ViDha TS : Let Me Heal You *Chap 3* Page 02 20/12

This one shot is totally inspired from "You loved me at your weakest" by Evie Harper. It is one of the most painful and emotional book I have ever read.

Warning

18+ (Languages and situations can be disturbing)

Genre : Dark, Painful, Love-story

Viplav

I glance towards my watch and wait for the clock strike 7.30.. I have been doing this for past 25 days. This girl, Dhani, she is my best friend Neil's little sister. I remember her when she was really small. I used to come to play with Neil when we were kids. But after my parents shifted abroad I lost touch with my best friend. And then I was back after getting my degrees to pursue job here before I join my father's business. When I met Neil her told that his sister was abducted and was sold to the sex market. She was just 18 when all these happened.

I feel a lump against my throat while recapitulation our conversation. I wonder what she must have gone through. For three years she was with those monsters as their sex slaves. She was a baby damn it. Looking at her pale lifeless face, I still find her baby. Her perfect innocent pretty face covered with misery. And from nowhere I feel possessive about her. My blood becomes active just in the mere thought of protecting her and never let anyone hurt her.

I still remember the day when she came home. She spoke nothing at all. Neil cried like a baby holding her in his arms. Few days before she arrived he got a call from police station. They found Dhani in the streets of Dubai unconscious. He took the next flight to meet her.

Apparently the cops took her to the hospital for treatment. The other two men who was related to that dirty business died on spot when their car collided with a truck. That night they were taking Dhani to her prospective owner. During the accident, Dhani got the least hurt due to her placement in the car. She was sitting in the middle. Other than few minor broken bones and severe bruising's she was fine. After few days he got her back in the house. But seeing her like this, quiet, aloof, it is equivalent to seeing a dead woman.

Every morning she came and sat beside the poolside looking at the water. Her eyes remained blank as she stared into god knows what. Today was no different. I went towards the window to look at her. I know she knows that I watch her everyday. There are times when her eyes collided with mine. But I never saw any response other that some blank expressions and sometimes she made me feel that I don't even exists. I may not understand the extent of her pain. It must be immense. But I know the more she hides the worst it will become for her. She is one of the strongest women I have ever come across. After what has happened to her, she survived so she is a fighter to me. And I want to bring her life back. I want her to talk to me, share her pain, and share her ugly moments so that I can help her heal. But I don't know whether she wants the same or not. But I vow to try. And with that determination I slide open the door and walked towards her.

I could see that sensing me, her shoulders became stiff. I smiled a little. "So she isn't that oblivious of my presence", I mutter to myself. "There are some feelings left inside her". As I reduce the distance between us the more determined I become.

"If you don't mind can I join you?" I ask her standing right beside her. I can see the top of her soft and silk hair. I want to run my fingers between them and ease away all the pain her pain.

There was no reaction from her. She didn't even blink her eyes.

I cleared my throat and pull a stool beside her lounge chair. She took her cup and sipped her morning coffee. I have noticed that she took her coffee black and strong but every time that liquid touched her throat she pinched her face. Probably she doesn't like it that bitter then why does she have it like that I wonder.

"Why do you have your coffee black when you don't even like bitter stuff".

She remained quiet and took few more sips.

"I am Viplav, your brother's best friend". I hope she shows some sign of recognition but she doesnt.

"I remember you as a baby you know. I used to come to play with your brother and you always wanted to play with us. You used to have two piggy tails and your brother used to pull them to irritate you. It was me who used to stop your brother from doing so. I still remember you used to cry immediately and I used to do to your room and watch you crying. And then seeing me you used to wipe away your tears pretending to be strong when inside you were hurting like hell. Is this what you are trying to do now Dhani? Is this pretend, this stony faade you have built to show it to the world that you are not effected, that you are strong?" Damn it, she still didn't flinch. I desperately want her attention. "Trust me when I say that you are failing miserably. Everyone can understand the pain you are going through".

Still there was no reaction.

"Dhani, talk to me. What is going on in your head tell me. I know there are certain things you cannot share with your brother, because he is your brother. But you can share it with some outsider. For god sake, come out of this misery. You have fought and you have won. You are free and they are dead. They will not take you ever. Your brother will protect you this time. I will protect you". I sighed.

"Why?"

