-Content Warning- Humiliation, derogatory comments, mentions of physical abuse.

But, HE DID NOT RAPE HER.
( i changed it a little.)
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The world changes in a blink of eyes. One minute it's spring, the next it's autumn. One moment a flower blooms, the next it dies. Mehek's heart had withered along with every inch of hope or dreams she had in her.

She was taken to their main house, forced into a room and locked. She had spent hours in waiting.

There were three stages of grief.

At first she was afraid. Waiting for her death, like a prisoner on the death row. Waiting for his cruelty, her punishment for being her brother's sister. She was scared, she was terrified.

Then she closed her eyes as the doors opened. She saw a couple of women enter, some men trying to peak in but the doors closed. She was still, she was numb. It was the second stage, the stage of numbness.

They forced her to change out of those wet clothes, wear a red silk suit. She was made to wear a blood red lipstick and she could only stare at her reflection. Unable to think, process. Her mind was absolutely numb.

The third stage was fight. She was fighting them as they pulled her across the corridor to a room where she could voices of multiple men. She was crying, screaming as she the worst thoughts ran through her head. She was being thrown into a room filled with men who were laughing, what could she think? And these clothes and the lipstick, her worst nightmare was coming alive.

What will they do with her? What was Shahir Shah doing? Surely, he won't do this. Would he? No one could be this cruel. Or could they? If she could only run away now, if she could only be given as much freedom to kill herself. She would have killed herself, if she could.

She begged them to stop but they wouldn't and when they pushed her into the room, Mehek felt her soul leaving her body.

All while a pair of black eyes stared, unaffected.

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  The air was filled with the stench of alcohol, the room red, deadly. Many men sat on the sofas, some servants stood near them, serving them ice. The loud chatter stopped as soon as she was pushed in.

They were silent for a few seconds. Then, their gazes took in every inch of her. Snickers followed, humiliating laughter. Her body started trembling as she took in the scene. Every fibre of her being was screaming but her tongue was still. Unmoving. Her lips were sealed. But her eyes were screaming, screeching as they looked into the ones that cause all of this, the black cruel ones.

" Idhr aao, sharmao mat!"

" Apni soorat tou dikao, kya chhupa rahi ho?"

" Boht tyaar ho kar ayi ho, kya baat hai aaj kis ka dil khush karogi?"

Every word they spoke, filled her with so much hatred that it felt that heart would burst. Right then. She wanted the God wrath's upon them, upon that man who stood up from his seat, as cold as ever as walked up to her. Fury filled her and she could see nothing when he stopped a step away. Her hand moved and she slapped him with full force.

She slapped him with all her might, right in front of all everyman who considered him something. The room fell silent before he looked back at her, straightened up and then grabbed from the back of her neck.

Curses rose from the men in the room, calling her a slut, a whore and everything they could call her. But her ears were deaf and she was not breathing as his hate fuelled eyes glared into hers.

" Tumhari himmat kesay hui?"

He bit the words before throwing her forward and she barely balanced herself before hitting ground. She was smack in the middle of the room.

" Shah Sahab! Aap kahain tou issey iski auqaat yaad dilayein?" His chest rose and fell before he calmed himself down to that cold, unaffected form he always was. Heartless. Ruthless. Cold.

He shook his head at the man who proposed this,
" Meri dushman hai yey."

he stepped towards the table to grab a hazel glass filled with ice and poison before gulping it down in one go. Throwing the glass on the ground, he stepped forward,  chest rising and falling as he dragged her by her arm, his grip strong enough to break bones. Dragging her across the room, he threw the doors open and forced her into the room.

That night sky was dark and the world was silent, forcing every being in the area around that cursed haveli to hear her screams, howls and pain as he tortured her, brutally beating her.

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