ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝟷 ɪɴ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ sᴇʀɪᴇs
Tia ᥫ᭡ Saransh
"I like you. Saransh ji, I truly do a lot, but I'm not sure what love is because I've never felt it."
"Then let me show you what love feels like by painting you in the color of my love, sona.
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I struggled to open my eyes. My head pounded like someone was hitting it with a hammer. I glanced around, and my heart raced in my ribcage. It was the same mansion where I had been caged for a month, the same mansion where I had screamed in agony, the same mansion where I had lost my modesty. My cries, my yells, his sadistic laughter reverberated in my ears.
My hands got clammy, sweat beads formed, and I realized I was tied to a luxurious couch. No… no… no, please, not again. I can’t live with this nightmare again, please. Fear crawled through my veins, and tears rolled down my cheeks as a sob escaped my lips. No… this can’t be happening. Panic surged through me. I wiggled, the metal chain piercing my skin and causing me to bleed. I stood from the couch, but my foot slumped, and I fell to the floor with a thud, landing on my stomach. I hissed and glanced at my foot; I was chained.
A Few Hours Ago:
“Is this good, Erica? I don’t think so. He will like me with a tattoo,” I muttered, my thoughts tangled in a web of uncertainty. Here I was, sitting in a tattoo shop owned by Alex’s sister, Erica, who was nothing short of amazing—just like my best friends, Rooh and Ashii. My eyes darted nervously to the buzzing needles. I wasn’t afraid of needles or physical pain; I had a blue-eyed monster, who had put me through my fair share of scrapes.
No, my fear stemmed from Saransh. I knew he wouldn’t get angry about the tattoo itself, but I was pretty sure he’d be furious that I was willingly putting myself through pain.
“Chill, ragazza! I’ve known your husband for five years. He’s the coolest dude ever, unlike my brother, who’s a raging mad bull. He’ll love it!” Erica winked at me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking my head.
(𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥)
This evening, we were heading back to India, and I was bubbling with excitement—especially to see Maa. Just the thought of her made my heart swell with warmth. Finally, I felt like a human being, deserving of love and respect, everything a girl should have from her parents and partner. And it was all thanks to Saransh.
“Hello, back to Earth, ragazza!” Erica snapped her fingers, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Huh?” I blinked, trying to focus.
“I asked what you want to ink on your skin, darling,” she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. I sighed, feeling the weight of indecision settle on my shoulders. What should I get? Should I call Roohi for ideas? Nah, she’d probably suggest something ridiculous.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, exhaling a heavy sigh.
“What does he call you? Like some nickname or something?” she prodded, and I felt heat creep up my cheeks. I bit my lip, and she wiggled her eyebrows, clearly intrigued.
