The Bride

 That night was one of the darkest night of my life. I was dressed as a bride and had loads of gold ornaments piled upon my svelte frame. The ornamental lehanga wrapped around my slender waist, a little below my belly button. The skimpy choli cuddled tightly against my shapely chest. A heavyly embroided shiffon dupatta was draped around the feminine curves of my youthful body. My hair was all covered by flowers of jasmine. I stole a look at myself in the mirror. I looked ravishing. But my eyes were empty and sad. It was only darkness I could see. And the reason was I did not wanted to get married to the man whom my family wanted me to marry. I was just 20 year old and Rohan was 35. Apart from the vast age gap, Rohan was the most wicked man I have ever seen. 

 I still remember the day when I went out on a date with him soon after our engagement. That night, in the pub he laced my soft drink with some inebriating stuff. Within minutes after having the drink my feet began to stagger and I felt dizzy. He carried me to the back seat of his car and tried to force him upon me. I somehow managed to escape that day . And when I told my family about the incident they simply laughed it off because Rohan was wealthy. His father was a business tycoon just like my father. But I hated him. On the night of my marriage I decided to end my life. I was alone in the room as all others were downstairs. I pulled the dupatta off my waist and tied it to the ceiling fan. I wanted to hang myself but the fear of death made me shiver. A few minutes passed by as I fought with dilemma. 

  Suddenly someone pushed open the back door of my room that led to backyard. There was a dirty drain near our backyard so it was left desolated. A man with an athletic frame rushed in. He was wearing a mask and had a gun in his hand. I froze as I saw him. I was so terrified that I forgot that I was standing in front of him without a dupatta. My chest heaved heavily as my breaths raced.

"Hand me your ornaments, babe," he demanded, "or I'll shoot you."

"No!" I said firmly, not because of I didn't wanted to lose my ornaments but because I wanted him to shoot me so that I can be escape from the life I don't wanted to live.

"Do what I say," he said as he came a few steps closer to me. 

I wanted him to shoot me as quickly as possible. And to prompt him to do so I thought of a plan. I pretended to make an escape. I ran towards the door to the backyard as I was sure he will definitely shoot me. As expected, he came running behind me and grabbed my wrist. But his next move took me by surprise. He pressed me to his chest and wound an arm tightly around my waist. In a split second, a damp towel was pressed tightly to my face. A strangely sweet ordour emanating from it rushed into my senses. Abruptly it dawned upon me that it was some stupifying drugs to knock me out. I was not prepared for that as I was not sure what his intension was. 

 I struggled with all my might by hitting and kicking him as hard as I could. A few buttons on the back of choli broke during our struggle and fell down on the floor. I soon realized my petty struggle was in vain as his grip remained firm. As minutes passed by my vision became hazy. Things around me started fading out and I panicked. I did all a freaked out, petite girl could do. I scratched his arms with my nails and uttered a few muffled moans for help. All it did was to make me inhale the drug even faster. To render me even more miserable, he picked me up from the floor in his robust arms. As I lost my foothold I became petrified and anxiously dangled my feet. But it was too late by then. The drug has already done it's job and stupefied my senses. I felt a cold wave rush up in my body and envelope all around. The dangling of feet stop and I fell helplessly in his arms. A couple of seconds later, he slowly removed the towel from my face as he ascertained that I had fainted. But I was still semiconscious. Without wasting a second, he quickly slid me on his shoulder and slipped through the backyard door. He had parked his matador there. He put me down on the floor closed the door. He climbed on the driver's seat and started the vehicle. As the matador rushed through the desolate roads I heard him talk to someone over the phone.

"I know what I'm doing is wrong but I desperately need money for my brother's operation."

I felt a deep pang of compassion for him but the next moment the darkness overpowered me and I slipped into oblivion.

 I was not aware how many hours the drugs had kept me asleep but when I woke up I found myself in a shabby, dimly lighted room. I opened my eyes with some effort and found myself lying eagle spread on a cot. My choli had slid down a bit down my shoulders revealing the cleavage through the deep V cut neck . My slender belly was lying exposed to the waist without the dupatta. As I tried to get up, my head hurt badly and I felt like throwing up. Suddenly, I heard some steps outside the room and fell back on the bed. 

 The man who had kidnapped me stepped into the room. I lay motionless as I wanted him to believe that I was still unconscious. I stealthily opened my eyes and looked at him. He was still wearing a mask. I don't know what mystic power it was that made me fell in love with him in the very first sight. I tried to imagine how charming the face behind the mask might be. He was still talking over the phone.

"Her family is filthy rich and that's why I have kidnapped the girl," he said . "All our problems will soon be solved. But it is not safe to keep here for long. I have to shift her to somewhere else."

He hung up and rushed towards me. I quickly closed my eyes and enacted to be under deep sedation.

