Broken By him.

Chapter-15

Adhira POV:-

"Aaahh," I moaned in pain throbbing through my head.  I touched my head. It was paining like a hell.

I opened my eyes and saw unfamiliar walls and surroundings. This is not my house.

I looked around my surrounding. It looked like a bedroom and it's freaking so big. My whole house could fit into this bedroom. 

Black and grey walls added only darkness and a scary atmosphere in this bedroom.

There were three wooden doors attached to this room. Two of them may be Bathroom and exit door but the third one was oblivion to me. 

But where I'm? This isn't my house. I sighed but regretted it soon. My face hurts, especially the right side of my face.

I touched my jaw and it was hurting badly. 

I stood up from the bed and realized I'm wearing a red saree which belonged to Masi.

Why I'm wearing this and where I'm? I was looking here and there for my answers. I involuntarily touched my neck but it was different. There is something else with my mom's pendants.

I looked at the unwanted chain that was coming in between me and my mom.

It was a nuptial chain, I touched my forehead and saw red color on my finger. 

Soon everything registered in my mind and tears started falling freely on their own.

That was not a dream, I'm married now... to him I don't know him but he is a devil and 

He will kill me. I don't want to be here I want Papa.

Though papa and Masi often beat me, keep me hungry and thirsty, treats me worst than a slave but I want to be with them. At least they fake their love outside and treats me well in front of others.

I will live with their hate rather than staying with him.

I searched for the phone but found none inside the bedroom. 

I scratched my head in desperation. I want to call for help. I won't live with him, 

I decided to search for a phone outside the room so I turned the knob of which I assumed to be the exit of the room but it was not. It was a huge washroom with a big bathtub and all the rich things which I only saw on TV, not in reality but I closed the door.

'Adhira stop distracting your stupid mind and find a phone before that devil appears' I scolded myself 

I opened another door and Voila! This is right.

I walked out and this house is not less than any film set. 

It was like a castle of a prince sorry it is a castle of the Devil.

I walked through corridors but there isn't a single phone here and no one else in this big castle-like house

I saw big round stairs reaching down to the hall. I looked at the house in awe.

It is so big and beautiful just like a fairytale. Where the princess lives in a big castle.

A huge gold and silver chandelier with lights was hanging through the ceiling illuminating the hall brightly. I glanced here and there and spot a landline placed on the center table.

I quickly ran downstairs and made my way in between golden and black big couches.

I picked up the receiver and dialed papa's no. first but no one answered I called him 2 3 times but he didn't pick up so I dialed on Kamya Masi's no. it was ringing.

please Masi pick up I crossed my fingers and prayed to god. 

After two rings she picked up "Hello, Kamya Sharma speaking " She said and a sigh of relief ran down my body.

I cleared my throat and glanced here and there to check no one is present here.

"Speak up God!" She frustratingly said 

" Hello, Masi.." I hesitantly spoke.

"WRONG NUMBER and DON"T CALL HERE AGAIN !! Get it you b***h" She yelled angrily and ended the call.

But before ending the call I heard a familiar voice. Papa...that voice was of Papa. He was saying more like yelling from behind....I heard it all what he said from behind. `

Tears started blurring my vision. They both knew all this... they threw me to this hell. They intentionally married me to this devil.

My knees felt like jelly and I fell on my knees. 

I'm trapped here there is no one to help me...

But suddenly I remembered Shivam Bhai...

He said that whenever I'll need him we will help me.

Though he never met me after he left that day after dropping me home from the hospital. He said he was going for a meeting to Chandigarh but never returned. 

I contemplated, should I call him or not but what if he picked up and helped me. 

I dialed his no. but it was switched off...

I thought to drop a voicemail. thinking he would see it when he will switch it on and rush back to help me.

"Bhai..where are you?...how are you...please Bhai save me " Tears flowed down through my cheeks and a sob left my quivering lips. My right jaw was aching badly.

"Bhai papa married me to ..." 

"YOU b***h" I startled by the sudden scream.

I looked back to see a furious devil.

He took long strides toward me and I kept the receiver back.

He pulled me from my hair.

"Aahh!!!!" I screamed in pain.

