48. Slap

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Manheer's Pov

I slap him.

*Silence*

All the rubbish he was speaking made me go out of my mind and all the feelings I had been controlling to protect my Bittu were blank the moment he said those disgusting things.

So I slapped him.

He kept quiet for a second and then-

He grabbed my neck like an animal and tightened the grip he had on my hand since past 20 mins.

And threw me on the bed.

It was not gentle.

He jumped on me like a hungry beast whose eyes were just filled with one thing.

Lust.

I was trying my best to hit him hard on his shoulders but everything went in vain.

He grabbed my hands harshly and I couldn't do anything.

All I wanted to do was kick him in his balls but his weight on top of me was restricting me to do so.

A lone tear escaped my eyes.

But no.

I am strong.

"Uhmm...Little one, I like it."

I try my best to escape my hands from his clutches and look in another direction.

"Look. At. Me. When I talk."

"I would rather prefer to look at shit."

"A dirty mouth you have got Little one."

"Exclusive for you. Want to hear more? One slap wasn't enough I guess."

He laughed like a psychopath at this.

"Saying all these things when you are literally caged under me. Guts haan."

I glare at him with tears in my eyes.

All this is so wrong.

So so so wrong.

"You know I can do things which my heart wants to in a second and you won't be able to stop me."

"Don't you have any mother or sister? Saaleya laaj sharam laahi payi ai!"

He slapped me.

My breathing became so fast.

I-

He grabbed my hair harshly and pulled me towards him.

"I am being patient with you. Don't test my limits little one."

My lip was bleeding.

Badly.

Still I laugh at this.

"You have limits? Wow!"

He threw me back on the bed by releasing his hold on my hair, stood up and chuckled.

"Indeed you are made for me."

I smiled.

Wiped the blood from my lip with my thumb and said.

"Main koi mitti ka bartan nahi jo 'made for you' hun."

(I am not a utensil made of mud that I am 'made for you')

"Oh baby, you really love to talk back right?"

I look in the other direction instead of replying to him.

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