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Laila was in a deep sleep when she felt the icy shock of water hitting her face and body. She jolted awake, gasping and her eyes blinking rapidly as she tried to comprehend what was happening. The room was dimly lit and it took a moment for her consciousness to hit for her to focus on the figure standing over her. Parth stood by the bed holding an empty Jug in his hand, his expression a mixture of annoyance and his cold self. She remembered their first night which was an exact copy of the current event, Her dreams broken by the flood of water caused by Parth.

 "Get up" he commanded which made Laila flinch. "Parth What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling in fear. "You're not here to laze around all day" he snapped at her and continued in his cold tone, "Get up and get back to your duties, I've let you rest long enough". She stared at him in disbelief, her mind struggling to process the sudden shift in his demeanour. Just the day before, he had been more gentle and making sure that she was eating and resting. Now, he was back to his monstrous self and she couldn't understand why.

"But Parth, I'm still recovering" she protested in her weak voice but was silenced. "Don't make excuses" he retorted in a harsh tone and threw the jug aside where it shattered on the floor. "You're well enough to work, I expect the house to be spotless and dinner ready on time" Commanded Parth. Laila's heart sank but she knew better than to argue with him, especially when he was back to his cold self. She slowly pushed herself up, "Yes, Parth," she murmured. Parth's eyes narrowed as he watched her struggle, "You've been given enough time to recover. Now get to work" His tone laced with venom

She quickly changed into dry clothes but her mind racing. The brief moments of kindness he had shown her were gone and got replaced by the familiar cruelty. She knew she had to be careful, to do everything perfectly or she would face even worse punishment. Laila spent the rest of the day cleaning the house, her body aching with each movement. She scrubbed the floors, dusted the furniture and made sure everything was in its place. Her crumbling yet recovering body couldn't afford any mistakes.

As she stood in the kitchen preparing lunch, Her mind wandered back to her goal of finding the reason of her pain. She knew Parth was always waiting for her to slip up. She couldn't afford to make any mistakes, not when She's still very vulnerable. Parth had left for a meeting in the morning but Laila knew he would be back soon. She hurried to finish preparing the meal, her hands shaking with exhaustion and fear. She glanced at the clock and realized she had less than twenty minutes before he returned. She had to make sure everything was perfect.

The soup on the stove started to boil over and in her haste to move the pot, Laila accidentally knocked over a bottle of olive oil. The bottle shattered on the floor into small pieces of glass shards and the oil spread quickly, creating a slippery mess. "Fuck" She exclaimed and her face twitched in panic. Panic surged through her as she scrambled to clean up the mess knowing that Parth would be home any minute. As she frantically wiped the oil off the floor, she heard the front door open. Her heart raced and she worked faster, her hands trembling. 

Parth's footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder as he approached the kitchen and so did her heartbeats. She could feel his presence, the air growing heavier and cold with each step. "Laila" Parth's voice was cold and menacing, "What happened here?" her heat sunk hearing his voice.  Laila looked up while her eyes wide with fear, "I'm so sorry, Parth" she stammered in pure fear. "I-I knocked over the bottle by accident, I'm cleaning it up now" She continued. Parth's eyes narrowed and he took a step closer, his expression darkening. "You knocked it over by accident? How clumsy and careless can you be?" he taunted.

Laila continued to clean and her heart was pounding in her chest being well aware that she'll face his wrath, "I'm really sorry It won't happen again" She pleaded. Parth watched her for a moment, his eyes cold and calculating. "Sorry isn't good enough, You need to learn that your actions have consequences" Said Parth in a menacing tone, She knew his words were not referring to the current events but something from the past. Before Laila could react, Parth grabbed her wrist, She stumbled trying to keep her balance but his grip was too strong. He dragged her to the stove, where the pot of soup was still simmering. 

Fear surged through her as she realized what he was about to do. "Parth please" she pleaded while her voice trembling. "I'm sorry, I'll do better, Please don't-". Parth cut her off and his grip tightening on her wrist, "You need to learn your place Laila" he said, his voice cold and emotionless, "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it". With a swift and brutal motion, Parth forced Laila's hand into the boiling soup. The searing pain was immediate and excruciating.

