CHAPTER 5

2 years later

Mohena 

I am a Business Analytics student at Indian School of Business. I formed an online business advisory firm a couple of

years ago with Neil who is a good friend of mine . I met him through my high – school roommate and best - friend

Samaira , they both were neighbours in their hometown in Manali . 

Neil studied at the Engineering School which lies just opposite to our campus , where I and Samaira study . 

Neil is two years older to us . 15 & 17 years old they started

dating and are going strong , even after three years .

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It has been two years since the day those three devils tainted my body , my mind and ME 

Next day my so-called father told me about the backdrop of the arrangement . He said the moment I was born ; my destiny was painted to be theirs , that if anybody is at fault in this situation it is me . Not the three men who raped a 16 year old and also not my guardian , my father , who let that happen in his roof , but : ME  . 

If I wasn’t born , no such situation would have been created .

He wasn’t a little bit concerned that his daughter was raped inside of his own roof by three men , when she is an underage , he just shrugged it as an ‘ needful formality’ .

I tried running away but he somehow got ahold of me and brought me back .

I was locked inside a shabby room , i had never seen in or been to in the mansion , for 7 days the first three days he didn’t give me any food just water , the next three days I got two bare meals 

The 7th day I was in that room looking out of the window into nowhere. Some time around the day , my father came .

“Why are you doing this ?” I repeatedly asked as he just stared at me still standing at the doorway . Next he told me that I have to start my training . 

“Of what ?” I asked 

‘To become the perfect wife for your husbands in all matters ,  especially in giving them pleasure’ he said and walked out . Just then the door opened and a woman walked in. She asked me a few questions and I didn’t reply to any 

FLASHBACK

‘I asked something , and you are supposed to listen to me and answer’ she gritted and dragging my hair

brought me to the centre of the room as I screamed at the pain ‘You are a little loud mouth thing , it will be good mending you’ she gave out a sinister laugh . 

She picked up a stick that was lying in the corner of the room and came up to me 

’What do you mean?’ I asked but she didn't reply and moments later a loud whack and an ear piercing scream rang in the room – both which belonged to me

She without a stop kept whacking the stick on me 10 minutes later she dropped the stick and came down to my level and a tight slap landed on my cheek 

‘Don’t ever talk back or question me and even worse never ignore me’ she said and ripped down my clothes that I hadn’t changed in days . 

I tried to cover my body and private parts with my hand with

whatever strength I was left with , she then opened the bag she brought with her and took something from it . She took it around her hand and realised it was a belt and for the next 20 minutes she kept whipping me with the belt to the point I blanked out . 

When I woke up she was sitting in front of me having a cup of tea , she looked down at me and asked me to follow her to the bathroom and that day I got my first training lesson – of how to maintain my cleanliness and how I am supposed to bath for the rest days of my life so my body odour always remains good another part of the lesson was she taught me how to do enema

– that is to keep my backhole clean , so that no traces of faeces remain there .

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Since then , these past two years my life has been inculcated into it.

I go to college 4 days every week and for 2 days I completely train – in cooking , cleaning and learning various domestic  tasks. The third day the woman appointed teaches me all the aspects of how to be a dutiful wife and help my husbands feel sexual pleasure .

From SEX POSITIONS – to – BLOW JOBS everything and the most important one : turning me into a masochist .

Since that day in the store-room she has never beaten me or even raised a hand at me but psychologically and mentally has tortured me enogh .

The only person who actually cares for me is Amina Bibi , she

has been the one who raised me as her own child since childhood .

She even told me that she can help me escape , but I refused though the idea of freeing myself from this seemed wonderful , but if my father caught us again , he’d surely kill Amina Bibi and her family and on the second thoughts how long will I be able to hide at one point , my father will find us because he surely won't stay still until he does .

Neil and Samaira know of my marriage arrangement as they beforehand had always known that I come from a mafia don background . But they don’t know that I have three husbands , a polyandry marriage and not a monogamy relation , they don’t know that day when I was called home urgently was for my husbands to take my virginity , but that I made up a lie to sign some papers so that the marriage will was successfully closed , and they believed .

Today , here I am waiting for Neil to arrive at the cafeteria of his

campus , so I can hand him Samaira’s birthday gift as my

father would never allow me to give it to her in –

person . Samaira and Neil are both now married , though they are both very young but it's their choice . 

After 10 minutes of waiting , I saw him coming towards me and I handed him the gift , while he joked that he forgot her birthday and now on his way back home , will buy a gift for her .

