Riya woke up next morning to the sound of chirping birds. She felt relaxed. She has dreamed of him. The Devil.
" I hate you", she said.
As she woke up she realised she was not in her house. Or any of her fried's or NOT EVEN SHALINI'S. But the surroundings felt familiar.
As she was thinking where she was thinking where she was the door opened after two knocks. Instinctively she gathered within herself.
" Damyanti", she said looking at the person. She was at his home. More precisely in his room. She has been here many times. Hence it felt familiar..
" Are you fine now miss", she said. " When Vicky baba brought you here you had a fever".
" Fever", she couldn't remember. What did he do??
" He carried you in his arms", said Damyanti.
Riya looked at herself. She was wearing a blue nightie. Her clothes?? OH MY GOD! Did he change them?
She blushed deep red.
" Are you okay madam? Doctor advised you to rest", said Damyanti.
" I am fine. I need a bath and umm some clothes", she said.
" Very well", said the servant cheerfully.
She opened a wardrobe. Riya was stunned to look in it.
Fine quality female clothes. From top brands. Western, Indian.Made i n India, Imported. Formals, casuals, Evening wear, nightwear ,office wear. Matching sandals, bellies, loafers. Even jewellery. Diamond, Emerlands, Rubies, pearls and Sapphires. Gold and silver. HEAVENS.
" This is", she lost her speech.
" Yours", smiled the servant. " Vicky baba chose everything himself."
She rolled her eyes.
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OVER THE TOP AS ALWAYS.
She needs to escape first. And why should she deny these fine clothes.? She chose a pink chiffon saree. It had a matching blouse and petticoat her size . Damyanti laid the underg*rments. The pervert even knew her sizes there. Uuggghh.
She ran to bath embarrased. She took her time bathing. He abducted her. The kidnapper. She will teach him a lesson. She just need to get out of this place.
" I am leaving", she said haughtily to Damyanti. " Inform your boss."
" Madam sir knows you are awake and he invites you to have a breakfast with him and his father", she said.
" Hell", she muttered.
Had it been him alone she would have thrown breakfast at his face and left. Vut Ram uncle. No she can't do that.
" I'll join them", she said defeated.
As she walked towards him Vikram was completely lost in her beauty. She was wearing a pink saree. Sandals. Her brown hairs were in loose waves. Matching bindi. And bangles. She wore pearls.
The woman ..the wife the dream..Mine..
All that was left was her Mangalsootra and vermillion.
" Good morning beautiful " he said.
She ignored him.
" Hello uncle", she greeted Ramcharan.
" How are you beta"?
" I am fine uncle", she replied.
" I heard this moron scr*wed up", said Ramcharan taking a bite of hot poha. ( Rice flakes cooked with onions and potatoes).
" Well I am not surprised. He can't hold nice girls".
Riya's face fell.
" I am sorry I was rude to you uncle", she said.
" No problem", said Ramcharan. " I am happy your fever broke".
" Are you skipping meals again ", Vicky asked out of the blue.
" I am not..", she started to reply. She halted. SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO IGNORE HIM.
" Eat", he commanded.
" Go to hell", she whispered.
His lips curved into a smile as she ate poha angrily.
After she finished she got up.
" Good bye uncle", she said.
" Don't bother about him", said Ram pointing to Vicky. " Come here to meet your dad".
" Of course uncle", she said and turned to leave.
" I am not letting you go alone . Manav is coming to pick you up", said Vicky.
" No", she retorted. " I am capable of leaving on my own".
" You were sick yesterday", he said.
" You don't get to control my life", she hissed and started leaving.
" Riya don't", said Vicky". " I am warning you".
" Watch me", she said and turned to leave.
Suddenly she was air borne. THE B*STARD"
" Put me down", she screamed.
" Not if you behave like a petulant 6 year old", he said. " I am dropping you home".
" I don't want to go with you", she said. " Put me down you oaf".
" Tough", he said. " I am all you got baby".
Riya looked around. Everyone was team Vicky. Even Ram uncle.
" Bless you both", he said.
Vicky carried her out.He deposited her unceremoniously on the passenger seat of one of his cars and locked the door.
He entered the driving seat. She was sulking as he fastened the seat belt.
" Ready", he asked.
She ignored him.
He took off like an aeroplane.
He was driving so fast like he was flying the car . Her ears were ringing. They narrowly escaped death many times. Earlier she maintained her poignant silence quietly praying her God for life. But after he missed their death narrowly a couple of times; (CORRECTION HER DEATH. HE WAS SHIVA KNOWS WHICH CREATURE. ) she decided to speak.
" Will you slow down your highness. One of us is mortal here", she said.
" Call me king one more time and I will strangle you", he said with clipped anger.
" Bull brained as usual. Hello Mr. Comnander This is not your battlefield", she said.
" Bull brained", he smiled as he braked to slow down.
She really is beautiful. Saree, her hairs, her scent. His defences went down . Love came in his eyes.
" Looks like a battlefield to me", he said. " A marital one".
She let out a painful laugh.
" How can I fight you ohh mighty one", she said.
" Why not"?
" Wearing your clothes, your jewellery, having slept in your house for night and eating you food isn't it time I pay back your debt?"
He braked ..
Crrrrrrrek. The car stopped.
" Debt", his mouth thinned.
She removed her saree pallu. And exposed her m*lky b*dy to him.
" Consort at your service your highness. Please collect your debt.For the food I ate and clothes I wear".
" You", he said hurt.
She removed her seatbelt.
" Shall I dance for you", she said. " Or be on my fours. I can't say no right".
Vicky couldn't breathe. He remembered
" You are my consort Chandbai. I pay for your food, your stay and clothes", said king Ranjeet singh. Pay your debt you fallen woman".
"No Sahib",she pleaded.
He slapped her hard. She fell on the bed.
" Don't you call me that. Behave as my consort", he roared.
" I am not well your highness. Not in position to offer you.."Another slap came and he tore of her clothes.
" You are in no position to say me no b*tch", he said.
Gunjan was on her periods. She pleaded and then tried resisting him. He was as angry as a lion.
" I'll teach you a lesson today", he said.
He took out a whip and started whipping her. She fell on his legs.
" I beg you your highness. Spare me".
But Ranjeet was drunk. He forced himself on her. Again and again. In the midst she passed out shivering from seizures. After he finished he left her on floor bleeding and went away throwing a coin of gold over her miserable body.
" I am in no position to deny you or say no to you even today your highness", said Riya. She started sobbing.
" Consort at your service", she said hiccuping.