In the corner of the waiting hall, Chandni was sitting, quietly. She had a small bag in her hands which she was tightly clutching to her chest.

The few things in the small bag is what she had left with.

Opening the chain of her small bag she took the ticket she had bought a few minutes ago.

Train no 36067 Mumbai to Guwahati express.

It was time for her to leave the city of dreams and go back to her hometown, Guwahati.

She had come here in this big city with millions of dreams in her eyes. However she is going from here with nothing but haunting memories which will scare her until her end day.

With her teary frightened eyes she looked down at the ticket in her hand.

The small piece of paper was her way to freedom.

She had suffered enough and now she only wants to let go of this suffering.

She wiped the tear which was threatening to find its way through the corner of her eyes.

Sniffling a little she held her small bag over her right shoulder and clutching the ticket in her left fist she stood up.

Her throat groaned, feeling the soreness between her legs; however, Chandni didn't let it bother her.

She has become used to this pain.

But she can never be used to being someone's thing.

I am human and I deserve to live like a human not like a broken doll, she chanted this mantra from the time she had put her feet out of that jail.

Completely ignoring the pain shooting through her body she put back the parda over her face covering her beautiful honey brown eyes.

She had planned everything cautiously.

No one can tell that it's Chandni Thakur under the black burqa.

Chandni could hear her heart thumping loudly inside her chest as she cruise through the hustle of people in the Railway Station.

No matter how much she tried to show she wasn't scared but the truth was she was more than scared.

She was never this scared before.

Not when the kids of her class had closed her inside the dark bathroom and the door did not open for more than four hours.

She was not this scared when she came to the big city like Mumbai alone with no support from her family or friends.

She was not this scared when she first met him... She halted on her steps as his name crossed through her mind.

His name...

She was rooted in her place as the crowd walked past her, no one glancing at the young girl in a burqa.

A sigh escaped her lips remembering everything.

Closing her eyes she was trying to calm her racing mind when suddenly a man stumbled upon her, hitting his shoulder with hers.

"Sorry.." the man apologized, abruptly.

Her eyes snapped open hearing that voice.

His deep masculine voice which was full of arrogance and command.

She can recognize his cold, distant voice even after hundreds of years.

With a lot of courage she looked behind in the hope that maybe it was just an illusion of her. He was not here.

Why would he be here? And for whom?

She found nothing but a river of people taking their steps towards their destination.

Roaming her gaze as far as she could she tried searching him in the crowd.

However he wasn't here. She sighed, softy and wiping her sweaty hand over her dress she started walking to platform No.6

Seat No. 36b

Checking the seat she placed her small bag on the berth and sat on the window seat.

Her anxiety was rising with each passing minute. He had said sorry... It sounded bizarre coming out of his mouth.

She looked out through the window trying to see him, more like seeing the look of failure in his face.

It will be so nice to see him losing the final game.

His loss will give her heart some content.

However she did not find him or his pet dogs among the rational people.

I might have made a mistake. Maybe that man was not him, Chandni thought and leaning her head on the window she closed her eyes.

The memories of pain and hurt were still fresh in her heart and it comes back whenever she closes her eyes.

He had snatched everything and she...

She is running away from him and his city like a coward.

He is not the loser but I am.

The thought left a bitter feeling in her heart but she couldn't say it was untrue.

Damping down the fire of injustice she was gifted by the people who were no lesser than an animal she opened the cap of the small water bottle which she had stolen from his rich and lavish mahogany kitchen. She gulped down the water in one go.

The engine of the train rumbled up and the Mumbai to Guwahati express started crouching silently on the tracks.

Chandni closed the cap of the bottle and wiped her mouth with her palm.

Looking out of the moving scenery she finally had a breath of relief.

Finally, she was successful in escaping his territory.

It must have been twenty minutes since the train started to move. Chandni wondered if she was traveling alone in this compartment?

If not then where are the other passengers? Generally Mumbai to Guwahati express has a large traffic of people.

A sudden fear settled in her body with anxiety ticking in her heart. She stood up on her feet and checked out every compartment of the train. The train box was deserted like a ghost town, not a single person was there.

Chandni knew what was coming next. She was caught.

The tears which she restraining to flow out from eyes were now cascading down her cheeks. Standing there in the middle of the train compartment, she was crying like a fool.

He is absolutely right. She is the biggest fool.

No, I can not let him win. Not this time.

Thinking so, she ran towards the gates at the end of the train compartment and standing in the gate she looked outside.

The moving scenery was calling out for her. She bit her lips so much that her lips began to bleed.

It was time to finally let go of her suffering.

Maybe death will give her the freedom which she has wished for ever since.

Closing her eyes shut she was about to jump out from the moving train when suddenly she heard his voice.

His voice.

And that song..

Dilbar mere kab tak mujhe

Aise hi tadpaoge…

Main aag dil main laga dunga woh..

Jo pal mein pighal jaoge..

