Thakur's Hidden Desire | 18+

61. Her Trauma

Jairaj POV

Since the battery of my phone had died, I snatched the it from an officer and started viewing the live telecast of Amjad's mob lynching.

His one arm was swaying in the air, while the people kept kicking him brutally all over his body. The drone camera was capturing this. All the news channels were talking only about us.

Some of them were opposing us for not being able to handle the mob, and maintain law and order, but I don't care about them. If Amjad can stoop so low, then must also give it back to him properly.

This kept going on for an hour, and I was already in the hospital by now, but my baby begum wasn't awake. Someone had poured kerosene oil over Amjad while he was faltering here and there, and he caught fire all of a sudden.

He kept roaming for a few more minutes before eventually falling on the ground, the flames emerging from his body touched the skies, scaring off people.

He is dead, and with him every powerful person who ever wanted to harm my family, is dead. He was being talked about and discussed all over the headlines.

Arjun was coming to Lucknow, with all the women of the Thakur mansion. I got to know about Mandakini bhabhi's bravery, and Dhanraj bhaiya especially ordered Arjun to not kill the gunner who was waiting for Ragini bhabhi to feed Mandira. He was tied up with ropes, and was coming here to us.

Armaan was reciting prayers in our private room, still waiting for my baby begum to wake up. The doctor arrived, and we instantly stood up.

"She is out of danger."

She spoke, and all of us passed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God!"

Armaan whispered, holding my bicep like a scared kid. I instantly hugged him to relieve him from stress.

"But...."

The doctor interrupted us, and our smiles faded away immediately.

"But what, doctor?"

I asked, taking a step towards her.

"I think she is affected mentally. I mean whatever she has witnessed in the last few days, wasn't easy to digest."

She informed us in a low voice, lowering her gaze.

"Is she....r*ped?....She was in a brothel."

Armaan asked her, his voice diminished with each word he uttered. His question scared me deeply. It would become very tough to handle my baby begum if anything like this has happened.

"No! There are no signs of damage in her vagina. Also, the tests clearly state that she hasn't come in contact with males for the last fifteen days. However, there are nail marks on her inner thighs, and biting marks on her breast which show that she was forced by someone, but the penetration couldn't happen. And these marks are fresh, just 1-2 hours old."

She asserted, and as we relaxed realising that she was okay, our faces hung low with sadness to know about the Sheikh's deeds. She may not be r*ped directly, but his actions were enough to leave a negative impact on her body and mind.

"You can see her!"

She said, and both of us, followed by looking at each other.

"You go, Jai. Perhaps she wakes up recognising your touch."

Armaan whispered, nodding at me.

"I understand you, Armaan. You must be dying to see her."

I spoke, holding his shoulder. He shook his head, and glanced at me.