✧It all started with a slap✧
╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying...
***Trigger warning*** This chapter contains the topic of sexual abuse.
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"I want to tell you everything—everything about myself—my past and everything."
His eyes got bigger, and I licked my lips nervously, feeling my heart pounding louder inside my chest. I am already worried about his response, even though I have not said anything yet.
"Darling, are you sure? You don't...
I interrupted him, "I am sure, Rudra. I want us to move forward, and I cannot keep this important part of my life hidden from you. You deserved to know. And please let me finish first; otherwise, I will not be able to."
He nodded and I pulled him out of bed and towards the balcony. I would need air by the end of it. We sat on the couch, and I began to speak.
"After my parents died, I was heartbroken and lonely, and I was going through a difficult period in my life living with my aunt, as you already know."
He nodded his head.
"For a year, I stayed inside the house and completely isolated myself other than going to school. I did not make any friends, and when my friends tried to talk to me, I ignored them. But then Rohit and Barkha decided to go to the movies, and they practically forced me to join them. And then I met a friend of Rohit-Aditya Singh..."
I inhaled deeply before moving on.
"...He treated me with kindness and respect, acting normally instead of staring at me with sympathy like some others did. That drew me to him. Which I should not have because he was 22 and I was 17 at the time. I know I was a fool."
I turned to face him, and he lightly shook his head.
"He used to accompany us to every meetup, and it was because of him that I began spending more time with my friends and going out again. Within seven months, we grew closer to each other. He used to make me laugh, which I appreciated because it was exactly what I needed at the time. He made me feel free. Soon after, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I happily accepted like the fool that I was. He was my escape from the pain and torture of my aunt's taunts and beatings. Like any other typical people in love, we were content, or so I believed."
Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them away and continued.
"Aditya proposed that I move in with him when I turned eighteen. Bhaiya was upset because he thought I was not ready for such a step in my life, and he wanted us to stay with him, but I was happy that I would be staying close to Aditya. So, I went ahead and did what I wanted. I moved in with him and took Taara with me."
I rubbed my nose and inched closer to him, taking a deep breath.
"Everything was fine; we were content together until one day. We all agreed to go out, and I was talking to a guy, specifically Barkha's colleague. And Aditya did not like it; we returned to his house because he was upset, and he caused a commotion, so we had to leave. That night remains vivid in my memory. That was the first time he raised his hand at me, and his words were, 'Chandini, you know I do not like it when you look at another man.You deserve to be punished for being a bad girl,' then he slapped me, and I even lost count of how many hits I had taken. I apologised to him because I felt it was my fault and that I should not have talked to other guys."
