" Cause mummy, Mai Einstein, Newton k baare me jaankar kya karungi jab bade hokar mujhe poora Kamathipura hi kharidna Hai !! "
She got slapped for saying that.
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- Stripped Bare -
☆☆☆
TW/CW
(MENTIONS GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF SEXUAL ASSUALT ON WOMEN. )
READ KEEPING YOUR MENTAL IN MIND
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He lost in the game.
He fucking lost it. He had fucking lost. The fuc-
" No...." I whispered, my voice barely audible, and shook my head frantically, and looked at their faces- my monster of a Chacha , that well suited businessman, and all the unfamiliar faces who stared at me with pity and malice alike, " No.No. No. ... this is wrong. This can't happen. I never agreed to it."
The suited man sighed and signaled the guard.
Panic and rage took a better hold of me, I somehow wriggled free from their hold and grabbed my chacha by collar, " How dare you? HOW DARE YOU ?!!-" YOU BLOODY BASTARD!! I Placed you near my father, how many times are you to prove that youre not worthy of that respect, that position?! How many times more?
I shouted at his face, my hold on his collar getting tighter and shook him violently, but still he was somewhere in his drunken haze, he was not listening to me Even as I abused him in front of a lot other people, " How dare you?.....Tell me what I am to do now? TELL ME! "
" Now you're the property of house?" Stated that man, plainly.
" Win me back , chacha. If you ever considered me your daughter, You're going to win me back." I told him.
" Now I need not to worry about your marraige at all." He stared in my eyes , while swirling the glass of bear.
" Wh- what?" I stammered. Please tell me , you don't mean it. That you're drunk. Please......" You don't mean it, right? You're just drunk, right?"
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe my own ears. I couldn't believe that I trusted this man with my life fir some parts. I couldn't believe that I took his advice, no matter how drunken it was, to my heart. That I listened to him, that I earned to some extent for him, that I spend a good measure of my life to earn his trust, love , attention and care. That I changed my ways- my dressing, my tone, my attitude just to be acknowledged by him, that I looked up to him as a father figure. Only to be discarded by him. Only to left behind, that too in hand of those who look forward to strip me bare.
