The car's door snapped open.

And I flinched at such a normal sound and looked at Shivoham. His eyes were dark.

It was a gamble of his eyes or a trick perhaps but they change the color frequently. Sometimes they look at me like I am kind of a goddess other times they glare at me like I am the ugliest creation of this earth.

But most of the time they were completely blank just like now.

I can't understand what his hazel eyes with the shadow of darkness were trying to convey. For once I know he was angry with me, second I know that I am going to be punished, third I know that I was about to get destroyed.

Again.

He pulled me out of the car in a way that my face was just an inch away from him. His stubble was getting rough turning into a beard. It was making him look more dangerous, more aged and still supremely handsome.

That is the thing he was proud of the most.

People look past all of his sin only because of his face.

No one believes that behind such a good looking face hides a monster who preys on someone's wife.. who makes someone's wife his mistress.

No matter how much I beg from those women and men who call themselves humans but no one heard me..for them I am a bitch, a slut, a gold digger who lures rich and handsome man and Shivoham Shekhawat was a saint.

A most handsome saint.

Is it the end of the world ? Then why people judge the character of a person by how good they look, how rich they are, how powerful they are.

What about people like me ? Poor, average, stupid and ugly are supposed to do ? Are we supposed to be quiet?

Get assaulted and be quiet.

Get called a slut but be quiet.

Get skinned alive but be quiet.

Quiet. Always be quiet.

“I cherished you, do you know that ?” he whispered against my lips. Something new brewing in his mind..the madness he carries like his favourite weapon resurfacing in those circles of hazel orbs.

It was the weapon sharpened for my destruction. I know that.

“Cherished? Destroying me every single night means cherishing to you?!” I snapped.

His eyes hardened and he grabbed my hair in a harsh grip and tilted my head to one side,"Such a long tongue you have got sweet rose. Have you forgotten who was with you when no one else was?” he hissed against my lips.

I had no words to say. He was right. He was there for me when I had no one.

"Answer me sweet rose, did you forget our past" he roared on my face, from my peripheral view I saw uncle George giving me a look of pity.

It's okay uncle George I am habitual to all this thing.

Not having any power to fight back, I looked down submitting myself to him.

….

Shivoham smirked seeing her bowing her head to him. It was satisfying his fueled up ego. With another tug on her hand he brought her face close to his and pressed his lips to her in a deep kiss.

It was merciless like always.

It made her bleed like always.

With another pull of wetness of her blood on her lips he left her with a winning smile on his face.

"Delicious," he whispered like an animal. His eyes and face both full of mockery.

Wiping her blood from his mouth he pulled her towards his home.

Chandni followed behind him with her head still down.

Every one was looking at the once respectable girl with sadness and pity in their heart.

The young woman who was once respected the most, loved the most, cherished by all of them equally. Like a most precious diamond she used to wear her pride.

When she was with him…her husband her Sabiq.

But now she was nothing but a broken doll minus of every pride, every respect.

She was just a mistress of their master.

…

Chandni was in the bathroom, freeing her from his black coat, he had settled her on the bathtub.

And with a strictness in his words he told her firmly,“Wait for me I am coming back in a bit.” Chandni had only nodded in response .

Though the door of the bathroom was closed still she could hear his faint voice as he talked to the person other side on the phone call.

“Yes sweetheart. I had my dinner…”

There was a silence for a few seconds before he again said,“Of course sweet heart I loved your handmade food. As always it was delicious,” he said, feeding the person on the other side of the call a white lie.

Since the afternoon he was with her. He did not had food neither he let her have any.

“Alright good bye I will see you tomorrow,” he said before whispering a faint “I love you," on the phone call before cutting the call.

A small conversation of his full of fake love stirred another wave of hatred for herself in her heart. She was not only enduring all his cruelty but in all this she was also breaking a happy home, his home and his family.

Shivoham's real woman will definitely curse her with some more bitterful names when she will get to know about what Chandni was to Shivoham.

Chandni's eyes snapped towards the door when it opened again and the devil came inside.

He was still dressed in his fine tailored white shirt and a black pants. His shirt clasping his biceps just fine was  showing the rough and toughness of his muscles that only made her shiver in fear.

If he wants he could break her thin body in two pieces. Not only socially and financially, physically as well he was as powerful as a great mountain.

Crouching down near the ceramic bathtub he tugged the single strand of her hair behind her ears,“About whom are you thinking sweet rose," he asked in a deep whisper, his long finger tracing along her soft cheek.

Chandni shook her head lightly in a no. Hugging her knees close to her chest. She was naked in the half filled bathtub.

“No lies my sweet rose. You know right I hate lies,” he husked near her ear which was turning red from the edges.

Chandni shivered at his tone, it was silent and calm but bone chilling.

“I am not lying,” she said, this time trying to be firm with her words. However all her firmness turned volatile when with his next few words,“Oh really you are thinking nothing. Not about me or….him.. that Sabiq.”

He said and Chandni's eyes widened. She whipped her gaze to him in utter shock. After so many days he was taking his name.

For her, for him and for every other person in this house it was forbidden to take Sabiq's name.

Taking his name was equivalent to summoning a dead sentence by Shivoham.

The smirk on Shivoham's thick lips vanished suddenly when he saw the look in her fearful eyes. Her eyes were confirming that she was thinking about him, about Sabiq.

He had only whispered that name to taunt her but here his sweet rose was actually thinking about her ex lover !

His jaw clenched tight in sheer anger and he threw a harsh slap right on her damp cheek.

The sound of the harsh slap resonated in the silence of the bathroom,  her cheek stinging with unbearing pain however this time she did not cry.

Ever so slowly she turned her eyes to him, something flickered in those honey brown eyes as they looked deep in his hazel orbs and whispered with the deepest pain,“Yes I was thinking about him,” she said with pride, fearlessly and boldly.

“I think about him all the time. Only him and only him. I think only about him. When you tell me to kiss you with love… I think about him," getting near his fuming face she clenched out the words.

“Every time you force me I endure everything by only thinking about him. I ran away from you only for him. I am counting my every breath and living till now only for him," Chandni crushed out the words, looking deep into his eyes and with her every word Shivoham's anger rose and rose turning him to a complete beast.

“You know, even now I am thinking about him. My love, my husband, my Sabiq and I would take his name again and again,” Chandni said and shouted his name aloud over and over again,“Sabiq. Sabiq. Sabiq. Sabiq.”

The name Sabiq was making Shivoham's ear bleed and with the love she was taking his name was making him burn alive in pure jealousy.

Shivoham was shaking violently in his place, he was clenching his hand into a tight fists just to tame that real beast growling inside him however when she said his name one more time, “Sabiq,” his all restraint broke and he jumped on her.

Wrapping his hand around her throat he choked her against the ceramic bathtub. Chandni's eyes bulged out of her socket and she struggled to take even breaths. Her hand flew to his hand on her throat, however, a darkest beast had surfaced in Shivoham.

“Shut up shut up shut up !” he shouted on her face, pressing her throat more tightly. Shivoham was angry. Angrier than he ever was.

By the look of his eyes it was clear that he was ready to kill the love of his life..

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