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the 3rd part was brilliant...riddhima has gone through so much in life that one can easily relate to her pain xnd suffering...she's rea'lly weak and vulnerable...iits good that armaan is not being harsh on her and is nice to her...please post the next part soon...cant wait..😊

the 3rd chapter was very emotional one

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CHAPTER 4

~And end it is~

I stood under the shower and it felt heaven. After a long time I was getting a proper bath and I wanted to enjoy till it lasts. But Butler's words "He is very particular about timings. Don't be later" were more than enough to bring me back. I got out of the shower and tied the towel around myself securely. I wasn't interested in wearing the same old, dirty clothes I was forced to wear before coming to this place and in my haste for a shower I forgot to bring a fresh pair from the closet.

The cold air hit my body making me shudder as I entered the room. Everything was exactly the way I saw before I entered the bathroom except the empty bed that wasn't empty anymore. There was a box. Hundreds thoughts were going in my mind. How was it possible? I had locked the door and checked it twice and in no possible way it was possible for anyone to enter the room except when you have an extra pair of keys. I should have understood before letting down my defence. There is no way he's going to give me any sort of privacy and from whom? Butler told me on our way up that it's just him and blue eyes.

For a moment I stood still at the bathroom door and only allowed my gaze to look around. I didn't want to take chances. When I had made sure that there was no one in the room I quickly made my way towards the bed and looked at the box. It was a blue colour velvet box with a white flower made of ribbon on top. It wasn't this box that caught attention. It was the message card that was pasted on top of the box.

I want to see you in this dress at the dinner. Don't make me wait.

XXX

I opened the box and inside was a neatly packed blue dress. It was an expensive dress, no doubt about it, something I could never afford. Taking it out from the box I held the straps and looked at it by holding it in front of me. It was knee-length with a broach on the left side just where the strap starts. No designs, plain and simple the way I like. The only problem was the length. I wasn't too comfortable in wearing something that was above my knee and this dress was a bit on the higher side. I had stopped wearing skirts a long time back. In school I avoided wearing it but when I had no choice I used to make sure that either the skirt is below the knee or I had long socks. Also my father wasn't too happy with me wearing skirts and by not wearing I was trying to make him happy.

Another reason I wanted to avoid wearing the dress were the bruises that were still very much visible and not fully healed. Majority of them were on my back still I wasn't too sure whether I was ready or not. Debating would have lead to anywhere so I went with I am good at. Following orders. I wore the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. The back of the dress wasn't a revealing one so I was safe on that side. Few marks were visible on my arms and legs. But they had almost healed and only the marks were visible that I tried to conceal with the make-up. I was successful to an extent. Along with the dress were the matching shoes and accessories going with the dress that I had to wear.

When I was sure I was ready I sat on the bed and took deep breaths to prepare myself. I can do this...I can do this. I was telling myself. He told me that he won't do anything today. I wasn't too sure about that but a part of me wanted to believe it. And this is what led me to go with the dinner. It's not like I was given with any other option.

At exactly 8:00 there was a knock on the door. Sighing I looked at myself one last time and opened the door. Butler was waiting at the door. For a second his eyes flickered at my arms and I saw sadness. Like he felt SORRY for me. I am sure I must be dreaming. Nobody can be sad for me. I am not that lucky. He didn't know me at all so him and feeling sad. It can be nothing less than joke of the century for me.

"Let's Go.." He said. I nodded as he turned and started following him. He stopped in front of what looked like a big door and gestured me to go inside. Before I could have got the chance to ask something he turned and left, leaving me alone.

I waited for a few moments and pushed open the door. I wasn't too sure about entering inside. But then I heard his voice.

"Come inside" he said. With tiny steps I entered the room and made my presence felt. It was the dining place. He was at the seat where the head of the house sits. The wooden table was long enough to accommodate close to 50 people at one time. I was standing at the other end of the table holding the chair for support because I was sure that my legs weren't helping me at that moment.

"Sit.." He ordered. I gulped and nodded. Pushing out the chair I was about to sit when I heard him again. "Here" He pointed to the chair beside him. Was he serious? There was no way in hell I had the guts to sit beside him. It was close, too close for me. After the previous interaction I wanted to keep as much distance as possible but his actions were the complete opposite. He wasn't allowing me.

