Inara Chauhan
Inara Chauhan is 23 year old girl. She hide his anxiety, sadness and panic beneath her beautiful smile. She never received love from her parents. Her family loathes her.
Ivaan Singh Oberoi
Ivaan Singh Oberoi is 26 year old man. Had ev...
Thode bhare hain hum Thode se khaali hain Tum bhi ho uljhe se Hum bhi sawaali hain Kuchh tum bhi kore ho Kuchh hum bhi saare hain Ek aasman par hum Do chaand aadhe hain Kam hai zameen bhi thodi
Kam asmaan hai Lagta adhoora Tum bin har jahan hai
Apni har kami mein hum Ab tujhe hi paate hain Khud ko tere pass hi Chhod aate hain Jitni bhi viraani hai Tujhse hi sajaate hain Khud ko tere paas hi Chhod aate hain
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I don't know what happened after everything but somehow I'm standing below the shower I turn on the shower and sink on the ground hugging my knees to my chest. I can't even tell the temperature of the shower and everything that happens came back to me him following me to the bathroom, him touching me inappropriately despite me denying him. I remember everything single detail I don't...don't want to. I start scrubbing myself harshly and a loud sob escape my throat and as if the damn break I cry, I cry loudly. I didn't pay any attention at the constant knock on the door. I couldn't handle this, not anymore, I need to cry. So I cry. I'm continuously scratching myself to erase every touch of that man on my body and I keep on crying. The door slam open and he came in and kneel in front of me.
"Inara. Inara, look at me. Stop hurting yourself. Dammit"
But I can't. He then took my hands, pick me up and sat down on my spot with me in his lap. I slams myself in his chest and he tightened his hold of him on me. Massaging my scalp. Rubbing my arms. He's done everything that can be done to Console me, to provide me comfort. After what seems like hours. My crying subsides. He asked.
"Do you trust me, Inara?"
I don't know what he meant by that by I said.
"Yes."
Because I do. I trust him. Maybe I shouldn't this early. But I do.
"Then just look at me nowhere else."
He rubbed my arms with his hands and start undoing my clothes. And i cover myself in an instant.
"You said you trust me, then please just look at me and trust me. I understand you."
I nod and bring my arms up and shut my eyes as he removes my upper garment. But i don't feel anything uncomfortable. Maybe I thought he'll do something.....but he didn't and when I open my eyes his was trained on my face not looking my body without my concent, without my clothes.
"You okay?"
I nod and continue staring at him as he gently washes me with loofah. After bathing me he washes my hair, gently massaging the shampoo on my scalp, conditioning them. And despite standing naked in front of him, I didn't feel uncomfortable, I feel cherished as he took care of me like no one else ever did. After everything he turn off the shower without taking his eyes off my face, he pick the two fluffy towels one to wrap around my hairs and the other to dry my naked body. He closes his eyes while I wrap myself in a robe, when I'm done i said.
