The Things That I Left Behind..

Chapter-11

Sorry for late update :)
And Remember being a victim,witness of violence,cruelty and keeping silence is never the answer to justice.
Take a step and help someone.
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C h a p t e r - 11

"Learning to trust again is like learning to ride a bike all over again. You have to fear nothing and be confident about everything even when you remember how bad it hurts when you crash!"
-Pinterest
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"Come on!Atleast give me a chance to say something!" Saransh spoke.
Sara glared at him and moved her face away from him as she waited for her bus.
Saransh sighed angrily,sat in his car and drove away.
Sara shook her head in disappointment.She never expected him to actually drive away.
Before more disappointment could settle in,she saw as Saransh reversed the car and came out of the car.
He knelt down and folded his hands and spoke,"I am sorry Sara.Please speak to me!Please Insult me!Beat me,do whatever you want but please don't stay angry with me!"
She looked at him as his eyes silently pleaded and he looked guilty enough.
She walked into the car,sat on her seat.She didn't say anything.
Saransh silently thanked God,Atleast there was some progress.
Sara blurted out,"I am still angry with you.Its just that I am late for office.Now Drive!"
Saransh gave her a mock salute and said,"Yes Madame."
Sara rolled her eyes.
As they reached office,she slammed the car door shut a little too loud and walked off to her office without giving Saransh a glance.
Saransh sighed this time and went away.
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"I hate you." Sara spoke.
Mr Malhotra raised his brow and asked,"And I care because?"
Sara shook her head and stuck her tongue out like a child.
Mr Malhotra shook his head at her child like attitude.
Sara spoke," Of course,you witnessed my family feud.You could have been discussing it with your family."
Mr Malhotra spoke,"I am not interested in any kind of gossip neither I do."
Sara spoke with her eyes narrowed,"Then how does media know about this?"
Mr Malhotra stood up from his chair,he towered over Sara as he gave her an intimidating gaze and spoke,"The feud had begin from your office.Not from home."
Sara gave him an equally challenging gaze,something which surprised Mr Malhotra as many wouldn't dare to.
She spoke,"I am not accusing you.I just asked you."
Mr Malhotra spoke,"Really?You just told me that you hate me and then you bring up this topic."
She tilted her head and spoke,"I could hate you for million of reasons.This might particularly not the only one."
Mr Malhotra looked down at his watch and spoke,"Of course you can hate me.This is a free democratic country.And I don't really care.I hope you remember that by these two days your work here will be over."
Sara nodded and with a giddy smile spoke,"Of course I know.I have done my research too.I think this will be it then hopefully our paths will not be ever,which I mean from bottom of my heart,not meet."
Mr malhotra gave her a curt nod and spoke,"Now how about you complete these 10 files before lunch time so that you can complete 29 other files?"
Sara simply scoffed and went to her work.
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Sara sat and counted the money left.
A very little amount.
50 euros?That was how much was left.Tears sprang up in her eyes as she couldn't figure out,what she should do?
How will she pay bills?Tusshar never really bothered to stay around and this money that was left was the savings she had.
She knew Tusshar would be somewhere drunk and under influence of it.
His womanising ways were still evident by heavy lady perfume fragrance from his clothes that he forcibly made her wash.
She hated all this.But she had no choice.Her passport was probably hidden somewhere by him.And she could not escape him.
She always felt that he was an alarming sign.
An Alarming sign to her destruction that was nearing.
Time was less.
Money no chance.
His gaze was always of pervert nature now that she thought.
Only if she had recognised these signs much before.
Susan's warnings came up in her mind,"Sara.You are doing a great mistake.You shouldn't live with him.For god knows,he might do something to you and we might not even know."
Sara walked slowly,taking small steps,partly because she had no strength and partly due to being ashamed.
She knocked on the door of her neighbour and the only friend she could always confide.
Susan opened the door to see Sara who gave her a sad smile.
Susan hugged her and spoke,"Sara.I am here."
Sara let her tears flow as Susan patted Sara's back affectionately.
She made Sara sit and brought her a glass of water.Sara drank up the water and she hiccuped as her cries had been stopped.
Susan spoke,"Sara,please let me talk to my brother.He has good connections and god knows,he might be able to help you."
Sara shook her head and spoke," No Susan.I don't want to bother you and your family more.Just this last time,lend me money,next month I will surely search some job...."
Susan stopped Sara and said,"Shut up girl.You are my friend.Heck,you might be my best friend.And what about your Indian star's lines? In friendship no sorry no thank you."
Sara smiled and spoke,"I wish my family could Atleast hear about me."
Susan's eyes brightened up as she spoke,"Are you actually thinking of my decision?"
Sara said,"I mean...I...I really don't know how people will react.My brother and mother....."
Susan spoke,"But they will find some solution to your problem."
Sara bit her lips as she contemplated,"Hmm..Maybe.I will try to find their contact number."
Before either could speak,she heard Tusshar shouting,"Sssaaarrraa....Sara....Where are you my love?"
Sara's eyes widened in fear as she ran back to her house to find Tusshar sitting in the torn recliner sofa.
Her hazel eyes seemed to scan the place as whole house was in mess.
Tusshar gave her a sleazy smile and spoke,"My love.Can you please give me 180 euros?"
Sara shook her head and spoke,"We don't even have that much money.So."
Tusshar's smile fell as his blue eyes,the same blue eyes that made her feel giddy seemed to be filled with dangerous gleam.
Tusshar repeated,"Care to repeat?"
Sara this time remained determined,inspired by her friend's words.
She spoke,"We don't have money."
Tusshar seemed to laugh before he launched himself at Sara and seemed to cage her in between his arms and the wall that had turned into distasteful piece of work.
Sara couldn't stop the tears as she felt the real fear and powerful stench of alcohol stung her nose.
His cold hands seemed to run through her arm as he whispered,"Give me all money or...."
He seemed to twist her arm as she cried out in pain.
The pain was too real,she nodded and handed over the last bundles of notes she had.
Tusshar laughed happily,gave a sloppy kiss and went away laughing.
But not before pushing the wooden chair on fallen Sara.
Leaving behind the mess.
The mess of the sacred relationship.
And The mess of Sara's feelings.
Sara's bruised hand was another story of mess of his Brain.
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"No...No..,Please leave my hand...." Sara whispered as her hands were numb and the flashback seemed to be going towards her worst days.
She felt warm hands on her head when she jerked up and saw him looking down on her.
Mr Malhotra.
His face was etched with confusion and a deep worry seemed to be on his face.
No.She had to share her disorder with someone.Otherwise it seemed to eat her up.
Her flashbacks were coming back with full force and nightmares turning more horrific.
Some Tears escaped her eyes as she blinked furiously.
She took a deep breath and looked at Mr Malhotra saying,"I am sorry...I just..."
Mr Malhotra just seemed to ask,"No.Its fine.Are you okay?"
Sara played with her fingers nervously as she spoke,"I wanted to tell you something...."
As He looked at her with a frown,words failed to escape her mouth.
She simply shook her head and said,"I have completed 30 files.Rest I will do tomorrow.Now I am going back to Cafe to check on the staff we have hired."
She spoke and she got up abruptly picking up her bag and she walked out of the office as fast as she could.
Before she could hire a cab,she heard Mr Malhotra's voice,"Hey Sara, we have a emergency meeting with Mr Singh."
Her all fears as her rage settled in.
She had to deal with a devil now.She sighed and said,"Right."
As Mr Malhotra drove the car,Sara glanced out of the window.
Her PTSD seemed to get worse.She couldn't believe she had this kind of flashback when she was working.
How would she manage things?
She silently chided herself for even thinking for a fraction of second to tell Mr Malhotra about her disorder.How could she trust him?
After all he was a businessman.
He could easily betray her trust and shake hands with Mr Singh.
Her mind's attention now shifted to Mr Singh.She wondered what could be the cause of the emergency meeting.
Her mind made several points before a satisfying answer was found.She messaged Meeta,the head of the accounts to forward her some datas.
Working at Mr Malhotra company was a blessing in disguise but she couldn't really tell him now.
She checked the datas that she received and she kept studying.