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ARTHIT

I shook hands with the college dean and exited , my guards making way for me through the swarm of students and collegites . I just completed a student interaction at a business school .

It should be a year more and then we will have our wife home with us , that night when I felt her to the depths , we all knew she was made to be hours . A certain part of me feels

bad for spoiling her when she was underage , but the major black part , common to us all brother , overpowers with the lust and desire to have her again , increasing as the years go

by .

I go through the back exit to reach my car , I have to meet Rajawat and discuss a few more terms with him . Going towards my car , I stop in tracks as I see something or a certain

someone in the open cafeteria a few distance away from the parking lot . 

There she was standing wearing a long dress with jeans , fully covering her body which I was happy to see , but my blood boiled the next moment when I saw a guy , who was not one of us , wearing a surgical mask . She gave something to him , and he removed his mask for a bit , putting it under his chin and said something to her on which she laughed out , which made

my blood, even hot . Then again he tucked up his mask and walked out and she turned around and called for the cafeteria boy and gave him money .

She thanked him and started to walk towards the exit and then my feet sprang up. I ran behind her and took a hold of her hand and dragged her to my car , while she kept fighting and hitting me . Her small hands and soft voice didn’t make any difference to my built and hardcore body .

AUTHOR’S POV

He threw her inside his car all together harshly , she couldn’t understand what was happening , was she being kidnapped , she tried to make sense in the situation , just then the door of the other side of the passenger seat opened and in sat – Arthit one part of the nightmare that had been scaring her , she remembered he was the last one who took and was as harsh

as his brothers were . 

Her jaw hangs open and he looks straight towards her, his stare burning her body . He tightly held her arm the same with which he dragged towards the car and shook her body .

“No he is my friend’s fiance , I was giving him her birthday gift’ , she tried to reason

“Oh really , what is his name.” he asked , no she cannot tell his name he will hurt him or worse kill him 

“What the fuck is his name?”

“Rakesh” she replied

“Why were you with him ?”

“Why will I not , I will be with anybody who are you to dictate.” Mohena threw back , only for a devilish smirk to develop on his face and no more exchange of words between them .

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MATURE CONTENT 

The car stops in front of the mansion that belonged to the Kashyaps . Before Mohena could take notice of the house she was brought in , Arthit forcefully drags her inside the mansion .

“P-please , what ar-r-re you doin-ng .” she stuttered and tried to free herself from his hold .

Arthit enters the bedroom and throws her on the bed, making her fall on her back .

She stands back on her feet , to try and take herself away from Arthit , only for his heavy hand to slap her cheek . The sound resonated in the room .

She touches her jaw , and senses blood oozing from her lips . Arthit tightly grabs her shoulder with his right hand and pushes her back on the bed . 

With each passing second , Mohena is trembling , with thoughts of what he will do to her .

He nears the edge of the bed , and in a fleet second rips her dress apart and her jeans to follow next . 

Now she is only in her underwear , when he takes his shirt off .

All the previous memories flood back to Mohena . He takes the belt out of the hooks of the pants he is still wearing .  

“You will now face the consequences of questioning me” , he said , his tone none too different from the last time they were in very similar conditions . 

Not a minute wasted and hits her with the belt .

“Ahh , please don't ”

He doesn't stop , he hits her again and again , each hit more harsher than the previous , each hit dismissing her pleas of mercy .

He continues to hit her everywhere . 

When he stops , of what is after 50 hits , her body is numb . Half of Mohena’s figure is bleeding from cuts . 

He tightly grabs her jaw , and bends over her figure , his face near hers ; “Are you going to do anything like this again , slut?”

“No-no-n-n-oo , I am sorry . Please” , she pleads . 

What Arthit does is ; he laughs , the devils laugh .

“But i dont think this is enough” , he says in his devilish voice .

With this said , he starts hitting her again. His leather belt whipping across Mohena’s figure . He finally stops , only for him to take off Mohenas underwear , guiding her to the middle of the bed and climbing on top off her .

Mohena is in no condition to defy , his movements bring back the scenes of the previous time to her mind and she surrenders to him . 

Arthit kisses her , on the lips , a deep and rough kiss . His erection poking her stomach . He takes off his pants and without a warning thrusts into her 

“Ahh! Please , please” , she sobs as his thrusts never slow down . 

He bites her neck , locks her hands above her head , her legs around his torso and pounds like an animal .

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