RishBala FF: Broken Ways - Part 19 - Page 125 - Page 18

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- If you do not expect the unexpected you will not find it, for it is not to be reached by search or trail. -

Chapter Four - The Unexpected Trip

A few days passed where all I did was keep my mouth shut and follow his demands. I basically swore to myself that I would not say anything against him and not question him ever again. I made sure to not make any more mistakes and surprisingly he wasn't hell-bent on making my life miserable after the whole spilling food on him ordeal.

I was sitting on my bed one evening when suddenly RK barged into my room. No knocking, nothing. He barged into my room and threw down a red sari in front of me.

"Put this on. Now."

"B..."

I stopped myself just in time. I was not going to question what he asked. I simply nodded my head.

"Come down ready and in it right away."

I nodded my head again and watched him leave the room.

I had never worn a sari before. I was into lenghas when I was younger. Whenever my family and I were to go to a party, I wore the prettiest lengha I could find. Saris were never my thing. I felt uncomfortable in them, as if they're too revealing.

Luckily RK had agreed to let me wear my anarkalis at home while on the job. He had Bittuji give me the good news, but I felt there was some sort of catch. I looked down at the sari and wondered if the catch was going to be revealed tonight.

The entire time I dressed myself in the sari, I continued to wonder why RK would want me wearing it.

I let my long black locks fall down on my chest and back. With a few curls and make-up, I was set to go. I took one glance in the mirror in front of me. I had never looked so beautiful in my life. I felt like a beautiful woman for once, not an orphan who depended on others for everything.

I left my room, and walked down the stairs slowly. I saw RK conversing with Bittuji. He stood with his back towards me as I gradually descended the stairs in black heels.

"Where the heck is Number Nine? I'm going to be l..."

He trailed off as he spun around to look at me, almost as if I took his breath away. I wanted to slap myself for even thinking that. I overlooked his look in my direction and continued to walk down the stairs. As I reached the bottom, I went to stand in front of him.

He took one good look of me up and down.

"You could've done better."

Was he kidding? I spent the last 30 minutes of my life dressing myself for him, not knowing what it was for or why I was being dragged along. I had felt like the most beautiful woman in the world until he said that. I lowered my eyes, feeling disappointed in myself and self-conscious all over again.

Yes, again. After my family passed away, I dealt with a lot of personal issues at the age of 15. One of them being the fact that I was overly self-conscious. I never felt good in my skin until I set out to find myself a job. That was when things started looking good for me. In other words, it had only been one year since I got over the death of my family, and here was RK spreading salt on my recently healed wounds.

He placed his finger under my chin and brought my face up to look at him.

"You keep your mouth shut during this, understand?"

During what? Where was he taking me and why? Why me? Why not Neha or someone else?

I nodded my head in response as I gulped in fear of him. I feared him more than I should've but it was something I couldn't help. He was intimidating to say the least.

He grabbed my arm and began dragging me towards the front doors. I writhed in pain as his tight grip pulled at my arm. I tried to keep up but he walked faster than a normal person would. It was obvious he was late for something, but that didn't mean he had to let it out on me. Sure I had taken 30 minutes to get ready, but that was because he came to me last minute. It wasn't my fault.

It sucked that I couldn't question him either. If I questioned him..."there'd be consequences" as he had threatened me with many times before.

As he pushed me into the car, I began contemplating what those consequences could be. Would getting answers out of RK be worth those supposed consequences?

I put my seat belt on as he got into the passenger seat in front of me.

"Hurry up for God's sake. I don't have all day."

The driver seemed nervous and intimidated as well. He started the engine and sped off as fast as he could while I sat in the back, wondering where the car would come to a stop.