Mr Malhotra drove the car at moderate speed,and right now they were in middle of great traffic jam of Mumbai.
He seemed to get bored as he waited when he noticed Sara intently studying.
Her hazel eyes seemed to be going through something as her face showed absolute concentration.He noticed that her hair was right now in a high pony while all her makeup seemed to be gone with only little bit of lipstick left out.
He couldn't help but notice how her nose seemed to be a bit pointed and her sharp features.
She seemed shy at first sight but the little slip up when he said her name wrong made him surprised to find that she was feisty.
The kind of girl he never met.
His mind went back to today's incident when she woke up,it was as if she had faced a nightmare.Her eyes had been wide with fear.
He couldn't place where had he seen such innocence in the eyes?
He was too worried at other night too when she almost had an accident and she blackened out in his arms.
His attention was back to the road when someone honked and he started driving again.

Sara still studying the data,asked Mr Malhotra,"Paper?Pen?"
Mr Malhotra replied,"You are my secretary.You should be having that!"
Sara scoffed at him as she spoke,"I can't believe you can't even help me!I pity your girlfriend or wife or whoever is going to be with you!"
Mr Malhotra rolled his eyes,speeding up,"Don't bring up my future wife in our fight!"
This time Sara rolled her eyes as she muttered,"God knows how we came up to this conversation!"

The car fell silent as Sara scribbled on her paper pad and she smirked at the new found information.
Mr Malhotra couldn't help but ask,"I feel you have found something to damage."
Sara for the first time that day smiled and replied,"You can't guess what small signatures could do!"
And she sat waiting for the destination to arrive as Mr Malhotra flabbergasted at the smile that she gave,he replied,"Women scorned,Hell found."
And Sara seemed to agree with the statement.
Temporarily forgetting her own fear to face the old rage.

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Mr Malhotra and Sara have odd relationship or whatever they share.
I would have been shipping them ;)
Sadly we still don't know his name.
Someone missed Mr Evil Singh?Meet him in next chapter.
Oh I was wondering to what about Raj?Should I kill him off*shrugs before receives a glare from Raj,hides in a cave and shouts'Hahaha...I am killing you off.'before getting hit by Sara*
Hahaha...Sorry been lately busy and crazy.
Hopefully I will update this book sooner.
And I think I plan to end this book in what?25-30 chapters.
Till then Ciao!
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