Chapter 15


    JENNIFER''S POV


    I had been trembling while descending the stairs, down the DJ''Sir. It felt as if anytime my legs shall


    give way and I will fall down crashing, against the ss tiled floor. I was running away as if I had seen


    some ten headed snake.


    I didn''t dare to turn back and see for once if he was following me or not. His spicy cologne was the only


    fragrance my nose could register, his ck locks were the only thing my fingers wanted to fist, his


    chocte eyes were the only pair of eyes I wanted to be on me... always. While my eyes were still


    searching him to get his onest glimpse, my mind was warning me to keep running till I got out of the


    ce. While my body was fiercely getting pulled towards him, my brain was not allowing me to retrace


    my tracks and go back to him to continue the broken kiss! I was feeling shell-shocked on getting hit by


    a hurricane of undefined, allien emotions.


    I rushed out of the gates of the den and sprinted to Sweety. Once, I got there I almost hit myself against


    the it. I had been panting badly. Beads of sweat broke on my forehead my skin had turned pale. I


    clutched my head with my hands but the giddiness refused to subside. I was panicking now. I had been


    tagged as ''the master controller'' throughout my life. I had always been proud of myself over the fact


    that I was cable of controlling others... them, their actions, their decisions. But today, I was the one to


    lose my control, give up on my restrain and throw myself on some stranger.


    My mental anguish was multiplying by each passing minute. I sat near the tyre and leaned on Sweety.


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    I did wrong! How could I? I should not have questioned him... No! Not at all! Instead, I should have


    straightaway pped him! I mentally retorted, rubbing my hands on my face due to shame. I had done


    something forbidden....


    I trusted the men n, despite of my previous experiences which only had grief, betrayal and disgust.


    Somehow, I stood and opened the door to get in. Then, I started to scramble for my walkie-talkie. I had


    to notify Vijay that I was leaving for hell( my ''house'')


    But as I searched for that device on my dashboard, I froze on remembering something.


    No...! I... l left it and my gun back there... in that room... in the DEN! That made my trembling worse. I


    waspletely defenseless now, and on the top of it the kiss was raising the hair follicles on my skin


    but at the same time it was also shaking me up with uncertainty.


    I shook my head to get rid of the buzz in my head... not because of any alcohol but him. Then, I turned


    on the engine, I drove off to Sameera''s apartment. She was still asleep, lost in her world of dreams.


    I soon reached her house. It was a small bunglow with a mini garden beside it. She and another friend


    of hers shared it. Its that Sameera doesn''t like to live alone. Her parents lived in Hyderabad while she


    made her way here, to Mumbai... the city of dreams to make her dreamse true. She had asked me


    to move in with her, but at that time, I couldn''t as I was not financially stable, well... I didn''t what to live


    for free, and be a liability for yet another person. I have some self-dignity afterall!


    And now... I prefer to stay in my current house for a while, for clues of things I don''t know about my


    own self.


    I honked for a couple of times.... to awaken the security guard at the gate. He was slumped back on the


    wooden chair provided to him, near the gate. Even the kind-of-tenant girl came down to see what was


    happening. But this sleepy head kept his snoring on. I scoffed.


    "Oh bhaisahab! Can you get up!? The mistress of that house you ''are gaurding'' wants to enter it if you


    allow!?" I snapped. I had enough of drama for a day... thank you!


    The guard stirred in his sleep and on hearing the constant honking, he quickly scrambled on the


    ground. Then muttering a quick apology, he opened the gates. The girl opened the door and came out


    to help me carry Sameera to the couch inside. Then quickly bidding her a good bye, I marched to my


    car and revered it. The watchman had been all the while, staring at me with lust, now and then,


    stealthily. Afterall, all this long, the overly revealing dress had been doing its job really well.


    I noticed the stares but chose to ignore. I didn''t have any energy left in me to even give him a warning.


    Next, I drove off to my apartment in order to practice my fundamental right of dropping on the bed to


    sleep, which had be a luxury for me these days.


    One I got there, I parked Sweety safely in the allotted lot. Then climbed up the steps to the third floor. I


    reached the threshold of my house. I was perspiring. My palms had be sweaty due to


    consciousness. It was probably past 3 A.M.


    What will they do if they see me in these clothes!? How will Tristan behave? I wont be able to fight him


    now if he tries to molest me in any ways. Then how shall I save myself?


    These worries were gnawing my confidence away and I was shaking with fear now, thinking of what to


    do if there is any attack on my honor.


    Still, I raised my hand to press the bell. My legs were on the verge of copsing. Just as I was about to


    press the calling bell switch, the door flung open. I was startled by the sudden moment, but met with a


    pitch ck environment inside.


    And there he approached slowly and stood there with a murderous gaze, fisted hands and clenched


    teeth.


    Father!?


    My eyes went wide. I was beginning to quiver badly. My throat went dry. I licked my lower lip out of


    nervousness and it felt chapped. I stood there, at the door with my head held down, for several


    seconds, minutes... but other than staring at me with hatred, father did not do any other thing. The


    silence was increasing the uneasiness within me and escting his abhorrence towards me. I raised


    my eyes to meet his and found him assessing me from head to toe.


    His lips twitched in disgust. I desperately wanted to break the unsettling silence so I began in a low


    voice ,"Father! I didn''t really want to wear these..." but I siezed talking as he raised his hand and


    pped me hard on my face.


    The force made me tumble down on the ground, my legs weren''t in the state of bncing me any


    more. My face was pushed at a side due to the force of the hit. I felt bloode out of my cut lip. I was


    bewildered. Stars began to dance in front of my eyes. I somehow got on my feet.


    Then, he smiled, a wicked smile.


    "Nice choice of shreads." He said sarcastically. I felt like tears stinging in my eyes. I wanted to w him


    at his face but knew I was helpless. Especially after knowing he had a strong back-up, links of


    influential people and a malicious, crooked mind.


    "Next time, go out naked! I would love to see you being gang-raped. And don''t worry! I shall still look to


    it that you are sold off to the biggest bidder!" He drawled while still smiling at my plight. I felt trapped.


    I somehow controlled my tears and went past him towards my room but halted on my way when his


    voice boomed again.


    "I have decided to get you engaged to the governor''s son."