"Have I interrupted something?" Vedant questioned us. I stared at the man who was about to rape me. I seized the opportunity and kicked that horrible man's shin. He collapsed in agony, and I took advantage of the situation by sprinting towards Vedant.
The nasty man regained his senses and ran towards me. I stepped behind Vedant and grabbed his shirt.
"Please, this man was attempting to rape me. I didn't want to be with him," I answered, weeping through my tears.
"But you went on your own, right?" Vedant asked, and he appeared to be inebriated as well.
"Hey, man, you have really disturbed us. Let go and let me have fun with this curvy bitch over there," the awful man shouted, attempting to drag me away from Vedant, but my grip on him was firm.
"Wait," Vedant yelled.
"Listen, if she's ready, I'm fine, but she clearly doesn't want you, man, so leave her alone," Vedant replied, turning around and holding my hand.
"You can go now; be careful with parties around here," Hre warned me.
"No... you are not going without satisfying me, bitch," the awful man snarled and tried to grab me. I yelled at him, but he just pulled me harder.
"Leave her, dude. You can bring any eager girl below. Everyone is horny. You can obtain any female," Vedant attempted to persuade the man, but the nasty man simply punched Vedant, and he fell down with a loud cry.
"You shouldn't have done that, missy..." The man sprinted toward me, and before I could react, he had me pinned against the wall. When he grinned, his yellow teeth showed, and I could smell his stale tobacco breath from a distance.
"Well, well, what a beauty you are..." I attempted to get out of his grasp, but he pinned me against the brick wall.
When his face drew in gently, inch by inch, I turned away to avoid making contact. But just as I was anticipating his filthy lips touching mine, I closed my eyes and heard a loud voice, which moved him away from my body. The wicked man was flung and landed on the bed. Vedant kicked his abdomen and hit his face several times. The wicked man was unable to defeat Vedant. He yelled with pain. Blood covered the wicked man. The loud shout signaled that everyone had assembled and was discussing what was going on. Everyone was looking at me, and this behavior had never made me feel disguised in my life. I tried to avoid everyone's gaze. Vedant rose up and wiped the blood off his palm.
"Stay away from her. You should understand, man; no is a no," he added, giving a final kick to his stomach and looking at me.
"The show is over. So everyone can go and mind their own fucking business," Vedant exclaimed, and everyone left. I stood there, unsure what to do next. Vedant walked by me.
"Do you want to again experience everything?" He questioned me, and I shook my head in denial. He suddenly held my hand in his warm hands, and it felt really secure. He made his way through the crowds, and I trailed behind him, admiring his posture and the way he held my hands. My hands fit perfectly in his, and I never felt secure enough.
We then departed the doorway and arrived outside the house, which was quiet. He quickly released my hand, and I felt empty again. What's happening to me? I shouldn't feel this way. It's wrong. He has saved my dignity, but that doesn't mean I should harbor feelings of affection for him. He has repeatedly insulted me and body shamed me.
"Why did you go with him if you didn't want him to fuck you?" He questioned me directly, and his words shocked me deeply. I don't come from a place where people speak so openly about being screwed. I felt so disgusting. Did everyone in the hallway think I chose to have sex with that evil man?
"no... I figured it was only a few minutes, so I'd talk for a while and then the chaos would be done," I began slowly, selecting my words carefully.
He glanced at me with disbelief, "Are you that dumb or innocent?"
"Everyone understands that when you choose someone, it is because you want to have sex with them. Didn't you understand what you were signing up for when you agreed to come here?" he said angrily.
"no. I've come here to protect my sister. She just told me it's the usual getaway," I replied.
"I've never seen somebody so dumb. Lady, use your head. These rave gatherings are wild, adulterous, and unsuitable for the prim and nice female. These getaways are solely intended for indulging in all your desires, including unrestricted sex with a multitude of individuals.He said something that surprised me. Papa would be devastated if he found out that Riya was involved in all these activities.
"He would have raped you if I hadn't showed you." He is the most brutal player here; all of his female partners are battered the next day," he continues, and I wonder what would have happened to me if he hadn't shown up there. I would have suffered sexual assault here. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. I sit on the sofa, and tears pour incessantly.
"Take this," Vedant says, handing me his handkerchief. I accept that since I'm a messy crier.
"Your sister is a spoiled brat and a player. Do you know it?" Vedant questions me, and I nod in denial.
"This is not the first party she has attended. She has attended numerous events like this. Why did you accompany me here?" Vedant questioned me as he sat next to me.
"I did not know. Papa told her that if I accompanied her here, she might go." I said, sneezing into my handkerchief. After that, there was complete stillness. None of us said anything. When did Riya get like that, and how can anyone be so casual about it?
I've always believed that if you love someone deeply, you can overcome any obstacle and be with them. How can somebody just randomly fuck someone for physical pleasure? Aren't we disrespecting our bodies and ourselves? How can we just offer ourselves to someone we barely know? It was becoming too much for me. I had to leave this location promptly today. I couldn't envision myself living with her for the next five days. It was impossible for me.
