Chapter 3// Almost Nude

Inayat's Pov

The loud sound of kiss resonated in silent room.

The man was kissing me so deeply and I was on his lap moving my big hips on his middle part. He was bearded, I roamed my hands on his face and kissed him deeply.

Soon the kiss broke. And I saw his face. He was the same man. I smiled and traced his face but Soon he raised his hand high to slap my face.

I shuddered and my eyes opened with sweat on my face.

It was a dream.

My heavy breathes calmed down soon. I saw the beautiful architect ceilings with dim white lamps around the room. I realised this was not my poor house.

My eyes collided with grey stonic ones on my right as soon I turned my neck.

Its the big man.

He was gazing at me more like in my eyes, trying to find out my thoughts.

I remembered why was I there. My baba told me to cook for my brother from his 4th wife.

My mother was working in school as cleaning lady. So I had to cook.He gave so many vegetables and wheat flour for his son only not for us.

I and my mother were barely meeting ends of life. We used to eat one chapati at most and he helped us only when we begged him to.

He married for 4th time to a woman in city and finally had a boy. All other have girls not a boy.The main problem here was he is a muslim and our village hate them because of past incident.

I had my father's last name in all documents so it was better to move away from heart of village and settle in ditched part of it.

Few years back, a muslim boy ran away with this village girl to marry her but later girl was found unmarried in city with Some other man, as the boy didn't kept his promise.

Since then this hate and rivalry was going on.

"Khaogi kya hume." a thick accent manly voice broke my chain of thoughts.

I realised I was staring at him for too long. I ducked my head down to clutched the soft blanket and nodded no.

He got up from his chair and moved towards bed. His bed where, Iwas laying comfortably.

Taking a seat he pressed his soft lips tightly in a long kiss on my forehead.

That feels so good. My mind purred.

"You fainted because of malnourishment." He detailed.

I nodded silently.

Someone knocked on door taking

my attention. He got up and talked with whoever it was.

Only then I noticed he was barechested.

The chest was covered in ink. The left one arm have section tattooed. His muscles and veins were so much prominent, they flexed with his every move.

I pressed my thighs together and felt the wetness. I knew what this was. I accidently saw my mother doing 'sex' with a man in our house.

Later on, she explained himn what it was and how I should save myself from doing it.

Soon the aromas of delicious food aired in gigantic room.

"Eat." He ordered placing the food in front of me.

I was doubtful to eat it. But he motioned me to eat with stern eyes and to save my life I jumped on food like a hungry deer.

He was noticing everything but I was too gone to care. I ate like no tomorrow. Getting food after so long felt good.

He washed my hands in a bowl and kept everything aside.

He sat in front of me on bed now.

I couldn't help but compare how rigid hai body was and powerful his aura felt. He was someone authoritative, I concluded in my mind.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked softly.

I couldn't help but blushed at his deep thick voice.

Shaking a no, I replied.

But soon I paid for my silent answer.

He grabbed my neck and choked me a little with his inked right hand.

Bringing his face closer to mine he demanded,

"I am trying to be a little nice to you. So you better serve me with your honey voice to me in return otherwise bhot chodenge tumhe hum. Hmm?"

I gasped at his words. He is shameless.

I hastily replied a 'yes' and his hand left my throat, travelling to down, he eyed my bosoms as the blanket slipped off due to his ministrations.

The blouse was sewed by me but too short to hold them, the bosoms were jumping out of it.

He ran his fingers slowly from right side to left and continued that. I didn't stop because it felt SO good.

"Hum yaha ke MLA hai or sarpanch bhi." He said making me freeze.

He bored his eyes in mine and smirked. He is the Agni Rajput.

THE Agni Rajput.

The richest, powerful, political influential man who show no remorse and mercy, who captured 70 villages and murdered in 1000's.

I was going to faint. How can I fall in his arms? How? I was supposed to be away from the village especially the village head!!

But here I am in his arms. On his bed.

The shrill voice broke my depressed chain of thoughts. He broke our stare and answered the phone.

"Hmm....I will be there." He looked mad but still answered.

Cupping my small face in his big palm, which were big and heavy enough to dig my grave after knowing my religion, he spoke,

"I will be back soon. Stay in room. Someone will bring you clothes. If You need anything order her that too."

He told, almost lovingly and kissed my forehead again. He walked off to a room and came back with a kurta on his top.

He gave me last look and walked away.

I sat their frozen. He was going to do something to me and my mother if he got to know.

Does he already know?

Will he murder me here or in streets?

Is my mother even alive or not? I didn't even call her and its the next morning day!

So many thoughts raced in mymind. But I had no one to answer.

I laid in bed dejectedly, maybe to die when he arrive?

I should be running but I know there must be guards.

A number of hours went by in thoughts and plan. But soon enough a knock was heard.

I opened the door and saw a tall lady in pretty and expensive saree around her lean body.

She raked her eyes over me in judgement.

I welcomed her in room.

The food was placed by the workers tailing behind her.

All of them were looking at me like I was an alien but to show myself as submissive and not harmful to them, I kept a polite Smile on my face.

The workers left. Lady and I were the only one left.

She gave me a bag. It must me a dress, I thought.

"Kitna leti ho?" She asked in hard yet feminine voice.

I didn't understand.

"Ji?" I questioned furrowing my eyebrows.

"Kaan mei bimari hai kya? Kitna leti ho ek raat ka?" She asked rudely.

I didn't like her rude tone and pursed my lips not understanding her question.

Does she thinks I am a thief to take things for a night? I thought.

"I -I don't take anything Maalkin." I replied her.

Don't know why but she just Smirked and held my arm in which the bag was held.

"Ye kapde bhot mehnge hai, toh chup chap bade maalik ke aate hi utaar dena warna woh fad denge inhe. Aur phir iske paise mai tumse lungi haramzadi. "

She digged her pointed nails in my flesh and glared.

In span of seconds, she held a glass of water from table and forcefully made me gulp some medicine.

I coughed in a row from her harsh behaviour.

With a last glare she left the room while I was coughing my life out.

After some minutes, I realised what she meant. She thought I was here for sleeping with him.

I saw the dress amd it was not a dress.

A sheer and utterly see through piece of cloth was there. It had slits on both sides. A tiny cloth was given with it to hide my female vagina part.

So this is how he was going to murder me. He will rape and then throw me on streets of village as an example. I thought over and over and cried.

I didn't have the power to defy his orders. He might kill me more brutally.

I will get dressed and beg him to leave me this time, with a promise to never return back to this village.

I made up my mind and walked in attached bathroom.

The food was long forgotten. I didn't have the energy to eat it. I waited and waited for him on his bed.

I prayed mentally for mercy.

Soon enough heavy footsteps were heard with a sweet alluring Scent.

Its him. He is here.

The door opened and he paused at entrance, taking his time to rake his eyes on my almost nude figure in front of him.

As soon as he closed the door, I ran to him and fall on my knees and begged for my life while sobbing.