buying things for herself and Aswi when a stranger approached her.
"You're Aswi, from the new company, right?" the man asked with a warm smile.
"Yes," Aswi replied, "but I don't recall meeting you. I am sorry"
"No worries, I saw Nitya talking to you that's why I became curious about you," the man explained.
As they chatted and laughed, Aswi felt a glimmer of hope amidst her despair. His kind words and genuine interest reminded her that there was still goodness in the world.
In the morning,
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The insistent buzz of my phone jolted me awake. It was 6:30 am, a time usually reserved for snoozing, not work calls. The number wasn't saved, just a string of digits that sent a shiver down my spine. I picked up, my voice tight with apprehension.
"You will come to company at sharp 7 am," boomed a voice, thick and heavy, like a storm cloud brewing. The call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at the phone, my heart hammering in my chest.
"Raksas," I breathed.
Why this early hour? What was he up to? My mind raced, replaying the events of yesterday.
"No," I muttered, a defiance rising in me, "I won't let him play with me anymore." I could explain the late arrival, blame it on traffic, anything to avoid his wrath. But the fear was a knot in my stomach, a chilling reminder of his power.
The apartment door was open, I put on a brave facade, slipped out of the apartment, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and defiance.
My plan was simple: get caught in 'traffic', arrive late, explain, and hope for the best.
