Bela avoided mahir-He followed her-she tried to trick him-ended up in lonely alley- car stopped-no network-met a guy."Yes. I can give you anything you want.But, first let me take what I want" he said and touched my butt.I looked at him and battled my eyelashes. I innocently said to him."Do as you want"I said. He came came closer. Just as I was about to kick him in his balls. Someone jerked him away. The force was so much that I went back and my head hit something.My vision blurred but I saw sehgal hitting that boy and blood was flowing from his body.I composed myself quickly and went to him. I jerked him away.He signed something to his minions. They took that boy away.He held my waist tightly. Really tight. I tried to push him. But,  what he did was beyond my expectations.He

You're doomed bela sharma. Rest in peace.Be more egoistic. A little more. So, that next time. You die only.Fuck! I have to marry that over-proctective, dominant, stubborn male.I am literally doomed.I saw at my mom to try another pleading but, then came that Dumbhead came to poke his nose."Mom, I can call you mom right? " he asked.WTF?! Mom! Dude calm your horses I ain't marrying. I'd rather runaway from the wedding than, getting tied to your pschyo ass."Of course, beta. After all now, you're are son-in-law " maa said.Wow!Great! Just great?!Yaaha bandi nhi hai raazi par shaadi fixed hai according to maaji(The girl isn't ready yet but, the marriage is already fixed by mom)Son-in-law?! My foot. I have standards. I won't marry this retarded man."Mom, can I tal

I tried a lot to sleep after the talk with mom but I couldn't. How would I get some sleep, when those depressing thoughts kept coming back to me. I was a burden to them? I was a burden to my parents? I have to payback my own parents? They had problems with my profession is what I thought the whole time. But, in reality they cared more aboyt what others said, and because of that I won't be married. I can't believe this. This makes me feel worthless. So worthless. I couldn't just be here. The same place where I am a burden on someone. I got up and picked out some shorts and a tank top. If I live here I will die with the thought that I am being a burden on someone. I am unwanted here, they don't need me. They don't. I wipe the tears that betrayed my strong self and rolled out of my eyes. I shouldn't cry. It's not my fault. It's not. I quickly dress up in a denim shorts and some white sneakers and pair it with a simple black ta