"Open your eyes, baby," he said sprinkling some water over my faces and patting my cheeks with his wet hand.

"Hmm..." I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him. 

Though I loved to look at his him but I pretended to be terrified on seeing my kidnapper. I burst out screaming and he pressed his hand on mouth and pushed me down. To be honest, I relished his touch on my lips. But I acted to be jittered and tried to push him away with both my hands and get up from the bed. To overpower me he jumped on me and pressed my hands on side on the bed. I kept on struggling to break free like a mad woman and he tried to grab me. In our struggle, my choli tore off my left shoulder exposing a lot of the rounded eminences of youth on my chest. of An enticing sensation swept through me as I noticed him staring at half naked chest. But he soon got over it. He pressed my cheeks and made me open my jaws. He stuffed his gun into my mouth and threatened to shoot me.

  He then ordered me to get up from the bed and I silently obeyed. I was still dizzy because of the drugs. I walked a few steps and my head started whirling. I staggered and was about to fell down. But he quickly jumped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. I heard a gasp escape from his parted lips as my dainty breasts pressed hard against his hard chest muscles. I took advantage of the opportunity and rested my head against his chest hoping for him to press me even closer to him. Instead he held my hand and helped me to my feet. We walked out of the shabby hut into the dark night outside. Wind was blowing fiercely and as we took a few steps rain began to pour. A deep crave for him rocked me from within and I thought of yet another plan to being him closer to me. 

  As it started raining dogs and cats, he grabbed me by hand and hurried towards his matador parked outside. Abruptly, I broke free and ran into the woods. He came running behind me and in matter of seconds grabbed me. I started shouting at the top of my voice. Though I thought he would press the towel laced with chloroform and put me back to sleep but he surprised me again by pressing his lips on mine. He sucked my dainty lips in a wild voracious kiss. My ecstacy knew no bounds and I let him relish my lips like a meek and helpless damsel. After what it seemed to an eternity, he let go of my lips and looked into my eyes. I didn't wanted him to see the joy in my eyes and pretended to faint out of terror only to cuddled in his arms again.

 As it was raining heavily and he had assumed me to have fainted, he picked me up in his arms and carried me back to the hut. He lay me down on the floor near the fireplace and lit it up. I half opened my eyes and saw him watching me lying unconscious on the ground. My skimpy wet choli was clinging halfway over my almost bare breasts. I saw the fire of passion getting ignited in his eyes and was overjoyed. But to tease him further I acted as if I was about to wake up.

"Hmm...." I moaned again and open my eyes. 

"No," he said pressing the damp towel on my face, "go back to sleep baby till you wake up in my arms."

"Le...mme...gooo...," I uttered some incoherent words like a hapless victim and acted as if drugs have made me unconscious before I got actually knocked off.

As he saw me faint, he turned me on my belly and tore away the buttons of my choli on my back. He quickly unstrapped my bra and turned me on my back. He said the choli and the bra down my shoulders and tore them away from my chest. I half opened my eyes and saw the glitter in his eyes as he saw my naked chest. He groped my luscious breast and sucked my on nipples voraciously. I could not help but gasp. He dig his teeth into the flesh of baby breasts and I moaned out of pleasure. He kissed my lips again and showered kisses on my neck down to my slender belly. He licked my belly button and hurried pulled my lehanga away revealing my long, shapely legs. He parted my legs widely and held my feet in his hands. He kissed them and sucked on the great toes. He then showered kisses from feet to thighs. He then tore of my lace panties and licked my private folds. The friction of his tongue on my sensitive folds drove me mad and I could not help screaming. At this he covered my mouth with lingering kisses as he hand caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples. After he had calmed me down, he flexed my knees and thrust himself into me. I screamed again as he took stroke and the ecstacy of the orgasm made me faint. I finally opened my eyes as he cuddled me in his arms breathing heavily after the act of passion.

"Who are you?" I asked as my eyes slid down his mask. 

"Rohan," 

The name made me shudder and I looked at him. He removed the mask and I let out a scream as his identity dawned upon me. 

"No ....Let me go, Rohan," I begged covering my bare chest with my mehanga. "I would never marry you." 

A wicked twinkle flashed in his atrocious eyes. Within a split second, he grabbed me by my hair pushed me down on the floor and pressed the drug soaked rag on my face. 

"I knew you would rather die than marry me and that's why I had planned all this." He said as I struggled with him.

 He bent down over me and whispered into my eyes. "But you know what Diya? You are destined to be my bride. Now stop your stupid stunts and go back to sleep. You wish or not you are mine."

His words made me even more helpless than the drugs. The cold wave again crept over my body and my hands and legs turned numb. I saw Rohan's fade into the darkness as drugs knocked me out.