Chapter 4
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I went to the washroom somehow controlling my tears when I saw there were already a number of women. No way I am going to cry in front of them. I controlled my tears and ran into the dark hallway. Tears started to roll down my eyes uncontrollably. As I felt that everything was going to end. My father was against me for God knows why and was head over heels to get me married. I don't want to marry now, I want to fulfill my dreams and to become a famous fashion designer. And of course if I ever whished to marry a man he would love me and I would love him back. Not like this, not now. Oh God how will I get out of this mess? I was in the back of the hallway into a small dark room which was a*****e room I guess. I was crying out loud, I can't help it I felt vulnerable and weak in front of myself. But I won't let anyone see it, Not the world. I have to find a way out of this mess and that to soon.
Suddenly I felt someone entering the room and heard the sound of Click of the door. In the dark I could only see a dark shadow moving.
"Who is it? " I asked trying to be brave.
But no answer.
"Who is this? " I asked again only to be pulled roughly by a hand and pinned me to the wall.
"Ah-" I tried to scream but the man smashed his lips into me. And that was it for me. I pulled up my knee and hit it on the man's groin. And that was enough for him to leave me and grip both his thigs with his hand. I can't make out his face but I could see a black shadow grumbling down on the floor groaning. It was a high hit I thought.
But I am not going to spare you so easily man.
"You moron! " I pulled him up by clutching the collar of his shirt.
"How dare you? " I said, my blood was boiling. all that was happening in my life was getting on my nerves. I felt like if I am a object in my house that was ready to be disposed after being used by everybody. The man probably didn't know that I had taken four years of karate coaching. And he is going to pay for what he had done, be ready man.
I still clutching his collar ready to execute my plan when suddenly the man jerked away my hand and I tried to get a grip back on his collar and instead I gripped his bow and he ran away. I tried to follow him but can't! All thanks to my chocolate brown useless gown.
I walked back to the washroom and looked into my palms, a silk deep blue bow tie, which I was clutching tightly during the fight when the man ran away and I was left with this piece of cloth. I hate such men who try to take advantage of girls because of their vulnerability and low physical strength. I would have have showed the man hell, just if I would have got hold of him. The Moron.
I fixed my hair, washed my face with water and went back to the dinning hall.
I was sitting beside my mom having dinner when I saw him once again. Aditya Singhania!
He was standing with a group of men, talking. All in those in grey and black working dresses. I looked at him and then back to my food, but then suddenly it occurred to me, he was missing something. Something which is called a bow tie!
Trash' The sound of my hand contacting with his cheeks reverberated in the large hall as people around me stared at us with a expression that they have just seen the-ghost-of-the-dead-kitten-under-their-bed.
The silence filled the air, but it wasn't of peace it was the silence before the storm, a dangerous one.
But I don't care anymore, I really don't! He stooped so low, I can't believe this, he tried to take my advantage.....just because I was alone in the dark? But I wasn't that weak and neither was my eyesight!
I was having my dinner when suddenly I noticed him standing there with a few other men, talking.
He was looking a bit different than the last time I saw him.
I ignored it at first but then it suddenly occurred to me........his bow tie was missing. The upper two buttons on his shirt were open and looked a bit crumpled.
And that was it for me. Who does he think he is? He tried to take my advantage in that dark room and is now standing here and talking as if nothing ever happened. Only if he knew I was having something which belongs to him.I looked at the blue silk cloth in my hand.
You are not going to get away with it Mr. Billionaire. No way!
I slapped him hard on his left cheek, it turned red more from anger than pain I guess because he was looking positively murderous at me.
The pin drop silence in the hall suddenly broke into loud murmurs all at the same time.
His expression still unreadable.
His eyebrows furrowed and then suddenly his expression morphed into one turning towards animosity!
Go to hell Mr. Singhania with that rage of yours. Now I know you fully well, you bastard!
I threw the blue bow on his face and stormed out the hotel.
Flashback over
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