Ek din aayega…

Pyaar ho.. Jayega..

Main aag dil main lagaa dunga woh..

Jo pal mein pighal jaoge..

His voice was as mesmerizing as his hazel eyes.

Eternal.

But only Chandni knew, what a cold blooded barbarous beast, was hiding behind those beautiful pairs of hazel predatory eyes.

It was Shivoham Shekhawat, terrifying, horrible and dangerous like a monster who had a power to destroy her and her hopes, once for all.

He was standing behind her staring at her back. He must be enjoying her another failed attempt.

Chandni gulped down the cry of humiliation, he was again playing with her.

What an unfair game it was. She was always the loser!

Taking a deep breath she turned around with her eyes down, not looking at the demon standing in front of her.

"Once a fool always a fool," Shivoham looked at the poor little thing and said, with a spurious smile.

She couldn't help but shiver at his mocking words. Like every other time he was enjoying her miseries.

And yet again she has become his plaything.

Her silent cries turned into the sobs of humiliation and shame. And the thing that she was crying like a little baby in front of her biggest tormentor made her cry even more as cupping her hands over her mouth she tried to control the betraying sobs however everything went in vain.

"Don't be stupid my sweet little fool. You know I hate seeing you crying. Now stop, you look ugly with tears in your eyes," Shivoham said with a smile and raised his hand to wipe out the tears from her eyes.

Before he could touch her she slapped his hand away from her and turning around she tried to jump out of the train.

A painful death was way more better than a life with this monster.

However before she could jump out he grabbed her by her waist and hugged her close to his chest.

"Aaaaaah" she screamed, letting out her cries of agony and helplessness. She was thrashing in his arms begging him to let her go if he cannot give her the freedom then at least let her die with peace.

Her loud screams were echoing in the empty train compartment but there was no one to hear them.

"Shut up you bloody little fool!" he shouted with fury in his eyes and squeezed her chin tightly in one hand and harshly wiped the tears from her cheeks with another.

Chandni turned pale seeing the savage fury in his bloodshot eyes.

"How dare you try running away from me. Running away from the only man who had touched you, who had fucked you day and night. From where you got this courage, hnn? Aren't you scared of me?" he chuckled at her foolishness.

The fear spread on every part of her body seeing the look of madness in his eyes.

“Get one thing clear in your mind, Chandni ,your story starts with me and it will end only with me. You can not escape from your destiny and Shivoham Shekhawat is your destiny," he uttered the words of finality and slowly touched her bosoms with a mocking smile on his lips.

Chandni knew what was coming next as she saw the primal lust swirling in his hazel eyes.

She can never escape from this devil because she was trapped like a butterfly in his web.

"You are mine, forever," rumbling out the words he caught her quivering lips in a painful kiss.

He kissed her like an animal, trying to suck the sweetness of her lips. He kissed her till his heart's content, until she bled.

Wiping the blood from her swollen light brown lips he smiled and said,"let's tame our sexual desire."

With that said he took her to the same compartment where on the berth her small bag kept neatly.

"Strip," he said and once again she was forced to sink in his primal lust.

She endured his torture for more than few hours as he snatched her dignity again in a moving train.

Chandni was pale as a white sheet when he was satisfying his lust.

Shivoham stood up and took care of his messy clothes. He looked at Chandni who was laying like a dead body on the blue berth staring at nothing.

Taking her naked body in his arms he kissed her swollen eyes and fondling her breast on his hand he asked, " My sweetness did you enjoy our little session. Does it feel good?"

Turning her neck a bit, Chandni looked at him. He had that satisfied smile on his lips.

Like a well trained pet she uttered a little,"Yes.."

She was tired of fighting and losing every time.

Maybe it will be good for her if she accepts her defeat.

Shivoham smiled and kissed her on head while mumbling sweet words on her ears.

"My sweetness"

"Such a good baby."

His fake sugar coated words bring a pull of tears in her eyes as she stared at the moving scenery from the opened window.

"See what I got for you," Shivoham said, taking out a ring from his pocket.

Taking her delicate hand in his he placed the diamond ring on her ring finger and kissed her fingertips one by one.

"You are mine, you are mine, you are mine.. " he whispered the words again and again.

Chandni cursed at him in her mind. She is his!

It was not her choice to say yes or no, it was all up to him.

"I gifted you a diamond ring. Don't I deserve a kiss?" smirking, he asked.

Chandni knew what she had to do now; it was like some kind of ritual of his.

She kisses him with love and adoration after he abuses her.

Cupping his face in her trembling hands she placed her lips over his, kissing him.

Shivoham love this part of their sex life the most.

Her soft hands cupping his face and she giving him a kiss full of love.

The feeling was heaven. He could feel her love in those kisses.

However he had no idea that when she kissed him the only word which she chanted in her mind and the only person she saw with her closed eyes was..

Sabiq… Sabiq… Sabiq…

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