Delhi (India)A pin drop silence was there in the air, under the broad day light of around 2 o'clock, and the entire house was in complete disarray. As if a heavy blow of wind came and destroyed everything, leaving gloominess and mess.Glass shards were scattered all over the floor. It seemed like the house had not been cleaned for quite a few days. Clothes were lying here and there, and in some places, there were several pieces of broken glass bangles. On one side, a bloodstained bed looked desolate.Her entire body was writhing in pain. She had so little strength left that she couldn't even stand on her own. Before her, the same scene replayed over and over again—the moment when that person, in a state of intoxication, brutally beat her, and even worse, forced himself upon her. She pondered, "Does a husband really harm his wife so brutally? Does a husband forcefully violate her without her consent? Does a husband imprison his own wife like a prisoner?”But this all was happening wit
After ringing a couple of times, Ahil, the birthday boy, finally picked up the call and calmly said, "Yeah, Di! What happened?"Sneha, a bit annoyed, replied, "Well, sir doesn't even remember that today is your birthday.""So what!" he responded nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal. She sensed from his tone that he had no interest in celebrating his birthday.Despite that, she affectionately said, "Oh my sweet brother, come home quickly; we're waiting to cut the cake."He got a bit irritated with her words, "You've come home, enjoy, have dinner... and go home... there's no need to wait for me... I have a lot of work.”Despite Ahil's refusal, she didn't let go, saying, "I told you to come home. We'll cut the cake together."This time, he was annoyed and said to his sister in anger, "When I said once not to cut the cake, it meant not to cut it. Why are you persisting?"After saying this, he angrily ended the call. Meanwhile, Sneha, a bit emotional, and all his sisters who had gathered
Overwhelmed by the sight of Aakriti without clothes, Ahil closed his eyes in pain. His mind wrestled between wanting to confront Aakriti or wishing for his own demise.Meanwhile, Aman continued with the intimate gestures. Ahil felt a throbbing pain in his head, matched by the intensity of his emotions. Witnessing Aman and Aakriti being intimate was unbearable.The tears welled up in his eyes. He reached into his pocket, retrieved his phone, and dialed Aakriti's number.As the phone rang, Aman interrupted with a smirk, "Looks like your Romeo is calling. Poor guy is so straightforward."Disregarding Aman's comments, Ahil patiently waited for Aakriti to answer. Aakriti, lying in Aman's arms, picked up the call and chuckled, "If it isn't my Majnu calling. Well, let him call; I'm already in bed. After all, every night is spent with you in spirit. As for Ahil , he thinks he's in love. The poor guy is a real fool, like a lost cartoon character."They both burst into laughter, reminiscing abo
“Look at yourself in the mirror now, and see how beautiful you look?”After saying he immediately takes out all the tissue paper out of her mouth and sticks his cheeks over her. While Hiya trembling, closes her eyes with pain. In the embrace of Rehan her whole existence was wobbling, even her breathing was getting shallow and weak slowly, she could feel.She was shaking in his arms only when he roared again, “See yourself in the mirror Hiya… see how beautiful you are?”At his request, she peers her lashes up and stares in the mirror. The kohl, flowing from her soaked eyes, had turned her face black. Swollen cheeks bore marks of a belt, and amidst the blood, only her chin remained intact, adorned by her beautiful, long, black, thick hair.She closed her eyes in fear and, sobbing, said, "N... no... no, I don't look good. I'm not... not beautiful at all."While she continued to sway her neck, he yelled, pulling her hair, "I said, say yes... say I look very beautiful."In pain, Hiya began
"I'm Doctor Sushant from Max Hospital. Are you Mr. Ahil Rajzada's father?" questioned the voice with a professional calmness.A mixture of surprise and anxiety played on Mr. Raizada's face as he responded, "Yes, yes, Doctor Sushant. What's happened to my son?" The urgency in his voice unveiled the profound concern and fear that had taken hold of him."Actually, sir, there has been a minor accident involving Mr. Ahil. Nothing to worry about. You just need to come to the hospital for the remaining formalities," assured the composed voice on the other end of the phone.As Ahil's father concluded the call, Shalini, her eyes reflecting a blend of concern and curiosity, pressed him, "What happened? Is Ahil okay?"Mr. Raizada, enveloping her in a comforting embrace, replied with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, Shalini. Ahil is perfectly fine. Let's change quickly, and we'll head to the hospital for the necessary formalities."_______With a sense of urgency, Mr. Agraj Raizada and his wife
Utkarsh continued to shout, but Hiya, today, was not someone who would listen. In reality, she wanted to distance herself from Utkarsh and start a new life. For her, it was a golden opportunity to escape this hell.Utkarsh had just returned from the office, so the gate was still open. The house represented a living hell, and the outside world beckoned her with the promise of a new life. She wiped away her tears, covered herself hastily with the torn saree, and sprinted towards the freedom beyond.Though she could barely walk, today she needed the courage to break free, for if not now, then perhaps never.In her departure, she locked the house from the outside, ensuring that Utkarsh couldn't pursue her.____Despite the pain in her aching feet, Hiya descended the stairs and began running barefoot on the road. Clad in the same black saree from the previous night, which Utkarsh had torn in various places, she had covered her revealing body with the hem of the saree. Her blouse, too, was
In the grip of anger, Ahil had forcefully draw her closer, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like he had submerged himself in the abyss of her profound, ebony eyes. It wasn't just a gaze; it was as if her eyes wielded a magical force, slowly entrancing him.Following Aakriti, this was the first instance where Ahil found himself unable to avert his gaze from a girl. Was she a sorceress, weaving a spell that bound him to her? He continued to gaze, his eyes unblinking, only to be jolted back to reality by the approaching honk of a car.Guiding her to the side of the road, Ahil in his characteristic arrogance, demanded, "Who are you, and what brings you to this desolate road at such a late hour?"As her cold voice resonated, he released her hand, and in halting tones, she pleaded, "I... I need your help. Please, grant me a lift to my... yes, to my home. Otherwise, he will capture me again. I yearn for freedom. Please, drop me home."With each word, she sobbed as if he was her sole refuge
“Hey Mr. Hero, this girl is our possession. So, it's better that you leave her to us only.”Hiya felt petrified hearing his threat while Ahil least bothered by his false hollow words hits hard on the man he was holding on, and he falls on ground subconsciously. Ahil smirks and craning his head behind looks at the one who was threatening. That man gulps feeling scared of him and Ahil knew the game was about to get over. When Hiya, feeling panicked with his words, lost in her own fear, she looked at Ahil and pulled over his shirt. His face holding the concern surge through it again, when she sobbing says, “No.. no.. these people are monsters. Please don't leave me and go.”Her eyes held a doubt of him scurrying away from there, leaving her all alone. She was in her panic state not realising his determination to safeguard her as those goons' voices kept on echoing in her ears. Seeing which Ahil starts feeling bad for her condition, feeling guilty to unknowingly put her in this situatio