Warning: This story is a dark story. It contains violence, abuse, mental and physical torture, forced scenes. It's a trigger warning. Don't read it if you get triggered by these things.

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"What are....you....doing....."- i took back steps after seeing him holding that stick on his hand.

I was beyond terrified after seeing him like that.

"How many times i told you to not stand near the window....do you really enjoy the attention of the pedestrians?"- He hissed menacingly.

I started to tremble in fear.

"I'm sorry....please.....don't hurt me....."- i cried by folding my hands.

He pulled me by my elbow. I started to shake more. His cologne hit my nostrils which nowadays creating only fear inside me.

"Why are you crying Sanju? Did i hurt you??"- he was caressing my face with his rough hands.

My tears flow like waterfall in fear.

"I told you to not wear Saree...your waist was visible to all the relatives....it's not good right?"- he touched my waist and started to caress my skin.

I shivered on his arms.

"I'm sorry,,,"- i managed to utter.

"I told you to only come out when i will be with you but you came alone  and also started to serve the juice....your fingers were making contacts with their fingers....is it good Sanju?"- he asked by holding my fingers.

I sobbed hard when he started to kiss my fingers one by one.

"I'm sorry....."- i muttered in extreme fear.

"Sorry is not enough babu,,,now stop crying......my brother is getting married,,we should attain the wedding right?....wash your face and wear something appropriate okay...i don't want to people see even an inch of your skin..."- he kissed my forehead softly.

I can feel his sinister smile.

I walked slowly inside the walk in closet but my heart stopped beating after hearing his final words.

"This conversation is not finished...i will continue this at night"

His deep dominating words showed me that I'm going to face another night of my destruction.