Captured

Chapter 12

Finally, a sob rocked her way through her chest and flowed out of her lips. Ranvijay's features turned panicking and he tried to touch her shoulder but she pushed him, screaming. "Don't touch me!" 

More sobs followed and she hiccupped, pressing her back to the wall. "Is this how you treat women who reject your goddamn gifts?" She fumed, looking murderous. "Or is this how you treat any woman?" 

"You're not any woman, Matsyaa. You're my woman." Ranvijay asserted, instilling life in her fears. He reached out a hand and lifted it to her cheek, rubbing circles. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Don't fear me. I mean no harm to you." 

Matsyaa bristled in anger and slapped his hand away, "I don't fear you, leech! I disgust you. I hate you." 

"This is momentary. You hate the power I have on you." Ranvijay contradicted and took a step back. "You aren't supposed to hate me, Matsyaa. You are made to love me. That's what you'll do. That's what a lover does. Love and respect!" 

"I'm not your lover." 

"You'll be mine." 

Matsyaa shook her head and seethed in disgust. "You are sick. I'm leaving." 

Just as she made a break for the door again, Ranvijay pulled the satin loop off her top and the knot opened, making Matsyaa gasp. She stopped immediately, facing the door and felt her top going loose against her torso. Her hands flew to her chest to keep the dress from falling and her trembling lips sputtered out a whimper. 

"I'm sorry. But, you're not leaving until we've disclosed this conversation." Ranvijay muttered a purposeful apology and laced the strings in her fingers, drawing her closer to him. Matsyaa skidded back to him without turning and her back bumped against his chest. Fear gripped her in its clasp, making her unable to fight. If he could open the knot, he could also throw her top away and she wouldn't be able to do anything. 

The music was really loud. She was unsure if anyone would hear her cries of pleas. She just silently cried, clutching the top tightly to her front and sensed the cold fingers dawdling on her back. Suddenly, the strings tightened and her top fitted her perfectly. Ranvijay peeked at her through her shoulder. "Is it comfortable or do I need to tighten it more?" 

She slowly shook her head, providing him with an answer and heard him sigh. He draped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, keeping his chin on her shoulder. "Just relax! I won't do anything." 

"What do you want from me?" She implored, her voice breaking. He didn't reply but merely pressed his lips on the arch of her shoulder. She waited for his response, anticipation was killing her and she could see him deliberating through the corner of her eyes. 

"You!" He breathed out, "I want you Matsyaa. I can't stand this distance between us anymore. I want you for all my days and all my nights. I want you to be mine. Only mine. In every sense. With every respect. By every means. Just mine." He said slowly, sinking each and every word in her brain. 

She wriggled out of his grip and retreated from him, "I won't be yours. Not after everything that you've done today. I'm not a commodity you want to have. You can't own me." She screamed at him and he tucked his hands in his pockets, regarding her arrogantly. "It's just in your head, sweetheart. Everything can be owned. Give it some time." 

"You don't know me. The moment I tell my family, you'll be finished." She gritted his teeth and Ranvijay clenched his jaw at her disobedience. She was making it difficult for her. He strode to her and grabbed her arm roughly, yanking her closer. His eyes burning into hers. "I don't take threats, Matsyaa. You asked me what I wanted and I told you. If you can't accept reality, it's not my fault." He snarled, tightening his grip. "Learn to show me respect. I don't respond friendly to arrogance and disobedience. There are some lines that you just don't cross."