CHAPTER THREE

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ANSHIKA POV

My heart skipped a beat when he was coming towards me and gave me my phone which I left on his table. I went back to class.

The next day our day was usual.
In our free class we three were going to the canteen, on our way to the canteen a boy with a rose proposed to me. I slapped him back and Sid started beating the shit out of him. Then we got to know the boy was ragged by senior group of our college.

I went to them and slapped the leader of the group.In anger he raised his hand to slap me  and my eyes scrunched up as I opened them I found vedant sir pulled his hand away and asked him to meet in the principal office.
"Hey bhagwan anshu tu to roj drame kr rhi hai college me tu cha gyi Aaj college me 😁 "said Nidhi
(Oh my god Anshu you are creating drama everyday in the college, you have become famous in the college today)
"Chl ghr chle ab fltu baat hogyi ho to" said sidd and his hand on my shoulder 
And as we started walking towards home, I felt like someone was watching me but any way let's go home.

Next morning

Nidhi and I were going to class suddenly Nidhi went to washroom and as I move someone blind folded me with his hands but I knew it was one and only sidd and we just friendly hug me
Suddenly Vedant Sir's loud voice echoed next we knew he was calling Sid for some work then Sid left .

He turned towards me and asked me to come to his cabin .
As soon as I reached the cabin, the next moment the gate got locked and I was pushed against the cabin gate.
His blue orbs become red and boring into mine black one very anguishly.
For a sec I got scared and tried to push him away.

"Tumari uske itna pas Jane ki himmat kase hui . (How dare you go near him?)"

"Kiski baat kar rhe hai ( whom did I go to closer ) "
His brows tensed up and he said" I'm talking about that Siddharth Arora"

"Apko kya usse wse bhi wo mera best friend hai ..mmmm"
(What do you think about him, he is my best friend anyway)

"Durr raho usse ( stay away from him )"
He was steaming & nostrils flared up.

"Aap hote kaun hain ese bolne wale"
(Who are you to order me like this)

"Do as I say otherwise you will have to regret SUNSHINE."

"No..... I won't listen you . Do what you can do."

As I turned to go out, a hand came on my waist and pulled me back and my back touched his chest and his warm breath tickled my neck. With our hand he opened my hair and started smelling them.

My heart skipped a beat in his warm ambrace. I'm feeling embarrassed about how he is controlling my emotions.I have never ever felt melting for anyone neither for my rapist husband.

The next moment I felt a sharp pain in my neck followed by sucking and licking harshly. I just started to moan.Then he pulled my skin again with his teeth.

I just liked the way he was controlling me but I m just very embarrassed about it . Because I was a widow and I shouldn't have these kind of thoughts according to society.
I came out of my thoughts and requested him to leave me.
"Sir, please leave me "

" No Sunshine ,you wanna know what I can do.you took this upon yourself.
Now listen to me carefully sillygirl you are all mine to touch , see, love ,hug, kiss. You are mine and I'm all yours  Never let any man come closer to you otherwise punishment could be more that this.
Or us Siddharth ka to bura haal krdunga me. "

"Okkk .. sir just leave me "

Then he left me.
As he left me I saw myself in the phone mirror face red , hair disheveled , dupatta was on the floor and dark red bruise on my neck . I picked up my dupatta and started to cover my bruise  The next moment he held my hand tightly....

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