My head snapped up as the first word fall out of her mouth.

"Why would you protect me?"

I am speechless. For the first time in my life I am dumb folded. After 25 days she spoke. This is the first step I know and if I go on one day she will given in and open her heart out and then I will be there for her to take all the weight she has been carrying for past three years. I kept on watching her as her lips form those words. Her voice is sweet like a breeze during spring and her lips are like soft petals of a rose.

"Do you want to get inside my pants mister?"

Before I could formulate her blunt words when she splashed the hot coffee on chest. It burned my skin instantly and I hissed in pain.

"Keep your hand off me mister. I know what you are up to. I don't want sympathy...I don't want any friend...you talk about how hurt I am? The demo, which I gave you right now, is nothing compared to the burnt I felt when those monsters who burned every part of my body with their filthy hands. Don't even pretend that you know what I have gone though, because you don't know what they have done to me. And I am not nave. I am aware of your intensions. Every man in this world is same and you are no different. You all want only want one thing and that is how to satisfy your dirty needs.

"So stop beating around the bush. If you want me then tell me on my face instead of trying to sweet talk with me". She stood up and all I could do was the hiss in pain. She narrowed her eyes and leaned towards me. She was wearing a deep neck top. The way she was leaning I could have easily seen what she was showing but I refused to look down to prove it to her that I don't want her that ways. Hell, I want her that way but not at this moment when she is vulnerable and accusing me and comparing me with those men who stole her innocence and treated her like a piece of shit.

"I don't want you like that" I tell her looking straight into her eyes. "I want to make friends with you, talk to you, understand you...help you".

Then she laughed...it was an ugly laugh, a mocking one...no a painful one.

"Ofcourse you don't want me. Who would want to want a girl who has been with, I don't know", she thought for a moment, counted something and shrugged, "more than 50 men", I immediately regretted my sentence formation. I didn't mean to come out like that. I don't even mean it. I want her. I definitely want to make love to her. To show here that what she has gone though isn't the only way it is done. There can be lots of emotions involved when two souls meet.

"You are a sophisticated man Viplav and you want your girl to be one man woman not some wh**e like me. When you make love to her, you want to feel special and cherished not a tunnel full of darkness and filthy scraps. So stop acting nice to me. Neither I want to share my interesting story' with you nor do I want you". With that she glanced towards my chest. "You wanted to have a little taste of my life, here you are feeling the first burn of it. Stay away from me mister or else I will burn you to death very slowly".

She turned to go when I stopped her by standing up, "Burn me as much as you want".

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She stopped immediately when the words flew out of my mouth. I mean those words in a heartbeat. I can take any pain she wants to inflict in me. Because I want to set her free from those demons that are eating her up from inside like a cancer.

She turned with a mocking smirk plastered in her pretty face, a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "It's easier said than done", she exhaled as if she doesn't believe in my words. To be honest I don't blame her. Three F*cking years and pain cannot be healed so easily.

Her eyes help no hope even though her hands were telling different story. She was nervous. I could make that out because she was clutching and unclutching her fingers. She used to do this very often when she was child. Even thought we never really got an opportunity to speak to each other during those days, she had always been very shy and nervous around me.

After a fraction of a second her eyes dropped to my chest. I know she can see the damaged skin because two of my top buttons were open. I saw something swim across her face. She took an almost invisible gulp and quickly returns my gaze.

"What you are doing is fruitless. I don't want to be healed". She laughed but it was a sad laugh. "A wound can be healed with due course of time, Mister. But a broken soul can never be healed. And I am not only broken but I threw those piece one by one in different directions. Each monster took away one with them. I am a ragged doll who is just breathing. That's the only thing I have learnt in those three years. I breath and to f*ck. So don't spend your precious time on me because you will get nothing out of it.

I watch her talk because I don't want to interrupt. I know it took a lot of courage to speak up and I don't want her to stop. It's killing me that she thinks so low of herself. I want to yank her and embrace her tightly and never let her go. Then I want to kiss her senseless to stop the "F" word coming out from that sweet mouth of hers.

I watch her lips form those words and she was aware of that very fact that I was watching her. She licked it unconsciously and my entire body froze. The blood rushed towards south making me aware of the unchanged chemistry between us.

She glanced once again towards my chest and spoke in a small voice, "You shouldn't be standing here and keep your wound unattended. It can get infected".

