I, Nandani, wife of one of the richest man in the country. A perfect house. A handsome husband. But is a perfectly furnished house a home? A handsome husband really qualified to be one? You won't know what darkness until the night veils up. Because...
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Nandani's pov I wake up suddenly by a some moments. I open my eyes and they directly lend on Madhyam's face. He's opening my hands which he tied with the belt last night. A sudden pain rushes in my arms as they set free. The rigid muscles loosen up, contracting in pain. I close my eyes and tears fall down to through the corner of my eyes, when I fell a thumb wiping my tears away, it was Madhyam.
"Does it hurt, baby?" He asked politely like his life depended on me. Creasing my wrists which had been bruised from the tortures. The wound on my chest ached even more. "You know na baby, I don't mean to hurt you. But..... but I don't know why I can't just control.... I just can't control when someone else looks at you. You know na you are mine. Just mine. You know na??" He asked pressing my wounds hurting them even more. I just nodded my head in yes, because I was tired. Tired of everything. Every thing that had no end.
He smiled instantly at my nod and pecked my lips and said, "get ready, we are leaving for Ooty today, pack your stuff and hurry up you need to get Shruti ready too."
He stood up from the bed, wore his boxers and went in the walk in closet. I hurriedly got up and rushed to the bathroom wearing my silks robe. Switching on the shower, I sank on the floor crying. The warm water rushed my wounds washing away the dried blood. I just hoped why couldn't it wash away the miserable life I live. I so wished to end it, the only thing that keeps me going is Shruti. The day I promised myself I'll never let anything harm her.
It's 6 in the morning. Dehradun in so cold in the winters. I stand in the closet in my bathrobe, applying foundation on the scars. The scars which tell the story about the night. I hide the marks, on hands on neck, on legs, even on my face. This is not my everyday drill. Because when days are good, Madhyam doesn't slap me on my face. Just in bed. And the scars they don't need to hide, because no one comes here and I'm not allowed to step out of the house. Never.
But today was different, Madhyam was taking us to Ooty. Me and Shruti. This would be the first time Shruti will be out of this mansion. I get ready and pack my bag, and Madhyam's bag just the way he wants it. His assistant gave me a dictated list.
After completing my work I go to Shruti's room. The little bundle sleeps in the middle of soft whites. The room is so sophisticated for a kid. All white. Isn't a baby's room supposed to be colourful. But how can I expect it. I walked up to her cradle and saw her sleeping soundly. I creased her head softly and picked her up, kissed her all over her face and just smiled looking at her. Then placing her back in her cradle, I started packing her stuff in the bag I brought.
Once done I was thinking of not waking Shruti up and directly changing her clothes. But my surprise she was already up and was cycling her legs up and down silently. A smile crept on my face as I saw the little one smiling at me.
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