 Laila screamed, her body in agony as the hot liquid burned her skin. She struggled to pull her hand away, but Parth's grip was like iron, holding her in place. "Please Parth, please" she sobbed, "It hurts! Please stop" tears were streaming down her now red face. Parth finally released her and Laila stumbled back, cradling her burned hand to her chest. The pain was overwhelming and she could barely see through her tears blurring her vision. Her hand was red and blistered, the skin already starting to peel. 

She collapsed to the floor with her body shaking with sobs. Parth looked down at her and like always his expression cold and unfeeling. "Let this be a lesson to you" he said quietly, bend upto her level and her tear filled eyes rose to his, "You will not make mistakes, You will not disobey me, Do you understand?". Laila nodded frantically,  "Yes Parth, I understand, I'm sorry- I'm so sorry" her voice choked with sobs. "You're here in your custom made hell because of your actions, You suffer consequences for the action you do" reminded Parth and she was well aware that he doesn't mean the oil spill but the mystery she needs to crack.

Parth turned and walked away, leaving Laila on the kitchen floor with her hand throbbing with unbearable pain. She felt broken and defeated, her spirit crushed by his cruelty. She knew she had to find a way out but the path to freedom seemed more impossible than ever. As she laid on the floor, her mind raced with thoughts of Why was she in this hell and the mystery that was in immediate need to resolve. How does her life align with Purvi's? Why the hell did that Karan make an entry to her drama free life?

After what felt like an eternity, Laila forced herself to her feet. She stumbled to the bathroom, her hand burning with each movement. She ran cold water over the burn, biting her lip to keep from crying out. The relief was temporary but it was enough to give her a moment of clarity. Laila knew she had to take care of her hand properly to prevent infection. She searched the bathroom cabinets for a first-aid kit. She applied the ointment carefully, wincing as the cool cream touched her blistered skin. Her breath hitched but she continued, wrapping her hand as best she could.

She sank to the floor leaning against the bathroom wall. The physical pain was overwhelming, but the emotional pain was even worse. How had her life come to this and Why? This question haunted her endlessly. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Parth's footsteps approaching the bathroom. Her heart pounded as she quickly wiped her tears and tried to compose herself. The door swung open and Parth stood there, "What are you doing?" he asked with his eyes cold and calculating. "I was just taking care of my hand" Laila replied, "It hurts a lot"  her voice trembling. 

Parth's gaze darted to her bandaged hand and for a small moment something different flashed in his eyes but it was gone as quickly as it appeared replaced by his usual mask of indifference. "Good You need to learn from your mistakes" he said bluntly. "I understand" Laila muttered swallowing her fear but In reality she didn't understand, Why is he psychotic over the smallest of things but she did kind of know the answer, He just wanted to justify hurting her. Parth stared at her for a moment longer before turning and walking away.

 Laila let out a shaky breath and her body trembling with relief. She knew she had to be more careful but she also knew she couldn't give up. She had to find a way to escape, to reclaim her life. She'll find her answers and make him recount every single mistakes and pain he caused her. She was walking on thin ice but she had no other way than to reach the other side, Saving herself from Parth and make him regret each and everything he caused her, Account for every single tear that ever fell from her eyes, She won't stop until that.

"Yes Dad" said Parth attending the call, It was Rishi Manvik on the other side. "We'll be back in 3 weeks for Prihan's wedding and they'll be settling there" informed Rishi and Parth stood there in disbelief on the sudden announcement. "But Dad-" Parth was cut off, "In 3 weeks, The engagement will occur and shortly the wedding too" informed Rishi and Parth was comprehending the information. "Don't worry about Purvi, She'll be shifted back to the mansion and we'll be appointing full time assistance" informed Rishi and Parth stayed silent. "Purvi's condition is said to be getting better and check up on her too" said Rishi

"Yes Dad" replied Parth like an obedient child. "Unlike yours, Prihan's wedding is an agreement and a deal so we need to implement it before there's a chance of back off and i expect you to implement it effectively" said Rishi. "Yes Dad, I'll make sure of smooth functioning and no mistakes". "Good, Your Mom and I will be landing there in 3 weeks and by then move Purvi back to the mansion" instructed Rishi, "Yes Dad" replied Parth. "Any doubts?" asked Rishi, "Dad who is the other party in the deal, To whom is Prihan getting married to?" asked Parth.

"It's a deal with Shamsher Sazal, His Only Daughter Romaisa is getting married off to Prihan"

Authors note
I've lot of things going on atm so pray for my soul. I hope the plot is not going too slow or fast, please do tell me.