Suddenly, I stood up and gazed at Vedant, who was sitting on the bench in a relaxed stance. It dawned on me that he was shirtless and his physique was truly impressive. He has sculpted abs and an absolutely stunning face.
"Uhhh, Vedant, I am very grateful for what you have done today. I'm forever grateful," I murmured, looking at him. He stared at me, then stood up in front of me.
"Hmm," he replied. Sometimes I get the impression that these wealthy brats are unable to accept compliments. Anyone would say welcome, but see here also he shows attitude.
"See you later. Good night," I replied as I turned to go to my room, knowing Riya would be getting a lot of scolding from me today.
"Wait," Vedant said, and I remained motionless. In a few moments, I felt his breath near me and turned my head to see him standing quite close to me. I tried to walk away, but he quickly placed his hand around my waist and drew me closer.
"How dare you..." I said this before continuing.
"Your zip has been pulled down, and your bra is obviously visible to everyone. Do you want everyone to see your semi-naked form?" He leaned near my ear and asked, "Do you want everyone to see your semi-naked form?" His question gave me shivers. When I was struggling against him, that wicked man would have pulled it down.
"Wait, let me help you," he offered. He slowly took all of my hair and placed it over my shoulder.
As soon as his fingers touched my bare skin, I couldn't resist. What was happening with me? His palm accidentally touched my exposed skin, and then he quickly pulled the zipper up. However, all of the touching had left my thoughts blank. No man has ever touched or come this near to me. Either my body craved touch, or I was transforming into a shameless individual like my sister.
"All done. No need to thank me," Vedant responded, moving aside.
I immediately nodded and dashed to my room. As soon as I entered my room, I closed the door and stood against it to settle my anxiety. I then went into the bathroom and spent a long time taking a bath. But I couldn't quit thinking about Vedant's abs, his tight muscles, and how he punched him. The way he held my hand made me want him to keep touching me. Realizing what I was thinking, I abruptly stopped the shower, wiped my body, and emerged from the bathroom to find my baby sister chuckling on the bed. I quickly changed into my nightgown.
"Riya, pack up; we're leaving this filthy place tomorrow," I remarked as I began packing my bag.
"Tell me, Di, how was Rahul in bed? He can be very aggressive," Riya said, sitting on her bed and looking at her nails.
"Riya, we're not like these people. We hail from a middle-class family, where people hold girls in high regard for their purity. If Papa finds out what kind of parties you go to, he will be embarrassed," I added, sitting next to her.
I grasped her hand and said, "Riya, you are my babysitter, and I have raised you as my daughter. Please come back tomorrow. I won't tell Papa about this," I said.
She abruptly began shrieking, "I am not you, Harshita Desai; you are the usual regular average girl. I do not want to become that. I don't want people laughing at me because of how I appear or my weight. These people won't accept me because I look like you. I'm not coming with you. You may go tell Papa all about it. I don't care," she stated in a venomous tone to me.
"I almost got raped today; if Vedant hadn't arrived, I would have been raped. Do you understand the gravity of the situation?" I yelled at her.
"so? That is not my concern. If you had come to Rahul freely, you would have relished the pleasure he would have given you," Riya added nonchalantly, and I stood there wondering how she could talk about this in such casual terms.
"Riya, please." I joined my hands and stated, "This place isn't for us."
"You can go if you want, but I am not leaving. I'll come after the party," she said, exiting the room. I sat on the bed, thinking about what I should do. I felt like puking when I saw all of these people's activity. I'll go inform Dad about it all.
I was thinking about how to inform Dad when my cell phone rang and it was his call.
"Hello, Papa," I said.
"Hello, my daughter; how are you and Riya? I hope she's behaving," he added, but his tone was amiss.
"Are you okay, Papa?" I remarked, "You seem off." I could hear him take a long breath.
"Nothing... it's about Riya; I've been receiving negative reposts from her college. She is on the point of expulsion. I'll go to college tomorrow and implore them to reconsider their decision. She is a small girl, and only we can guide her along the correct path. If we don't help her now, she won't have anywhere to go and will end up on the wrong path," Papa remarked, and I wanted to tell him she was already on the wrong path.
"Papa, I wanted to tell you something." I am exhausted of speaking.
"Is it urgent? Can we talk about it tomorrow? I'm already unhappy over this news." He muttered, and I remained silent.
"Nothing urgent, Papa," I replied.
"Take care of Riya; she's small, and you've always been like a mother to her. Don't leave her alone," Papa urged, feeling guilty all at once. I spent a few days confined with her.
"Yes, Papa, I will always be with her," I said, then hung up the phone and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling fan. In what pit have I found myself? I have to put up with her for another 5 days, and then it'll be the end of this nightmare. I fall asleep as tiredness overtakes me