Talab - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

A dark night—an innocent soul was crying her heart out, drowning in the pain and humiliation she had endured. She couldn't even tell anyone.
She had been so happy. Her father was going to achieve his dream project, a reward for his years of hard work. Her parents were attending a celebration party, leaving her home alone. But the excitement of the night soon turned into pain and grief.
To know what happened to her, let's go to the flashback.
Today, I am really happy—my papa is finally getting his dream project, the one he worked day and night for. I know after tonight, nothing is going to be the same. I'm excited.
"Beta, Fanaa," my mom called me. I ran downstairs and saw my parents looking perfect together. I smiled and hugged them tightly.
"You both look perfect, Mom and Dad," I said. They smiled back at me warmly.
"Beta, we'll be late, so lock the door and your bedroom door. Take care of yourself, okay, my sweetheart?" my mom instructed. I nodded my head and locked the door as they left.
Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. At first, I got scared, but when I asked who it was, relief washed over me—it was my dad's best friend's son, the one I always called "bhaiya."
I opened the door, let him in, and locked it again. "Bhaiya, Mom and Dad aren't home—wait, let me call them," I said as I reached for my phone.
He looked at me strangely and said, "Come here, Fanaa."
I hesitated at first but then walked toward him. Suddenly, he pulled me onto his lap, and a chill ran down my spine.
"Fucking hot," he whispered, his voice heavy and dark.
I tried to stand up and push him away, but he was much stronger than me. "Bhaiya, leave me—what are you doing?" I said, panic rising in my chest.
"Shh, baby girl. Don't call me bhaiya—call me Daddy or Master," he growled, biting my earlobe.
I cried out in pain, struggling to break free. I pushed him as hard as I could and ran toward my room. Just as I was about to lock the door, he slammed it open with full force. I fell to the floor with a painful thud, a sharp cry escaping my lips.
"Bhaiya, please... don't do this. I'm like your sister—please go away," I begged through my tears.
His face twisted with cruelty as he slapped me across the cheek, the sting burning through my skin. "Like a sister? Not tonight, baby girl. Tonight, you're warming Daddy's bed," he spat.
He forcefully kissed me—it wasn't a kiss, it was an assault. He bit and chewed my lips until I tasted blood. I tried to fight him off, but he was a monster.
He ripped my top and bra apart, smirking. "Nice size. Did you take medicine to grow them?" he taunted before biting me harshly. I screamed in pain, but he didn't stop. He squeezed and kneaded my skin until bruises formed—blue and purple marks of his violence.
When he tore off my pants and underwear, I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. He groaned in pain, but it only made him angrier. Grabbing my hair in his fist, he pulled me close. "Wait, you fucking whore—let me leave permanent marks on your pretty little body," he hissed.
He unbuckled his belt and began whipping me. Each strike burned through my skin as I curled up, crying for mercy. His kicks landed on my stomach and back, leaving me shaking and numb with pain.
And then... he did the unthinkable.
He violated me.
I screamed—a sound of agony no words could ever describe—as he tore away my innocence. The pain was unbearable, like a hot rod burning through my soul.
"Enjoy it, my little whore," he said, continuing to ruin me while I bled. My body trembled under his violence, but he didn't stop. He didn't care.
That night, he took away everything—my innocence, my purity—and left me broken beyond repair.
Flashback ends.
I stood by the window, staring at the moon. It looked beautiful, yet so dull compared to the painful tears staining my face.
It's been two years since that night, but the emotional wounds still haven't healed.
And now, my mother is getting me married—to her best friend's son, Samarth. Except for his name, I know nothing about him. But the monster who ruined me still haunts me. Every time he visits, my heart screams for my parents to see the truth. But I can't tell them.
If they knew, society would blame them. People wouldn't let them live in peace.
I used to be a girl who hugged her father and kissed his cheek freely. But now? I'm terrified of any male touch. I avoid contact with everyone.
When he found out about my marriage, he came back with a warning: "If you open your mouth, I'll destroy you."
And now, with my wedding day approaching, the insecurities are eating me alive.
Will Samarth accept me when he learns the truth?
Will he see me as dirty—damaged?
Or will he throw me away like I'm nothing?
Next week is my marriage... and I am still a prisoner of that night.