MRS. ARJUN SINGHANIA

Warning: Mature Content Ahead. Read at your own risk.

SHWETA POV

Everything else was in a blur.

Things around me happened in an extraordinary speed. A doctor arrived in five minutes and started treating my dad’s bullet wound. Though my dad was still unconscious, my mind was at peace, thinking at least he was treated. An IV was attached to his right hand. And I, I was just staring at my dad’s face.

Some orders were passed to his men. There was hustle bustle all over my house and my tormentor was simply going through his iPad. His slender fingers sometimes clicking something or typing something on that slick screen.

Sitting in the corner of the room I kept looking at my dad and my mind reminded me of my love life, my lover, my best friend, John. Tears constantly flowed from my eyes as if a dam has broken. Will he ever know what happened to me? Will I ever be able to see him again? Will I ever have the opportunity to get lost in his oceanic blue eyes? Holding hands, kiss on my temple, his sweet talks, his romantic cheesy line, will I ever be lucky enough to experience all those moments with him again? Somewhere I knew the answers to those question.

My love life with John ended the moment I agreed to marry this monster. John would never get any closure in this relationship. I will never have the opportunity to bid him a final goodbye. My one year relationship ended in two seconds.

I was brought out of my reverie by a command “Get up. Time to become Mrs. Arjun Singhania.”

And I snapped “No.”

“Why” Raising his eyebrow, his eye held challenge, daring me to say whatever I was about to say. As if giving me a chance to rethink my answer.

Getting on to my feet, swallowing the lump in my throat, my gaze once again shifted to my dad who is still unconscious. Forcing myself I met my tormentor’s gaze “I am not getting married to you until and unless my dad is stable and gains consciousness.”

Then he smiled, not a genuine one but a cynical one, making a shudder pass through my body. My shoulders sagged, tears once again formed in my eyes and I realized my stupidity. Of course, he would want that. He wants to see pain in my dad’s eyes. My dad seeing his only daughter getting married to this monster will shatter his heart in to million pieces. But that was the only way I can be assured that my dad is fine.

Holding my chin by his thumb and forefinger, he held my gaze. Slightly pecking my lips, he made my eyes widened in shock. Smirking he replied “Anything for you princess, after all you are gonna be my wife in some minutes.”

And then it happened. My dad was brought to consciousness in hardly two minutes. A dupatta was put on my head, Mangal sutra was tied on my neck. My forehead head was filled with vermillion. Some books from the book shelf were burnt in the middle of the room. Holding my hand, he pulled me to take the seven pheras around the fire.

My dad, though threading on the last ounce of consciousness, tried his best to stop this marriage, resulting in sticking a duct tape on his mouth by one of his men. And then everything stilled and I am no more Shweta Rajput, now I am Shweta Arjun Singhania. A reality my mind, soul and heart treaded to accept.

Pulling me into his embrace, my tormentor whispered in my ear, “Let’s go to your room.” With that said he dragged me out of my dad’s room and we headed to my room. Pushing me inside my room, he kicked closed the door with a bang.

“Let’s consummate our marriage.” He ordered. My eyes widened with his declaration. His eyes held no emotion. It was blank. Staring at my eyes, he started removing his blazer, followed by unbuttoning and removal of his shirt. All the while his blank, unemotional gaze held my shocked and scared gaze.

“Strip” came another order and for the first time getting molested and raped by a stranger made my survival instinct kicked in and I ran towards the door. But I was late, too late to react. Grabbing my hand, he pushed me on the bed and continued in a deathly voice “Shweta I am gonna tell you something and you are gonna listen to me like a good girl you are without a word. Do you understand?” and with too much fear I nodded in affirmative.

Placing his one knee on the bed, he pulled me closer to him causing my chest to collide with his hard chest. Holding my chin, with a cynical smile on his face, that I have come to hate, he continued in an extremely low and husky voice “We are going to consummate our marriage and princess I am not going to make love to you, I. AM. GOING. TO FUCK. YOU. Hard.” Each word a promise in itself and then it happened.

Before I could react, he gripped my shirt and tore it along with what I was wearing inside causing the button to scatter on the bed and floor. A loud scream escaped my mouth in fear. Unbuttoning my shorts button, he pulled it down and threw it on the floor. I was now in only my panty. He then removed his trouser followed by his boxer. Placing his one knee on the bed he then fisted my hair in a deathly grip, causing pain to shoot on my scalp and I screamed once again.

“Please stop. Please leave me. Please I don’t want to do it. Please I beg you, leave me please.” I pleaded with a shivering week voice, tears continuously flowing, but that didn’t make any difference in him. My words were stopped by a tight slap on my cheek and I cried out loud in pain. No one has ever hit me not even my dad I thought.

I was then roughly pushed on my bed, my back flat on the soft mattress. My hands were pinned above my head by one of his hand. “No leave me. Leave me you bastard. Leave me” Screaming, I tried getting out his hold with all my strength, but the monster was too strong to even budge an inch.

I was silenced once again but this time with his lips. He kissed me roughly. My weak body’s struggle made no effect on him other than draining out my energy more.

His hand glided towards my last piece of cloth and I shouted more and fiercely tried to get out of his hold and I succeeded but hardly for a second. Before I could stop his movement, he tore my panty and I was left with no clothes.

Our naked body touched each other, making him feel all my curves. Smirking, his hand outlined the side of my face, then my neck, shoulder blade, and finally settled in my boob. His lips once again found mine in a fierce kiss and his hand gave a hard squeeze on my boob. Pinching my nipple hard, his lips swallowed all my screams.

Holding my both hands above my head, he bent down and started painfully sucking my neck. My screams echoed in the room. He tugged my nipples one after another and bite it hard. My cries were becoming louder with each passing second.

For a moment he studied my tear-stricken face and then said in his deep manly voice “You know Princess, your tears and screams are like a lullaby for sleepless night. Scream more so that your father who is in the next room can hear your pleas, begging and painful scream. Your tears and screams give me utmost satisfaction.”

With that said, he forcefully parted my legs and shoved his length in me in one forceful thrust. Breaking all the barriers literally, leaving me scattered.

A scream filled the room and it felt like he was tearing my insides. “No please. Stop. Its paining so much. Please take it out. I will die.” I cried and screamed at the top of my voice. My palms pushing against his chest trying to stop him at least for a second.

Seizing my hands with one hand above my head and grabbing my jaw with another, his fingers dug into my skin making my lips to pout, he whispered “Do you think I care?” and started thrusting inside me with renewed force. His each and every thrust earned a high pitch scream and endless flow of tears from me. But I knew he was enjoying it.

My vision blurred and the only thing I was feeling was extreme pain. My brain was not able to comprehend anything else. All it realized was pain in that particular region. His movement increased, with each thrust he went harder, faster and deeper and then he became still and I felt him twitch inside me and fill me with his cum.

He pulled out of me after some time and collapsed beside me. His breathing harsh, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. Black dots danced in front of my eyes and I realized it was the only way to escape the reality. Too tired to even cry because of the physical pain I let the darkness take over my mind and body.