Chapter 10: Locked

“No, I know nothing. Let me go, I had no idea about this…” I sobbed, his grip tightening, leaning down to my level so he could increase my fretful reaction. He deliberately induced fright in my soul so I could obey him.

I shut my eyes, gasping for air when he moved to my ears and whispered temptingly, “I don’t trust you at all.”

“Please… let me go. I- I won’t tell anyone anything. You know that I am going to leave for America with Papa. I won’t be here anymore.”

I began to cry out loud, begging his monster for mercy. Praying to at least save my life from his claw but he had other plans for me.

“Ah, Darling, about that.” Smirking, he brushed his lips against my earlobe, biting it which only discomforted and enhanced my misery.

“You are not going anywhere.” He murmured, pulling away slowly to lock my face before his deadpan one.

“W-What?”

“Hashir.” He called seriously.

“Yes?”

“Lock her in her beloved fiancé’s room until her Father leaves. Let her contemplate the room she was supposed to be in as a bride and now as a prisoner.” He ordered, releasing me from his rough grip but also imprisoning me in his domain with no escape.

Leaving me trapped and powerless, his expensive shoes retreated but having no choice, I held his coat.

“No! Please, I beg you, let me go! I won’t open my mouth, I won’t do anything. I will forget everything but don’t lock me here. Please…” I begged desperately.

Pouring all my strength into pleading with him, praying he would spare one hint of mercy and not punish me like this but I forgot creatures like him were not blessed with kindness.

“Don’t worry. It’s just a few weeks. You will love it here. Enjoy yourself.” Smirking, he ripped me away from him.

Failing to maintain my posture as he walked away. I was sobbing from the bottom of my lungs, calling him fruitlessly.

“No.. No.. Please, don’t do this to me. Sir, Please!!”

But, he didn’t listen and left me in this dark room with half of his men to suffer, capturing me in the domain.

What have I done? How could I possibly admire a beast like him?

What a perfect image he had created in the media that no one could tell such a ruthless person resides behind the mask of a saint.

“Sir, Please!!”

Being left here all alone with no escape left for me anymore, I fell on my knees on the ground, slamming my hand down as I screamed.

“I am begging you!! Let me go! I won’t let anyone! I am innocent, I don’t know anything about Asim’s planning!”

Sobbing, liberating the deafening sound of powerlessness, I was calling him breathlessly, desperately from the ground. Crying loud as possible that my at least one call would help.

“Let me go!! I won’t tell anyone!... Please…”

Lowering my head with no reply came, I could feel my strength draining. A pain of being defeated, of being captured where I had no idea what these five men he left me with would do to me.

“I.. won’t tell anyone… I won’t… Let me go… have some mercy…” I whimpered, curling my hands in a fist.

I couldn’t believe that on the frontage of a saint, a devil would reside.

I had never been this weak in my entire life.

“Your calls are useless, woman, he is gone. No one is here to listen to you.”

Looking up from the ground, I saw a middle aged man in a suit, frowning at me. Holding the same cruelty that my life meant nothing.

“Please, help me, please, for the sake of humanity, let me go..” I begged, crawling back in fear.

I had no idea what they would do to me. Was I going to be killed? Tortured? Raped? I had no idea what they were capable of doing.

“We know women like you are like this. You are Tara, right? Everyone knows about you. You accused two boys of harassment for fame.” He scoffed, considering me inferior.

“I didn't…”

I shook my head in denial for being blamed for what I never did.

“Enough. Your words are meaningless. You deserve it. Now stay here quietly!”

Roaring, he slammed the door shut and I was trapped inside Asim’s room with no escape.

“Please… I am innocent. I don't know anything.” I wailed, curling like a ball on the dusty ground, hugging my knees to my body along with endless tears rolling down my cheek.

Weakly staring at the picture hanging on the wall, I called him hopelessly, “Asim…”

The point my life had reached was unbearable. I could feel the dreams, the future I imagined to lead, all of it was smeared before my very eyes and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything? Look what they did to you, they created a mockery out of your death…”

Letting out a whisper, I closed my eyes to feel this darkness surrounding me, having no idea how I was supposed to survive in his deadly, pitch-silent room.

“And look what is happening to me because of your actions…”

Losing the strength in my body, I surrendered myself to the cruel destiny for the time being but as the time passed, I grew wild in this room.

It had been a few days and those walls were becoming unbearable for me.

‘Stay away from him. He is not what he seems.’

Asim’s words, his voice, his smiles, I could feel these walls starting at me.

‘This should be your first and last meeting with him.’

“I am so sorry, I should have listened to you, Asim.”

I shouldn’t have idolized him too much, I shouldn’t have desired to meet him in the first place. I am sorry, please, end this suffering.

‘This is all your fault.’

“No, no, it’s not.” Whispering, I shook my head, holding my dusty dress to my chest. Wailing nonstop at the voices in my head.

‘Are you still praising ‘Sir’ Zaviyaar?’

“I won’t sit here quietly. I won’t. I won’t.”

Gasping for air, I couldn’t stay in this horrendous room anymore and began to bang on the door furiously, hoping anyone would hear my call.

“Let me out!! Let me out!!”