Maybe if I try.

"Can I..." the words came out of my mouth before I had the chance to think about its consequences. I had barely opened my mouth but was cut short by him.

"NO.." the authority with which he spoke told me it was the end of discussion. Trying to keep a normal posture in which I was failing miserable I slowly made my way towards him and stopped behind the chair where he wanted me to sit.

My gaze shifted to his face and saw him looking at me up and down, in an inspecting sort of way. His eyes noticed the bruises but like butler who I dreamed was feeling sorry I saw nothing like that. And I was more than happy to see it. I didn't want his pity or his sorry. He played a major part in my condition and feeling sorry would have contradicted his own actions towards me.

I pulled out the chair and sat on it making sure there was no noise in the process. Who knows by making noise I would have angered him. Food had not arrived yet. It was me, blue eyes and the silence, the 'silence' enough to creep me out. I didn't dare to look at him as my eyes were fixed on the table. I was trying hard to find something interesting there. The silence and not to forget his eyes that I was sure were fixed on me were killing me out. I had to shift my mind elsewhere before I did something outrageous in front of him. Luckily before anything could have taken place, the butler came with the food.

I had not seen so much food at one place anywhere before. Are there more people? Because in no way it was prepared just for the two of us. There had to be more. But there weren't. It was made just for us. So many varieties at one place, something I could have only dreamed.

He placed the food on the table and left returning the silence I was experiencing a moment ago. With head bowed I was looking at the food in front of me, forgetting for a moment that I wasn't alone.

"Someone's hungry.." I heard and quickly shifted my gaze to the place on the table right in front of me that was now occupied by the plate and knife. If he thought I was going to show him how hungry I was feeling at that moment. He was wrong. I won't give him this pleasure of enjoying at my misery.

I remained silent. My gaze fixed at the centre of the plate. I felt some movements beside him and as much as I wanted to run away I remained seated, making my body as small as possible and trying to maintain a normal breathing. The next moment I saw my plate not empty anymore. He placed some green colour item on my plate. It looked horrible and looking at it made me believe that it'll also taste horrible. I wasn't going to eat it.

"EAT" All my resolution of not eating went down after hearing his voice. Why I even thought of going against him. I had no idea. Like it was possible. With shaking hands I held the fork in my hand and used the knife to cut the smallest piece. I took way longer time to cut it and using the fork I brought it to my lips. Before putting it in my mouth I tried looking at him from the corner of my eyes.

The way he was looking at me. He was making sure that I was actually eating the food. And who am I to deny? Quickly I put the food in mouth and without chewing much gulped it. The first few times it felt awkward because of his eyes on me. I don't like people watching while I eat and with the atmosphere around me it felt like he was waiting for me finish so he can do whatever he wanted.

I took way too much time in finishing it and I knew he didn't like it because I saw him tightening his fist to control himself. But as much as I tried I couldn't bring myself to eat normally in front of him. His actions weren't allowing me. By the time I had the last piece in my mouth the tension was back. His plate was cleaned long before me. He was waiting for me to finish and now I was almost there. The nervousness was back and not just my hand but I felt my body shaking. The food was still in my mouth and his gaze forced me to push it down making me cough a bit. My body stiffened as I felt his hand on my back. no...no please no...This can't be happening today .. He told me...He told me..He.. The fork hit the plate with a clattering sound and THUD, the chair hit the floor as I jumped out of it.

"No..please..no.." I moved back, shaking my head as he stood up from his chair. The tears were making it difficult for me to see him properly. My back hit the wall stopping me from moving any further. I tried looking at my side and his hand came in my view. I was locked and there was no escape. His hands touched my shoulder and it was the end. Whatever strength I had left in my body I used it. I tried pushing him away, I tried punching him, and I tried removing his hands from my shoulder. But nothing helped. His finger touched the straps on my shoulder and I closed my eyes preparing myself for the worst. The only thing left for me after this was my end.

~and end it is~

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thanks for replying...:) yeah i'm sure that all the problems she faces ahead will strengthen her furthur...considering the fact that she's endured all the torture from her so called dad without question or doing something stupid like ending her life or something...and i realised that u havent reaveled armaan till now...maybe the blue- eyed guy is someone else..lol!! but i realy hope that he's our armaan only...😊