When I refused to say anything she growled at me "say something damn it. Why aren't smart your mouth working now?"

"Because I want to hear your voice. Twenty-five freaking days it took you to give some kind of reaction. And now that you have, I want to you to take out every single thing that you have planned to hide.

I saw her beautiful blue eyes go wide. I took few steps towards her and saw her retreating the same two. I stopped immediately and looked at her. "Pour two, three more cups of hot coffee if it means you will react, I will embrace them without complain".

She shivered as my gaze caressed her face lovingly. I can see the same vulnerable little girl with two piggy tales hiding behind the curtain and watching me leave her house on the last day before I went abroad. I still remember her last look as if she wanted to say something to me. Her eyes were sad as it is now. I desperately want to hear what's going on in her mind. Tell me Dhani, share all your pain with me. I promise to share this journey with you. I want you to know that you are not alone in this. I just want you to take the first step and I promise to take the rest ninety-nine. But that first step you have to take so that I know you trust me.

I took another measured step slowing closing the distance between us. I am determined now to keep the conversation going.

"Don't", she held her arms to stop me. "Just don't do this", she stated.

From vulnerability it turned into anger. Good, I thought. I want her to show emotions. I am glad that I can affect her.

"Those men might have taken all the pieces from you. You might have left those pieces with them. But I am not here to find those pieces. I am here to give you the new ones if you let me", I watch her intake sharply and then without a single word she turned and left. I wanted her retreating back as she ran increasing the gap between us.

"I wont touch this wound Dhani, unless you are the one who comes and treats it. I promise you that", it was loud enough to stop her.

"I wont come to you Viplav. Quit it. If you want to get infected then it's your choice. Trust me when I say that I don't have a heart to feel guilty about what I have done".

She was panting due to the exertion from running.

"You will Dhani. I know".

"You know nothing Viplav".

"Your heart wants to trust me. But your mind rejects. You know you can trust me but you cant let that happen because you are scared. I don't blame you precious. But please trust me...I wont hurt you".

"I am hurt enough in my life Viplav, you cant hurt me any further".

"Then why are you running away from me?"

"Because..."

"Because what Dhani?"

"Because I DON'T WANT TO F*CKING HURT YOU. Look what I have done to you. Cant you see the monster I have become?" for a moment I saw a spark in her eyes. But to my discomfort it was because she had tears in her eyes. Oh baby dont cry. No matter how much I wanted to go and stop her from hurting but I let her cry. "why don't you understand that there is nothing left in me Viplav. I am nothing but a piece of sh*t used by hundreds of men. You can never be my first. Every time you when you will touch me I will think of those painful ugly moments of my life. How they treated me like a piece of meat. How they threw me in the gutter and look the life out of me. How they used me mercilessly for their sadistic pleasure. I wasn't a human for them; I was just a piece of toy for their special needs.

While pouring her heart out she didn't realize that I was standing in front of her.

"I cant give you what you want Viplav. You deserve so much better".

I flexed my finger and then put my palm against her heart. She jumped but didn't try to remove my hand.

Thump Thump Thump, her heart beat against my palm. Thump Thump Thump, my own heart answering her. I took her hand and put it against my damaged skin.

Shocked would be an understatement. From her facial expression I know she knew what was happening. Our heart was beating together rhythmically.

Thump-thump ; Thump-thump ; Thump-thump.

I took her other hand and placed it against her own heart and covered her hand with mine.

Can you distinguish between them Dhani? Can you tell me which sound is yours and which one is mine?

She looked at me. More tears slid down her cheeks.

"You cant. You know why?"

Then she pushed me, bruising me even further, wrenching her hand from mine.

"No I don't know and I don't want to know. You are an emotional fool Viplav. "this" she pointed towards our heart, "means nothing".

"It means everything damn it. It means you have the most important part still left inside you. And I will protect that part in a heartbeat. You know why? Because it is mine. You are mine. And I love you".

"No..." she is fanatic now. "No you cant love me".

"To bad precious, but I love you. I loved you every single moment. Then and Now".

"No...no...no".

She turned before I could hold her and sprinted towards the house.

"Run as much as you want to Dhani. I will love you till my last breath".

"I don't care whether you live or die. I would never love you back".

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