Till Now…
Once again, Nandini's painful cries echoed through the room. Once again, an air of intoxication enveloped the space, and the sound of their heavy breaths filled it. Nandini was in pain, utterly exhausted, yet the man with her showed no signs of letting go. She tried to free herself from his grasp, but his fingers remained tightly intertwined with hers.
Despite the excruciating pain and sheer exhaustion, Nandini could do nothing but endure. After an eternity of relentless passion, the man finally grew tired and collapsed on top of her. Too drained to move, Nandini could neither push him off nor say anything. Eventually, she gave in to her exhaustion and fell asleep beneath him.
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The pain wouldn't let her sleep for long. Within a short while, Nandini's eyes fluttered open, and the harsh reality of her situation dawned on her. Glancing around in panic, she somehow mustered the strength to push the man off her. Her movements sent waves of pain shooting through her body as she climbed out of bed.
When her feet touched the floor, another surge of sharp pain coursed through her. She winced, closing her eyes tightly, trying to gather her strength. After a moment, she forced herself to stand, scanning the room with trembling eyes. Her torn clothes lay scattered on the floor. Though they were in tatters, she put them on anyway, along with the man's shirt, before stepping out of the room.
Nandini worked at the hotel, so she knew how to navigate its corridors. She searched the room for the master key, eventually finding it and unlocking the door. It was 4:30 in the morning, and the hotel was eerily quiet. Without drawing attention to herself, Nandini slipped away unnoticed.
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Later that morning, the man woke up in the same hotel room. His head throbbed with a splitting headache, and as he became aware of his surroundings, he realized he was naked. Confused, he scanned the room, his gaze landing on the disheveled bed. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the bloodstains.
Looking down at himself, he noticed scratch marks on his body. Piecing together the events of the previous night, a scowl formed on his face. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number.
When the call connected, he barked, "Someone drugged me last night, and a girl was in my room. I want to know who she was. Find her at any cost! And find out who's behind this setup."
The voice on the other end replied, "Okay, boss," before hanging up.
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The man called room service to clean the bed and headed to the washroom. After freshening up, he left for his office. Sitting at his desk, he awaited someone. Soon, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," he said.
His assistant, Manav, entered the room. "Did you find out anything?" the man asked sharply.
"Yes, sir. Your suspicion was correct. It's all part of a plan to tarnish your reputation. They even have evidence against you, which they intend to release to the media tonight."
The man's jaw clenched in anger. "And the girl? Who was she?"
Manav handed over a file containing Nandini's details. As the man flipped through the pages, his expression shifted from shock to a cunning smirk.
"So, they think they can succeed in framing Nishiv Rathore? They've made a grave mistake," he muttered.
He gave Manav detailed instructions on how to counter their plan. When Manav expressed concern about the timing, Nishiv snapped, "Do as I say. When they make their move, we'll strike back harder and turn the tables on them."
Manav nodded and left the office. Alone, Nishiv leaned back in his chair, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Now the real game begins," he said. "They'll all dance to my tune."
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Flashback Ends
Nandini sat in a secluded corner of a park, lost in her thoughts. The sun was setting, and the few people left in the park were beginning to leave. She hadn't moved from her spot all day.
Tears welled up in her eyes as the events of the past few nights replayed in her mind. The pain felt fresh, as if she were living through it all over again.
"What did I do to deserve this?" she whispered to herself. "Why am I always blamed for everything? Why do people think I'm at fault when I've done nothing wrong? Why does my existence make everyone's life so difficult?"
Her tears flowed freely, her heart heavy with unanswered questions. She recalled how she had been forced into Nishiv's room that night, how everything that followed had been beyond her control, and yet, she was the one being held accountable.
As her thoughts spiraled, her gaze fell on a blade lying on the ground nearby. She stared at it for a moment, her mind clouded with despair. Slowly, she reached for it, gripping it tightly before pressing it against her wrist.
A sharp pain shot through her arm as blood began to trickle down. Moments later, Nandini collapsed to the ground, unconscious.