The fierce gazes lingered upon her beautiful eyes which denied to allow him to be pleased of the fear residing deep inside her. Aryan's grip tightens, lifting her face slightly while Kiara's heart paces and the feeling of being filthy by the touch stabs her soul.
"Look at me, Kiara!!!" The yell would have gotten her to flinch yet she retains her stance strongly, but only her eyes squeeze tightly yearning to distance herself from him, from his shadow and everything that belongs to him.
A smile curls upon his lips, those sweating hands and trembling breath displayed what his gazes wished for.
"Open your eyes, Kiara, otherwise you know the consequences well." the utterances, his essence, that perfume and the disgusting feeling of your body being touched without your consent cocoons her, the fist grasping the lehenga quivers, bearing everything which she comprehended to occur. Two choices seize her mind: Either to bear it or to fight back strongly.
"No, I can't be scared anymore. If I succumb to fear today, they will continue to exploit me. I have to protect my sister, I have to take revenge on this monster. I have to confront him. That night's darkness can never come back into my life, no, never."
"What happened? Are you scared? Kiara, then this night will be no less than a terrifying nightmare for you." Aryan whispers slowly weaved in a lustful manner. His fingers slid to the back of her neck while his thumb rested on her jawline. A wave of revulsion flows through her, endeavouring to shove off his hand whose grip tensed, handing over more pain. Her moist eyes flutter open withholding the fear, burning in flames piercing through the enemy.
"Life is only taken once, isn't it? And you took it that night. Now there's neither fear nor surrender, Aryan Rathod! Let me go!!!" she growls dauntlessly, astonishment strikes when he releases her and steps back.
"Filing a complaint will cost you dearly, Kiara. Don't think that marrying me has saved your sister Nikita."
"Don't take my sister's name from your filthy mouth!" she snaps raising her finger at him.
" Why shouldn't, I? wifey" Her hand receives a jerk when he clutches it behind her and gives an abrupt turn to her body. Kiara closes her eyes letting the pearls of pain trickle down which only comes across to rise with her hand being twisted. A gasp shatters the air as he pulls her closer, her back leaning against him and a whisper crashes her ears, startling her to the inner extent bringing upon a trail of shiver.
"Don't even try to raise a finger against me, Kiara. This is just the beginning of hell."
" I will kill myself, LEAVE ME if you tried to rape..."
Her gazes freeze and her lip parts when the tragic realisation knocks off that her wedding has transpired to her rapist in whose clutches she is now. The word rape irks him giving provoke to the loathe residing deep inside. he turns her sharply, confronting her. The grip on her wrist tightens forming marks of blood which seep through her wounds.
" RAPE!!! say it again and see what I will do ", Aryan snaps, his borrows constrict but where was Kiara willing to let her weapons down.
" Truth is bitter Mr. Aryan Rathod"
Her hand is set free with a jerk and Aryan walks away to the bar to get himself a drink while the dim lights accentuate his sharp features. gathering every drop of courage Kiara veers around towards him and a warning seethes through the air.
"Aryan Rathod! Remember one thing, or just get it fixed in your filthy brain, you do it once more and I will screw you up. I don't have anything to lose, and you know very well, the one with nothing is more dangerous, so keep it in your dirty mind that even if I am your wife, you can't touch me, not without my consent"
A sharp piercing clatter reverberates through the hall with glass being slammed onto the bar slab. He storms to her and slaps her hardly, the impact tumbles Kiara to the floor while the nath hangs in the air which remains attached to her hair that flew slightly in the air.
A sharp sting resonates in her cheeks but the emotional pain overshadows the physical pain. her fingers brush against her lips, gaze witnessing the blood staining them which fuels her wrath even further. she lifts her face and her eyes land upon his fist clenched as if trying to hold control over himself but those eyes of his told the tale of the storm engulfing him deep inside. enveloped in the darkness, Kiara flinches back with his every advancing threatening steps.
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Loveless: The Beginning of Hell
Romantik[The Book has been rewritten, there can be changes in the story] Kiara Chauhan, a lively girl full of life, but when single night of horror snatches away everything from her and tosses her into a forced wedding with Aryan Rathod upon whom she blamed...
