Chapter 30


    JENNIFER''S POV


    What the hell just happened? Did he just offer me with this bundle of shit in exchange of marrying that


    demon?


    I whispered to myself. I raked my fingers through my hair in despair.


    How could a person stoop so low? Did he think me to be his goddamn whore who could get herselfid


    for a bunch of notes? Didn''t he have some morals? Maybe he could buy this damn world with his filthy


    money but certainly not my self-dignity and self-respect. And marraige!? It wasn''t a shitty joke! Those


    seven rounds around the sacred fire held great worth and importance in my heart. I couldn''t sell myself


    to any Tom Dick or Harry passing my way!


    My feet were itching to run upstairs, confront him and give him a tight p which makes him fall at a


    side with a big thud! And I knew it wasn''t possible to do so but afterall, nobody taxes you to atleast


    dream something like that...


    As every sess story starts with a dream.


    (Savage me!)


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    Still, my rational mind did process an importent question about which I had no clue.


    "How did he get to know so much about me? My name, my dance ss address and maybe more...."


    I was mad at myself, my fate, my situation right now and more importantly that handsome bastard who


    just now made me feel a cheapmodity who could sell herself for money!


    I let out a frustrated sigh. The bundle slipped from my hands and fell fown on the floor. I bent down to


    pick it up and as I did, I found five to six pairs of eyes staring at mepletely baffled. And.... my


    cheeks turned crimson on realising that madam and the rest of the girls there had seen all of it! All of


    that bullshit drama!


    Madam narrowed her eyes at me and shook her head lightly in dejection. Her eyes conveyed that she


    had not thought of me to get involved with people.... no.... monsters like him. They had seen my


    encounter with that bastard through the ss windows of an adjoining room.


    I took a step towards her in order to justify my fucking self and tell my side of the story. But wordlessly,


    she lifted her hand and showed me her palm signalling me to stop on my tracks. Me face crumbled.


    She hadn''t expected me to go kissing around any random person entering and crossing my path. If


    only she knew that I wasn''t the one at folly.


    She was giving up on me!


    That mere thought wasn''t going well down my system.


    I momentarily nced at the bunch of notes I just picked up. That, that very thing was giving that


    asshole-jerk this much of an ''elephant-ass sized ego''. I was going to destroy this very thing in front of


    him. Money... which gave him the privilege of treating people as doormat!


    I shall give his male ego a massive blow which shall shake him to his core!


    I turned my head towards themp which had been lit in front of the Natraaj idol (a form of lord shiva


    who is worshipped beforemencing any dance form, as he is considered as the originator of Indian


    dance form).


    I walked towards themp, my eyes gleaming with an unparalleled extent of hatred for that man who


    ofcourse didn''t have morals, but now didn''t seemed to be owning a conscience too.


    I removed the rubber band put around the notes and directed the filthy lucre towards the me of the


    fire.


    "He dared to treat me as one of his disposable fuck buddies, and I shall make sure I humiliate him like


    one of his ves!" I announced loud and clear.