*23rd page of my dairy*
It was quiet but brightly illuminated. That stupid light was disturbing my slumber. I hate it. I woke up yawning. I had no idea where i was bt i was very comfortable and warm in this bed. "Oh in my hotel room!!" I took a relief breathe...But the question was how did i get here.. i sat up with great difficulty..i had a terrible headache. "ahh my head" i was massaging my own head when my eyes fell on my cloths.. "what the hell!" I cringed. I was in someones shirt. I threw away the duvlet to check whether i was naked under that sheet or not. No i was in my red petticoat, underwears n someones white shirt. My heart started beating faster. I held my head in between my palms...'Whose shirt is this?? Sex!!! With whom?? Who did this to me...?' All this questions...my fear of losing my dignity was making me all pale n cold. I was about to weep when the bathroom door clicked open n randhir came out,wiping his head with a towel n another one was wrapped around his waist. "Randhir..." my eyes grew wider. He stood in front of mirror n looked at me through it. "what r u doing in my room" i frowned. "excuse me.. ur room..!!! its my room for ur kind information" he replied so cooly. I checked for my luggage which i kept beside the wardrobe in my room. To my suprise It was not there...in fact in that place his luggage was there.
Factured memories of the previous night came slowly back to haunt me. The drinking,he carring me,the vommiting.... i cringed inwardly. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I was so embarassed.
"How r u feeling?"
I peeked up at him. He was standing in front of me n passed a painkiller towards me. I took it without arguing. He grasped each end of the towel that he had around his neck..as usual staring at me. It was then i realised i was gawking at his bare torso unintentionally.
"Did u...i mean we didnt had...i mean..we"My voice was barely a whisper. my heart was sinking...asking something like that.
He narrowed his eyes "no.. we didnt had sex" he said it out so loud,so clear. It made me relax. Also i gained some courage to ask him about my clothes.
"Mere kapre....Did u undress me?" I knew the answer but somewhere being a girl I expected a negative reply. And at the same time the fact that it was rono not any other man gave me little relief. After so much i still had faith on him
"Who else then... ur Mr Dhruv?" He snapped. He was furious agn.
Before i could answer he grabbed me, making me stand on my knees so that we were on same level "i dont like sharing my things..u know that very well...better u stay away from him" he hissed through his teeth. His facial musles became hard agn clearly depicting his frustration.
'HIS THING!! I m not his thing..i have my own life..my own choices..He is dominating me as if i m his slave' The thought was suddenly so infuriating. I wanted to shout at him, but i refrained. I didnt want the whole world to witness us fighting but i was mad at him.
"Ur thing! What do u mean by ur thing?" i pushed him back."I m not ur doll Mr Randhir Singh Shekhawat.. ki jab chaha khel lia aur jab chaha uthake phek dia.." my aggresion already on its peak. I felt my own vision getting blur by my tears. I hate crying when i am angry but i cant help it.
He was quiet...looking so helpless. He made no move to answer me.
"Bolo.. who gave u this damn rights..mujhe dominate karna, mujhpe haq jatana...mujhe chune ka haq! Bolo kyun karte ho..ye shab... Kyun??" I lost control on my emotions. I broke down there in front of him.
"bcz I LOVE U DAMMIT..."
To be continued..