"you disgusting whore..." He called me that dirty name again. But he was drunk, he couldn't even stand properly 

His breath smelling of an alcohol fanning on my face. I scrunched my nose at that foul smell and moved my face away. My scalp was aching due to his tight grip on my hair.

I put my palms on his chest to create some distance. But he was having none of it. 

"pl--please le--leave me" I cried. I couldn't tolerate it anymore. I was feeling nauseated because of alcohol in his breath.

He was standing so close invading my personal and safe bubble. 

And it was hell scaring I don't know what have I done to him or anyone for that matter to be treated like this.

Images started flashing from the morning when he hit me so hard that my whole face is aching that too in front of everyone where people were just watching the show but no one came to rescue me.

I tried to push him back from his chest but he didn't budge 

"Whom you were calling...huh? Your f*****g boyfriend?" He angrily yelled at me and his grip on my hair tightened. 

Pain shot through my veins, tears blurred my vision but his face red in anger and his black eyes turned darker. 

"N...no I wa..wasn't ca...calling anyone...Aaaahhhhh!!!" I lied but regretted it soon when from another hand he grabbed my jaws...It hurts, first he punched me then he is crushing my jaw with his tight grip.

"You f*****g bitch...STOP LYING AND TELL THE TRUTH" He yelled at me making me flinch and wince at the pain.

A whimper left my mouth "pl...please leave m...me" I begged him but he only tightened his grip.

"I'm asking you whom you were talking with" He again screamed at me.

If I told him the truth then he will kill me and if I lied then? I was asking myself.

"I...I didn't.........pl...please leave me" I was sobbing because I was scared of him and my jaw was paining like hell with his tight grip.

Why it is always me who suffers? 

Did God hate me that much? More tears spill out of my eyes.

"AGAIN LYING...BITCH!!!" He yelled and pushed me hard causing me to stumble back and I lost my balance because my foot got stuck on my own saree 

And I fell down on the couch.

"You f*****g w***e dared to lie to me...huh? Now I'll teach you a lesson" He yelled and walked toward me.

I flinch at his tone. He never left my eyes and he was just standing in front of me

As he came near I coward away to the end of the large couch. My back hit the end of the couch and I clutched my saree in hope of some help from it.

But when my own trusted people had turned their back to me then this freaking saree is just a mere long piece of clothing.

He was stumbling a little because he was away too drunk. 

He inched his face to my level. I could see rage and some more emotions in his eyes but couldn't decipher it. His jaw clenched and alcohol evident in his breath was making it difficult for me to stay brave and look into his burning eyes with unknown emotions.

I was shivering out of fear.

What he would do? Will, he beat me? 

Will he... I couldn't predict what would he do because my life is unpredictable one moment is bright and the other is as dark as a new moon night.

Physically I was shivering from fear but mentally I was trying to find what he would do next.

I came out of my daze and shivered badly as he was still staring at me. 

He gripped my hair again and started dragging me upstairs. I punched him, pinched his hand, slapped his arms, I tried, 

I tried a lot but he didn't loosen his grip, if anything it tightened more.

"Leave...Aaah! le...leave m..me"

"ple...please...leave...Mmmeee" 

He turned deaf ears towards my all pleadings, begging, and my tears.

His steps stumbled a little because he was on the high influence of alcohol 

my steps stumbled to because he was dragging me by my hair. 

I was going to fall from the stairs but I held onto the railing for the support. but he started to drag

We reached upstairs and dragged me to the end of the corridor.

My face and head were aching badly due to all sobbing. 

He kicked the door open and he pulled my hair so badly inside and threw me on the floor.

"aaahhh! " I screamed in immense pain. My hand, back, head, knee, jaw everything hurts.

He slammed the door and he took predatory steps towards me. Eyeing me with an unknown emotion and of course rage and disgust. 

I pushed my self back. His one step forward, my one push backward.

Soon my back hit the cold wall, more tears spilled out.

I joined my hands and begged him while shivering.

"Plea..please  lea..leave me" I was begging this same thing to him and to them also. But never they heard nor he. 

He squatted down and in fear, I closed my eyes and moved my face another side. Hands still joined, begging for mercy which I don't know for which sin. 

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