Flames of his obsession...

part 4

Raman : I will be waiting just outside the room.. koi help chahiye toh bula lena... It was very easy for removing your clothes... I guess I will be as simple as that to make you wear one... He said smirking at her...

She wasn't able to take his lustful look and dirty talks.. She just gave a disgusted look to him clutching the duvet tightly around her...

He enjoyed her nervously and left the room half-heartedly... Once he left she sighed in relief for being away from his dirty gaze for time being...

She slowly got up from bed wrapping herself in a duvet and went towards the huge wardrobe... She was totally amazed seeing the wardrobe which was loaded with all kinds of clothing... Designer sarees, kanjeevaram sarees, salwaar kameez, mini skirts, tops, party wears , daily wears, evening gowns, casual wears, pajamas what not it had everything a women wanted...

She roamed her hands on the dresses and pulled the adjecent drawer to see bundles of inner garments and designer lingeries kept separately... Which was perfectly of her size...

How does this man knows her size perfectly, she was embarrassed seeing those...

She moved towards the vanity table to see branded apparels from body lotion to perfumes everything perfectly arranged as per her choice making her confused... Her mind was continously drumming with the thought... who he was and what is his motive behind this kidnap...

Meanwhile the duvet that she wrapped around her slipped off her body revealing her nakedness.. She looked at herself in the mirror... Her body was slightly bruised here and there.. His imprints were left all over her body, he had given her red marks all over her body with his rough handling...

She ran her hands tracing the red marks on her body, as she closed her eyes lone tear rolled down her cheeks... Imagining his cruel behavior towards her... She still felt his warm touch all over her body, his hard chest that caressed her soft body... His lips that traced every inch of her body... His fingers inside her... He was the one who touched her so intimately where she had never imagined a man's touch... She recalled the way she surrendered to him making her feel disgusted thinking of herself... How could she... She cursed herself for being weak in the person's arms whom she hated the most... She hated this monster who was torturing her...

She took a deep breath and wiped her tears and opened her eyes trying to compose herself... Her eyes fell on the piece of accessory that was dazzling in her neck... Making her widen her eyes in shock...

MANGALSUTRA!... She cleared her eyes to make sure of what she just saw... Her eyes now fell on her forehead... Where her partition was filled with Sindoor!...

Yeh... Yeh sab... K.. Kaise.. Kab hua... She felt her whole world crash under her feet with the mere thought of being married to the monster..

"Biwi ho tum meri", I have all rights on you... Raman's voice echoed aloud in her ears... Making her feet turn jelly...

Nooo... She screamed aloud clutching her mangalsutra and fell on floor...

Ishita... Ishita.. Kya hua... Tum teek ho na... Shouted raman who was waiting outside...

Finding no response from her... He just barged into the room... To see her on the floor curled herself like a ball clutching her mangalsutra...

Angel.. He called slowly... Seeing him she dragged the duvet that had fallen down and covered herself sobbing heavily...

He inched towards her and raised his hands to touch her face... She just moved back fearing him...

Raman : ishita... kya hua jaan...