Chapter 2(Piya's POV)
The lower half of the casino was filled with smoking gamblers. The auctioneer was standing at the podium, preparing for tonight's auction. Kabir nudged my shoulder.
"Piya, you serve this half. I'll serve the other." He said.
I looked at the people I had to serve. They were giving me lustful looks. One of them was ogling my clevage. I tugged the blouse closer to my neck. I served each of the men, avoiding their stares. They snickered amongst themselves, winking at me when I handed them the glass. This place was worse than home. They were ready to pounce on me and fulfill their lustful desire. I hurried though the row, then reaching the last person. It was him, the man who was watching me earlier. His eyes were their normal color again. He had the face of a Greek god, a strong jaw line and perfect lips. He was well built and perfect in every way. I was lost in his thoughts. He watched me intensely.
I handed him the glass in my trembling hand. He refused it. I quickly put the glass back on the tray and started towards the stairs. But he grabbed my wrist before I could leave. I fought at his iron grip, but he gripped it tighter. My wrist was being slowly crushed. I turned my head to glare at him. He maintained his icy expression, the corner of his lip curling up into a devious smirk. His eyes flashed the dark blue again. They burned deep into my soul. I fought harder. The auctioneer's voice saved me.
"Please take a seat gentlemen. The auction will begin shortly."
He let go if my wrist and I rushed out of there with Kabir, using him as a shield. The auctioneer began calling out numbers. We reached the bar shortly.
"Piya! What wrong?" He asked.
"That man...he's an animal. Like he was going to devour me any second."
I showed him my wrist, scarred with deep red finger marks.
"What man Piya? How dare he do this to you?"
He took my wrist and blew on it, reducing the burning sensation.
"The one at the back table. In the black suit and red tie."
Kabir stood there...thinking about who it was. He finally reached an answer.
"Him?! That's Abhay Raichand." Kabir fumed while saying his name.
"Kabir...I don't want to back there again." I said.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." He said. "I won't send you down there. That Raichand can do anything to you."
"Kabir...I'm going home. I think I had enough."
"Alright Piya. Take care..see you later."
I grabbed my clothes and quickly changed. I was happy to get those revealing clothes off. I looked at the clock. It was almost 6 PM. Crap! I had to get home in an hour!
I stuffed everything into my bag and rushed out of the casino.
"Oh God...please help me. I can't reach home late."
The cars and bikes whooshed by on the busy road. I inched closer to the curb, trying to hail a taxi. None of the taxis would stop for me. I panicked on thinking of my condition if I reached home late. No dinner and several beatings. My skin crawled with intense fear.
I bailed on the taxi idea, deciding to walk and maybe run my way home. It was a two mile distance, but it was worth it. I took off like a rocket down the sidewalk, bumping into the crowds of people. Clutching my bag close to my chest, I ran and ran until my body was completely worn out. I saw my house in the distance. Just a few more blocks.
I hurried my way into the house. Mom looked at me and slammed the dishes she was washing back into the sink. I took a step back.
"You're back your highness!" She yelled. "Now stop staring at me and finish the all chores in 30 minutes...or else.." She threatened.
I nodded my head and went straight into the kitchen, immediately taking the dishes and washing them. I glanced at the clock. I had reached 10 minutes early. I sighed in relief. No beating today.
I thought about him. Abhay. I saw his eyes over and over again. How did his eye color change like that? He was mysterious. He didn't say a word and he managed to make a place in my thoughts. All I saw was his beautiful face.
"Daydreaming are you?" It was Panchi's voice. The soapy water splashed on my clothes. The plate dropped back into the sink.
"10 minutes and you still haven't finished the dishes!" She snapped. "You still have to stitch the hole in my dress. I have my date with Danish tomorrow"
"Panchi, I'm almost done here. I will fix your dress."
"You better...or else I'll complain to dad. He'll fix you."
