Loveless: The Beginning of Hell

11: Sold?

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Yanking out the piece of bangle from her skin, Kiara throws it away while the blood oozes out but the pain it yielded was nothing that lies ahead. Aryan comes back into the room and the marks are the first ones to get attention. The blood still smudged her lips.

" cover those marks, especially the one on your lips," Aryan demands, moving to her.

"There is no make-up here. So your cover-up won't be achievable" Kiara's blunt reply sends Aryan in thoughts who glances at the empty dressing table but it is not long before when his eyes shift to the wedding Nath lying on the bed. It was evident that Kiara did it on purpose. Storming to the bed, his fingers feel the cold metal of it, lifting it in the air, he raises a question.

" Why haven't you worn it "

Kiara feels trapped, not having any response to the question hurled at her.

" I...i " she stutters. She never wants to go to Reyansh, his touch solely disgusts her let alone spending the entire night. Her body already feels filthy, Not like it used to feel before, pure, her own, but rather dirty and invokes misery in her heart, especially the reflection of that night adds to every inflicted suffering. It didn't take a moment for Aryan to thrash away the cleverness put on.

" doing it on purpose, Kiara, let me tell you something important, your sister has married my brother Kartik and with one wrong step, your sister will pay the price "Aryan's utterances only brought shock to Kiara, whose eyes widened on the newly learnt information.

Several thoughts raced through her mind, Nikita only loves Abhay then how did she even consent to this wretched marriage? they must have compelled her as if forcing Kiara was not adequate for them.

Aryan clasps the lock of the nose ring, Moving his hands away from her.

"his touch is so different, stop thinking that! he is the one who snatched my dignity from me, who seized my happiness" Kiara feels looking at Aryan who was occupied in wearing her diamond Kangan, concealing those bruises which stained the fair skin. Holding up the dupatta he positions it over her head lending a shroud to her back which was exposed due to the backless blouse.

In those seconds, his mere actions faded away the belief in her mind that he raped her.

" Why are you doing this, why are you saving me from him," she asks. Those eyes told fables but not the ones Kiara could comprehend.

" you are my wife and no one can touch you except me," Aryan lets out claiming right on her, not even for a moment did his eyes crammed with lust.

" Please don't send me to him " she pleads, falling to her knees, her hands folded in a request to have mercy on her. A spark of hope enlightened in her glassy eyes filled with tears. Though her act might have left Aryan astonished, whose lips part yet he bends on his one knee and explains.

" Kiara I married you because my company suffered a loss and Reyansh is my business partner. I know you are shaken even upon hearing his name but I promise he won't touch you," the promise held no value to Kiara whose trust in him has been ravaged. Her soul shatters into shards of glass realising that he won't attend to any of her pleading words. Aryan whose hand moves towards her arm ceases midway when the high-pitched voice breaks out.