Clutching the mattress I keep crying like it will never gonna end. I was feeling the worst pain not only physical but mentally too. I feel to end myself but I can't I am not that brave to take my own life.

I am a scary cat, maybe they were right when they said I deserve it. I don't know what I did to deserve such a brutal punishment. The only thing I know what Amma told me is to believe my master.

Whatever he will say to me I have to obey his each and evey order. I looked at the small mirror placed in the corner of the room. It was broken from one corner.

I was in an Indian outfit like a bride, but without any makeup nor a simple lipstick. My waist was open due to the saree I was wearing. My eyes fell on the necklace with golden and black beads in it. My mangalsutra.

My hairline was filled with vermillion. I was looking like a bride. From my childhood I never wish to dress up like this, not even in my dream. Because I know this won't be true for a girl like me. Even if a man came in my life he will use me like the others.

He will see me as a body rather than my soul. Is my soul even alive? I don't think so. I died a long ago now it's just collapse roaming around.

I heard the door opening sound, the sound like wood cracking. I got nervous and start to look here and there to find a way to escape.

But my bad fate my feets were numb. I couldn't gather courage to escape from another hell. Tears were escaping from my eyes.

The door opened I closed my eyes, I don't have strength to looked at another monster who will again destroyed me. I can hear his footsteps clearly. My heartbeat start raising, my chest was tightening. That's it, my legs gave up and I fall on ground, everything went black and only things I heard was him callling me with faint voice.

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My head was paining, but I open my eyes. My eyelids were heavy but still I managed to open them. I tried to get up but my body was weak. I didn't ate anything since week.

Before my body again touch the bed a pair of rough and muscular hands hold me. I looked at the tall and muscular figure. His cold and rough hands were on my arms.

" Are you ok? " He tried to sound gentle but his voice sounds husky and scary more than sweet.

" I...... I am....... " I couldn't let the words out. I wanted to say that I am hungry. I want food but couldn't dare to say anything. What if he beat me? Or starve me more till death? My throat is dried up.

Before he could say anything my stomach growl due to extreme hunger. My cheeks turn red due to embarrassment. Looking down at my lap. I played with my fingers.

He got up without saying anything and went out. I sigh in relief. But when I notice I was not wearing the red and golden saree but instead my body was cover with a thin white shirt.

I can smell a male perfume from the shirt. It smells like orchids and blue berry. I feel good when this scent hit my nose.

" Did he changed my clothes? " I thought when the door got opened revealing my newly wedded husband who was holding a plate in his hand.

I curled up, pulling my knees to my stomach, as his piercing gaze settled on me. His eyes lingered for a moment before drifting toward the bed, where he finally sat down beside me.

The distance between us was palpable, a careful buffer that seemed to pulse with unspoken tension.

My attention wandered to the plate in front of me, and my mouth began to water in anticipation. Two steaming rotis, a vibrant sabji, and a scoop of fluffy daal rice accompanied a glass of golden turmeric milk.

The aromas wafting from the plate were intoxicating, making my stomach growl with hunger. I swallowed hard, trying to rein in my eagerness.

As he slid the plate closer to me, I hesitated, my instincts screaming caution. What if this was a trap? What if he was testing me, waiting for me to let my guard down so he could pounce?

The familiar fear of retribution simmered just below the surface, threatening to boil over. Would he scold me, his words cutting deep, or worse, would he unleash his anger physically?

My eyes darted up to meet his, searching for any sign of deception. His expression was inscrutable, a mask of calm that only heightened my unease. I remained frozen, my hands clenched into fists, as the silence between us stretched out like a challenge.

His eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he studied my face. It was as if he was trying to decipher the thoughts racing through my mind, to unravel the tangled threads of my emotions. I felt like an open book, vulnerable and exposed, as he searched for answers.

His gaze lingered on my lips, then drifted to my eyes, which darted away, unable to meet his intense stare. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin, sensing my fear, my uncertainty. The air was thick with anticipation, and I wondered what he would do next?

He leaned forward, his movements deliberate and slow, as if not to startle me. His hand reached out, and I flinched, expecting him to grab me or scold me. But instead, he gently picked up a roti from the plate and tore off a small piece.

" Eat," he said, his voice low and husky, his eyes never leaving mine.

I hesitated, my heart racing with uncertainty. But something in his tone, a softness I hadn't heard before, made me cautiously take the piece of roti from his hand.

Our fingers touched, and a spark of electricity ran through me. I quickly pulled my hand back, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. He didn't seem to notice, his gaze still fixed on me as he waited for me to take a bite.

I brought the roti to my lips, the aroma of freshly made roti wafting up, making my stomach growl with hunger. I took a small bite, the flavors exploding on my tongue. It was delicious.

He smiled, a small, enigmatic smile, as he watched me chew. "Good?" he asked, his voice a little softer now.

I nodded, feeling a tiny spark of gratitude toward him. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't going to hurt me after all. Or he will hurt me in future.

I must say when he smile he looks less scary. I focus on the food, after he finished feeding me the whole food in the plate. He made me drink the turmeric milk.

" Take some rest for now, we will talk tomorrow. I want to tell you everything, I guess I have to explain everything to you." He said and taking a pillow he went from the room leaving me alone.

I was feeling sleepy, but at the same time I was scared my body was paining a lot. I didn't have energy to get up and lock the door from inside. I myself don't know when I fell asleep.

To be continued..............................

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