His Arranged Bride

Chapter 41

Sensitive content ahead. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Nitya

"Your body is exactly how I expected it to be," Uday says, his eyes prying over me as I struggle to free my hands from the chains so I can cover myself.

"Please, no, please," I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut, not wanting to see his vile face.

"I promise you, Nitya," he says, leaning close to me. He is not yet touching me but I can sense his eyes everyone on my body. Making me feel too exposed, too disgusted. "You'll soon come to like it. After all, I'll do much more that just looking at you after we get married."

"Leave me alone," I scream as I pull on the chains, but they don't come off. They are digging into my wrists, causing blood to drip through, but they don't break open, no matter how much I struggle, even putting my whole strength into it.

"Aww, you amuse me." Uday chuckles. "You really think you'd be able to break these chains? You are too weak to fight against me. Too weak to do anything other than cry, scream, and let me do anything I wish with you."

He moves even closer, so much so that I can feel his breath over my face. "You should be grateful to me that I'm waiting patiently to get married to you before touching you. If I had not decided that, I would have already claimed you numerous times," he tells me, raising his hand over to my neck as if to touch me.

But I slide my head to the side as much as I can, wanting to get myself far away from him.

"Now why would you do that?" He asks, clutching my hair and roughly pulling me toward him. "As it is, I'm already regretting my decision to wait until marriage. If you keep recoiling away, I might just go back on my word."

Saying that, he slaps me.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Then, he stands up, leaving me crying due to my shame and the throbbing pain on my cheeks.

"I'll be back soon. Wait for me," he says, but then, starts laughing. "Oh, I forgot. You have no choice other than to wait, do you?"

Still continuing to laugh, he turns and starts walking out of the room, while I keep screaming, "Please, please, let me go. Please, let me go."

I continue to shout, feeling pathetic for pleading with the monster like him, but I am too broken to stop. I want to get out of here, even if the freedom came at the price of having to bow down and beg with that disgusting creature.

Suddenly, I stop screaming, when I notice darkness swirling inside the room. Round and round it went, just like a thunderstorm.

"What? Wh-what's happening?" I feel myself being shaken. "Pl-please, let me out. LET ME OUT."

I pull on the chains, wanting to stand from the floor, and I find myself being able to do it this time.

My body jerks up and I open my eyes.

But I realize I'm not in that room. There is no darkness here, just a dim, even comforting light.

And the floor is not too hard too. In fact, it's too soft.

I frantically look around, trying to figure out what's happening and how I came here when I was in that hellhole just a moment back.

"Nitya?"

I look up and see Prathamji standing in front of me. As I continue gazing at him, everything comes rushing back.

I'm no longer there. I'm in my room. With my husband. I'm safe. I'm safe.