Vientre De Alquiler Para El Alfa

SHWETA P.O.V

Looking at the starry sky through the small window of this extraordinarily small room, I forced myself to forget that dreadful day. But my chaotic mind is never in support me since that day. My mind once again reminded me of that day, the day when I willingly but was forcefully married to him.

The day when I lost my everything.

The day I last saw my father, the only person I had as a family alive.

The day which made me an orphan.

The day I lost my identity as Shweta Rajput.

The day I was forcefully married to him.

The day I realized how helpless I am in front of him and how powerful he is.

The day I was raped and my virginity was taken without an ounce of mercy by my so-called husband.

Closing my eyes, I willed myself to once again remember all those events of that day.

 One week ago

Getting a mind blowing kiss from my boyfriend, John whom I have been dating for last one year I ran to my house. The moment I opened the gate I came in contact with lots of high end cars and lots of men who were dressed uniformly. They looked like some sort of guards.

My father being one of the top business man in India, it is not new to see the presence of so many cars and men looking like guards in my place. But this time it looked different. In fact, they all looked different. They did not look like some guards protecting another business man. No, not at all. Because I know how they look. I have seen enough guards in my life protecting my father and I know how they all look. I know their body language.

These men, standing in our lawn, definitely don’t belong to that category. Rather they looked dangerous. They looked like those typical guards they show in Indian movies, who run behind a very dangerous villain and do all the dirty deeds of the villain. Not to mention the fact that none of our regular guards were present. Not even the security.

With each step I took and with each car I passed my gut feeling warned me that something is fishy and then fear engulfed me, what if they did something with my father. Though a simple guy my father is a successful businessman, so it is natural that he had some business rivals, but none of them looked as dangerous as these men.

The moment I opened the door and dashed in the living room, my moment was forcefully halted by a force which pulled me back and restricted my movement further. It took me a second to realize that I was held back by one of the men in black. But why I don’t know.

Thrashing in his hold I struggled to free myself but my efforts were in vain. “Leave me. Who are you guys? Leave me I wanna go to my dad. Leave me. What are you all doing in my house? Where is my dad? Leave me. Leave me you asshole. Daddy. Daddy. Where are you? What is happening here. Papa.” I screamed. His hold on my waist tightened to point where it became painful. The more I was in his hold the more I dreaded the situation. Fear of something happening to my dad kicked in to that extent that I kicked his balls from back causing his hold to slightly loosen.

Taking that as an advantage I turned around in his hold and pushed him causing him to fall down and sprinted to my dad’s room. As I opened the door I hit the wall or so I thought. But there is no wall here I wondered.

Looking up I came face to face with a menacing figure with such a brutal look that it would make anyone cower in fear. My muscles paralyzed and senses numbed. “Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Where is my dad?” I somewhat found my voice. Rage oozed out of him like fire blazing out of a dragon. He looked matured, too matured for my age. He looked in his early thirties. He ever so slowly lifted his hand and I flinched. His movement stopped momentarily and then his thumb wiped the sweat on my nose ever so lightly. For a man who looked so much furious sure as hell controlled his touch.

My eyes on its own looked past him and my eyes widened at the sight in front of me. “I have been waiting for you princess” he whispered, bringing my attention back to him with a smirk on his face, as if he knew I would come. His voice rich, smooth, silky yet rough. He emitted a strange dominating aura and a strange whirl of renewed fear whirled inside my stomach.

I once again looked at my father who sat on his chair bloodied, bruised, unconscious and bound to the chair. My subconscious screamed to run far away from here, from him but the logic part forced me to save my father from these monsters.

The monster’s rough hand clutched my arm and dragged me towards the couch opposite to my dad. Unbuttoning the suit, he sat on the couch and pulled me to sit on his lap. Reclining back comfortably he rounded his arms around my waist. His grip tight, strong and painful, making my every struggle to get up from his lap futile.

“who the hell are you guys? What the fuck did you do to my dad? and why? I swear I will kill you all? Bloody asshole, leave me. Leave me you fucking bastard.” The determination to get out of his grip was at its peak and I thrashed in his hold, I didn’t realise my dad had regained consciousness.

“Sweety” came a soft exhausted whisper. And I stopped all my struggle my eyes watering at the sight of my dad. He looked so week and in so much pain. His head had a slight bump and there were dried blood stains on the side of his cheek as well as on the corner of his lips.

“Paapa” I sobbed and struggled even more to get out of his grip. This time he let me go. And I ran, though the distance between me and my dad is hardly six or seven step, still I ran.

Kneeling in front of him, cupping his face I wiped his tears which were constantly flowing. “Don’t worry papa I will take you out from here. I will call the police. You don’t have…” before I could complete sound of multiple men laughing echoed in the room, successfully stopping me from saying anything further. Fear engulfed me once again and I hugged my dad tightly, fearing that may be this is the last time I could see him. Pushing those thoughts behind my mind I sobbed in his arms. My father couldn’t hold me as his hands were tied to the armrest of the chair. Releasing my hold on him I frantically tried to free him from the rope.

“Sweety, Sweety listen. Go from here. Go far away from here.” The rope was too tight to untie my dad. And constant flow of tears made my vision blurry.

“You will be ok papa. I will take you out. I am not leaving you alone with these monsters. I will take you out….” Before I could complete my sentence I was pulled away from my dad, my chest colliding with his.

“Paapa” I screamed once again trying to get out of his grip. “Paapa. Leave me. I wanna go to my dad. Leave me you monster” I screamed at the top of my voice.

“Arjun. Leave her. She is innocent. She doesn’t know anything.” My dad screamed. Holding my both hands he twisted it behind my back making me yelp in pain.

“Enough. Both of you shut the hell up before I blow one of your head.” One of his men pointed his gun at my dad’s head while the monster turned me towards my dad and pointed the gun at the back of my head.

“Paapa” I screamed once again.  

“Leave her Arjun. She doesn’t know anything. She is innocent. She didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything. Leave her please. She is just a kid. I beg you.” My dad begged and pleaded.  “She doesn’t belong to our world. She doesn’t …..”

“So was my wife.” Cutting my dad in mid he stated.

To be continued…..