CHOSEN AND CLAIMED

I am telling you for the last time don't touch me or else - I said sharply by gathering all of my courage

He's grip tightens possessively, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he speaks in that deep, dangerously soft tone.

"I think I should teach you a lesson about what happens when someone will talk back with me?
Or

do you want me to remind you who owns this pretty little neck?"

The threat drips with dark amusement

Dekho...ye galat hai (with teary eyes)
(Listen This is wrong)

"Galat?" (His teeth flash in a wolfish grin)
(Wrong?)

"Main galat hone ka maza le raha hoon..." One large hand pins both of my wrists above my head while the other traces slow fire along my jawline
(I m enjoying this wrong)

((Suddenly there was a knock on the door))

His head snaps toward the door with a glare
sharp enough to kill, his fingers tightening possessively around my wrist

"Please chodo koi knock karra hai"
( Please leave me someone is knocking)
I said with pleading eyes

"Chalo utho," He stands in one fluid motion and hauls me up.
(Get up)

"Go and open the door", he said

I quickly ran towards the door and I saw my mom.

Mom.....

"Beta... kya hua?" (She asked me with concern and worry in her eyes)

Akele me Darr lag raha hai kya - she asked

(I stopped crying and turned around to see,
He wasn't there and then I saw a shadow moves near the balcony doors. Viraaj steps into view just enough to lock predatory eyes - one hand casually tucked in his pocket, the other raising a single finger to his lips in a mocking shhh....His smirk is pure sin)

I turned towards my mom and said ,"Mom ....wo"
.
Nothing mom, I was just sleeping and I just had a nightmare

I said by calming myself down

"Its okay honey don't cry I know this is a new place and whatever happened must be really hard for you but trust me we will be okay from now on" - she said

I nodded with a smile

I don't think that I will be okay from now on....