Mistake

9. Vow

Mahira's pov

He ripped apart the only shirt which was covering my body and i cried as he did so. I tried covering my body with my hands but it was of no use. I backed away from him only for him to step towards me. It went on until my back hit the wall making me scared shitless. I just wanted to run away. Run away from him. He stood right infront of me and stared at me. "P-please", I cried out begging him to let me go but I knew he wasn't going to. "Mahira agli baar se agar tum ne meri baatein nhi mani toh mujhse bura koi nhi hoga, mai joh kahunga tum voh karogi",(Mahira, if you dare not to listen to my words, I swear the consequences won't be sweet. You gotta follow my orders)  i heard him speak and I gulped down in fear. "Samajh gayi?",(Did you understand?) He asked and i couldn't comprehend what he just said. Soon i felt his hand on my waist, his fingers dug into my skin making me cry more and I finally nodded giving in. "Words Jasmine", he spoke with his calm, husky voice but I knew he was far away from being calm. 

"J-ji",(y-yes) I cried out. He was doing all the things which I hated. I hated crying, I hated his touch, I hated his eyes on me, I hated his presence but I knew he was doing it all intentionally. He chuckled darkly at my response and grabbed my arm and started dragging me somewhere. Bathroom, a bathroom. He dragged me to a bathroom and pushed me in and soon followed in, closing the door behind him. I felt his presence behind me and i froze at my place. My brain started playing different scenarios in my head making me shiver. Why? I didn't even let my own mummy see me like this. I never showed my body to my own mother after i grew up but here i was just in my undergarments infront of this man. He turned on the shower and I felt the cold water pierce through my skin. I gasped loudly at the contact and started shivering. I tried stepping away only for him to grab me by my waist and pull me back towards him. My small back crashed against his hard, broad chest and I tried removing his hand off my waist but his grip tightened more. More tears fell down as i felt helpless.

The only heat source right now for me was his body. His chest radiated heat and i couldn't help but lean in. I was hungry and I felt my legs on the verge of giving in as i struggled to stand up straight. My body was aching badly and i felt my eyes closing in. I tried to stay awake but i couldn't, that cold water was way too much for me to handle and I closed my eyes letting my legs give in.

After 4 hours

I woke up feeling cold I looked around only to find myself back in that dark room. I sat up and looked down at my body and saw myself in a white shirt which was double my size. It reached about my knees and my chest was completely visible as the shirt was way too big but I knew who it belonged to. It smelled like him, Khalid and I couldn't help but feel disgusted. There was nothing but disgust for him in my heart. I heard my stomach growl as I was hungry and hadn't eaten anything over a day. My thoughts went to my family and my friends. My friends must have started to search me and might have informed mummy by now. A tear rolled down my cheeks and i brushed it off with the sleeve of my shirt.

 I longed to reunite with my family and friends, a desperate desire to escape the suffocating atmosphere that surrounded me. As I whispered these thoughts to myself, I straightened my posture, realizing I needed to find a way out, to survive. Lost in the labyrinth of my contemplations, I failed to notice Arman's silent presence until the discreet sound of his cough filled the room, announcing his arrival. "Arman," I called out in a measured voice, and he approached, holding something in his hands—a small bag. He knelt down to my level and handed it to me, uttering, "Ye lo"(take it). Confusion painted my expression as I peered inside the bag, only to find sustenance staring back at me. Tears welled up, and an involuntary smile broke through. Arman had brought food, a gesture that spoke louder than words. Without a second thought, I threw myself into his arms, finding solace in the strength of his embrace. My arms encircled his shoulders, and amidst tears, I expressed my gratitude. He reciprocated the hug, patting my head soothingly. In those moments, I found the comfort I desperately needed. As the minutes passed, I gradually composed myself and pulled away, meeting Arman's eyes with a thankful smile. However, as abruptly as he had appeared, he stood up and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more.