FRACTURED PROMISES.

Chapter 1

▪︎Priyanka▪︎

I feel his fingers trailing my back as I arched onto him, and tipped my head back, waiting for him to do something. Anything. My hands were tied above me, as I was flipped over on the bed with him behind me.

"Did he touch you?" He said in his deep voice. I liked his voice. So deep and sensual, Especially when he moans while he fucks me hard.

"No" I whispered hoarsely. My body jerked as he trailed his fingers up at the length of my back. Since he blindfolded me, I never knew where he was touching me next. It gave me a sense of thrill and excitement.

He grabbed my hair and pushed my head back. I could feel his hot breath trickling my ear, goosebumps arose in my skin as I became more aware of his presence.

"Are you lying to me, Priya?" He bit my earlobe and I growled.

"I...I didn't want him to touch me" I say as I push my body back towards him.

"So you lie to me now? To save the bunch of motherfuckers who touched you knowing damn well who you belong to" he said as he dart out his tongue and licked the sensitive spot behind my ear.

"You'll pay for this Priya."

My body jerked away from my bed. Keeping my hand over my racing heart, I wiped off the sweat from my temples and ran my hand through my tangled hair. I hid my face in my palm and groaned.

It happened again.

It happens every night. Over the past four years.

Every night I dream of him. The way he touched me, how he felt on top of my naked body, his lips on mine. I curse myself to stop thinking about it. To stop being too depressed over the thing that happened years ago. But I can't let myself pass from that tragic event. It ruined my life, my personality, my health

My relationship.

It was his fault. And my fault for going there while being broken, stripped down to pieces. Maybe if I wasn't so broken at that time things would be different.

I shook my head and told myself to stop thinking about it. I made my way towards the bathroom to freshen up for my college.

Studying industrial psychology at the most prestigious university was never a problem for me. It was because of my influence and also seriousness in my Studying stuff. I was always top of the class, proving bitches that I'm much more than the name Malhotra. People believed that I was spoiled, coming from a rich family. Egoistic because I didn't talk to anyone and preferred to work alone or sit alone. A bitch because I didn't smile and acknowledge them as they were used to.

I couldn't care less about them. I knew that I couldn't be the person I was years ago. It took me the hard way to learn.

The only friend I made after that was Saanvi. She saw me at my worst but never once left my side. She was a supermodel. The only Indian supermodel. One day she was in Paris and the next I knew she would be doing a runway show in Berlin. We were friends because we were both dead from the inside. We knew the harsh reality of life. That's why we clicked instantly and knew how to handle each other's demons.

We both met at a wedding. At that time, I was scared to make friends. The experience was so bad for me, I was fresh out of the demonic things that happened to me. But then talking to her felt right. Back then she was still giving auditions. Now we both were in a better place. She was a supermodel while I was getting my internship directly from my college to have experience in an office atmosphere which was my area of interest. Just 1 year of experience and I would complete my Masters.