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"Confide In Me" is a general horror story portraying two characters who have a strong and violated past. It is a story involving Arnav, an isolated man who sees no good in worldly affairs and Khushi, a troubled teenage girl running away from her past.
Warning: I seriously do not intend to write too many violated scenes but when I write horror, I tend to lose myself in it. So an urgent request to young readers is to NOT read this story if you know these scenes will affect you in any way. Also, there is use of strong language which also is not appropriate for young readers to read. Thank you and much appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Whoever owns them knows why Arnav cannot listen to the ENTIRE conversation and what color Khushi's eyes are. (Seriously, I haven't been able to figure out if they are green, brown or hazel. Jeez...)
By the way, comments and likes and especially criticizing replies bring more ideas in my head.
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Chapter 1
Khushi's Point of View
"Where's the money, Khushi?" Shyam hissed. "What shit did you spend my money on?"
I wrung my hands together in anticipation and tried to forget that Shyam was glaring daggers in the side of head. It wasn't easy. It never was.
Shyam and me had been married for a year now. I was 17 and stupid. He had proposed to me after taking me out on a dinner date and I had immediately jumped into his arms. Now I realize how big of a fool I was.
Few days after the wedding, he stopped loving me. He never slept in the same room as me, he never hugged or kissed me and yelled a lot. A heck of yelling he did. But the worst part was when he moved away from the city to a secluded area and that's when the beating started.
He beat me. Everyday, he would come in drunk and would beat the living shit out of me. If anything wasn't in order I would get a beat. If food wasn't on time, even a minute later and I would get a beating.
Our sex life wasn't healthy. Not that I cared - I didn't want him touching me ever again. But having him bring in prostitutes and harshly f**k them was completely unacceptable by me. He did it in front of me because he knew I would be hurt. And despite all of this, I still loved him. I didn't want to but I did.
The trees stopped blurring and we were still. It was nearing midnight and it made the road look even more scarier.
"Khushi," he snapped, turning to face me. I hadn't realized he had stopped looking at me earlier. "Didn't you f**king hear what I said?"
I nodded my head slightly. "I'm sorry...I was lost."
He chuckled maniacally. "Cut the crap, bitch. And tell me," he paused taking a swig of his stale beer. "Where the f**k is my money?"
"I don't have your money," I whispered edging away slightly. I knew what was coming next.
"Of course you don't, you piece of shit!" he slurred, slumping over the steering wheel. "Obviously - you...you spent it! Thief!" He chugged down the rest of his beer and threw the can at me muttering "trash" under his breath before passing out.
I stared at his relaxed, sleeping form. He had never been so careless to leave me free outside of our cottage. Even before leaving, he would deadbolt the house from outside and set an alarm. But here I was, suddenly, free. Should...I?
I silently opened the door and slid out. I didn't bother shutting the door knowing it would cause a commotion and he would wake up. I shuddered at the thought and ran in the opposite direction of our house. I chanced a glance back at the truck and hoped to never see the man or to hear from him ever again.
***
Each step I took towards the cottage increase my anxiety and my stomach would knot up. After running, sleeping, walking, crawling for 5 hours I had spotted an old cabin with flowers blooming outside. It was a whole patch of flowers: Gerber daisies, roses, sunflowers and in the pond were water lilies. The sight had attracted me immensely and I knew a person who would take care of the flowers could never turn down a needy.
But I was still scared. What if the man turned out to be another drunkard like Shyam or a misogynistic man like in the movie: Murder 2? I almost turned on my heel and walked away but the outcome of Shyam finding me was enough for me to rap gently on the splintered wooden door.
Almost immediately, the door had opened and a man had stood there glaring. Oh great, another short-tempered man. And he was holding a GUN?
"Who are you?" he asked angrily as he took a step towards me. He balanced his "gun" on his shoulder perfectly. "And what gives you the f**king right to wake me up at 4:55 in the morning?"
"I...I'm sorry," I squeaked, cowering slightly away from him. He blankly stared at me and I knew it was my cue to continue.
"I'm lost and I..." He raised his eyebrows. "...need help." I finished looking at him and finally taking in his personality. This man was without a doubt handsome. He was not too muscular but was lean and strong at the same time.
"With what?" he snapped suddenly glaring at me fully now. "And what makes you think that I can help you? I ain't no f**king genie; you don't get 3 wishes with me."
I was shocked at the bluntness of this man. Truly he was not someone I had expected him to be. Despite his attractive personality, he was selfish.
"I...well...nothing." I said closing my mouth and turning away. I had almost considered apologizing for interrupting his beauty sleep but I knew I would begin to sob. This was all a big mistake. I should have never married Shyam and listened to my sister. I am such a fool and a big-
But I was suddenly pulled back from my inner monologue. Literally. And my head throbbed after I hit his steel chest. He didn't seem particularly bothered until I glanced into his worried eyes. But it all changed when he saw the tears on my cheeks.
"f**k!" he yelled suddenly going back inside the house and coming outside with keys in his hand. He grabbed my elbow and dragged me to his rusty, orange truck seating me in the passenger seat. To say that I was hyperventilating would be an understatement. What an idiot I must be to think that he wouldn't know Shyam and would not have seen me with him. Now he was taking me back to him...
He slammed the door and glared at me. "Where the f**k do you want to go?" I stared at his brown orbs taking in what I had heard. He didn't know who I was. And it wouldn't hurt to pretend I was someone else.
"I...I have no where to live." I stated meekly looking away. He grunted under his breath.
"And you are suggesting I take you under my wing," he said slyly. I caught amusement in his tone. "Am I right, princess?"
"No...I..."
"Out," he said. What? No please don't make me! I slowly stepped out of the car hoping he would change his mind. "Go inside and lock the door until I come back." He started his car and began to rev it out of the driveway. I noticed how he expertly avoiding squashing his flowers.
Maybe I was wrong about this man. Maybe he was not selfish but again I knew I couldn't trust him. He was intimidating yet inviting.
"And..." he said making me turn around. He had a grim look on his face different from the rest. "If I come back to find anything missing and you gone," he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as if thinking an effective threat. "...then you will suffer my wrath even if you are in Canada."
Then he drove away as his wheels threw some gravels on my shoes. I gave a last glance at the back of the truck before going inside the cabin and locking the door. And suddenly once again I felt safe in the warmth of the cabin and the man's words.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
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Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
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