I hastened a bit and washed and dried all the dishes. I took out my sewing kit and Panchi's dress. There was a big hole in the side of the dress. I quickly stitched it and put it back in her closet. I loosened myself up. No more work after this, I could go to bed afterwards. I needed some time to myself.
I opened the window of my room. The strong breeze blew my hair back. My room overlooked the forest nearby. I remembered Mama. She used to love this forest. Mama used to tell me all kinds of stories, even up to her death. Once papa got remarried, I never retold these stories to myself again. I only heard orders and screaming.
She told me about love and her dreams about her prince charming, even though she never found him. She told me that everyone has a soulmate, someone who will love you to no end and always be by your side. She told all kinds of fairytales with that subject. From that day, I always waited for my soulmate. But I haven't found him yet.
I lied down in my bed, pulling the thin sheets over me. I only got sleep for about an hour, when suddenly my bedroom door swung open. I sat up immediately, startled.
"What is this Piya!!!??? You completely ruined my dress!" Panchi yelled into my face.
"I...I'm sss..orry Panchi. I didn't mean to do it." I pulled up the sheets in defense.
"Mom!!!!!! Look what she did to my dress!"
Mom rushed into my room and examined the dress. Her expression matched the fury she felt towards me.
"Trying to sabotage my daughter's date tomorrow right?" She hissed at me. "When will you stop torturing us?!" She continued to spew venom at me.
Panchi wailed over her date being ruined, as she didn't have another dress to wear. Mom came to me and grabbed both of my wrists in her hand. She slapped me hard, until my cheeks were red and swollen. She pushed me back into the hard mattress. I moaned in pain.
"No food for you tomorrow. And you will stay at work all day. No sleep and no food will fix you." She yelled.
Mom and Panchi stormed out of the room, slamming the battered door behind them. I curling up into a ball on the bed, fresh tears brimming my eyes. I wanted love. I wanted someone to care for me, to never hurt me.
I doubted that I was ever destined for that kind of love...
(Abhay's POV)
I wanted her...she only belongs to me. And I will do anything to make her mine.
I approached the auctioneer. He was packing up his things. He looked up and smiled.
"Mr. Raichand, what can I do for you?"
"That girl...the one who was serving wine. Who was she?"
"I heard she's new. Her first day working. Ma'am told me her name was Piya. Why?"
"I want her. I want you to put her on sale tomorrow."
The auctioneer looked at him in shock.
"Ummm...Mr. Raichand...I can't do that for you."
(Writers POV)
Abhay gave him a hostile glare. He picked the auctioneer up by his neck, his feet above the ground.
"Why?!" He roared.
"Bbbeeecause...it's against my morals to sell a living person." He sputtered.
"You know what I do to people that don't listen to me?" His eyes blazed into dark blue again.
The auctioneer was helplessly watching and shaking his head in horror. He couldn't escape now.
"I kill them." He hissed viciously.
Abhay contracted his hand that was around the auctioneer's neck. He snapped it in one reflex. The auctioneer fell to the ground, his neck broken into two. Abhay kneeled down next to the body and cradled him in his hands.
"So sorry for your loss. If only you did what I asked you to do."
He stared hungrily at his victim's neck.
"At least you are still somewhat useful." He said.
A set of sharp fangs slid out. He inhaled his victim's scent and bit into his neck. The blood filled his mouth rapidly. Within seconds, he drained the auctioneer of his blood. Abhay pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his face clean. A window flew open and a eerie thick shadow enveloped the corpse, disintegrating it. The room was clean, just as it was before.
His thoughts went back to Piya. She was the most beautiful thing he had seen in his entire life. She was made only for him...only him.
"Piya...I like it..." He said in a sensuous tone.
He stared at his hand, the one he grabbed her wrist with. He smirked evilly at it, swiftly closing it into a fist.
"You belong to me now..and you don't get to say no." He smirked, exiting the empty casino, twirling his car keys on his index finger.
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