SHE WAS SOLD! - SOLD TO DARKNESS, FOUND IN YOU

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The moment my hand struck him, everything snapped.

The men around rushed forward, their anger erupting all at once. Hands grabbed at me, dragging, pulling—I lost my balance as the world tilted violently around me.

Pain shot through me, but it wasn't just physical anymore. It was the fear, the chaos, the realization of where I was.

Before it could go further—

"Stop."

The voice was low, yet it cut through everything like a command no one dared to disobey.

Instantly, the chaos paused.

The men stepped back, though their anger still lingered in the air.

The older man moved closer, his presence heavy, calculated. His eyes lingered on me in a way that made my skin crawl, even without a single word.

"He pulled my hair and said - " I'll settle the accounts with you at night! "You'll regret who you raised your hand against… you'll end up begging for your dignity.

I'll fuck you so hard and rough that your scream will echo throughout the entire mansion. !" You whore ! He angrily shouted!

His voice just trembled inside my whole body ! I was just panting!

Then the older man said -"How much I need to pay for this whore???

" Ahmn well she's virgin! She's untouched! Rates are higher ! 5k for a night ! Navya demanded!

I'll pay more than 5k but this fucking whore! It's necessary to show her their place ! Old man scoffed!

I was shocked! Blood was coming out of my lips and my eye area had turned completely black.

I don't understand what I will do. Right in front of me, my worth is being decided, and this thought is breaking me from inside.

Then I remembered that I'm on my period.

Groaning in pain, I said, "I'm on my period," hoping that maybe they would show me some mercy.

But then they all started laughing and said, "So what?

That's even better," and after saying this, they all began to laugh.

I was shocked after hearing all this and couldn't understand anything. Then they dragged me and locked me inside the room. !

I tried to get up, but there was no strength left in me anymore.

My breathing felt heavy and strained, and my entire body was aching.

Pain lingered everywhere—every muscle, every corner of me. But more than the physical pain, it was the anguish in my mind that was unbearable.

Then the door creaked open, and a few women stepped inside, their intent cold and certain—to prepare me for the night

Something inside me snapped.

I grabbed a vase, my hands trembling but defiant, and warned them, my voice sharp with desperation, "Don't come near me… or I'll kill you."

For a moment, fear flickered in their eyes. They hesitated. They stepped back.

But mercy never stayed long in that room.

From behind, someone wrenched the vase from my grasp. Time blurred—too fast, too cruel.

A sharp slap cut through the air.

It struck my cheek with a force that stole my breath and my balance. The world tilted. My knees gave way.

And I fell on the floor!

Groaning in pain, I slowly placed my hand over my cheek and looked up. Standing right in front of me was Navya Bhardwaj.

Her presence was sharp, almost suffocating—her eyes burning with anger, her gaze fixed on me like I had no right to refuse.

"Stay quiet and do as you're told," she said coldly.

But by then, I was no longer just hurt—I was exhausted. Something inside me had turned numb… and yet, a stubborn fire still lingered in my eyes.

Gathering every last bit of strength I had left, I lifted my head and said, "I will not get ready. No matter what happens, I won't do it."

"You people…" she said, a dark, almost devilish laugh slipping through her words, "I know exactly how to fix you."

With a subtle gesture, she pointed toward one of her men.

He returned moments later, carrying a rod—heated, glowing faintly at its edge, as though it had stolen fire itself.

He held it like an answer to her command, stepping closer with steady intent.

And then, in a single cruel instant, it came down upon my hand.

She hit my hand again and again with the burning rod three, four times—until pain shattered into something unbearable. I cried out loudly, breaking down,

"It's okay… it's okay… I'll do whatever you say… I'm ready…"

My voice trembled, drowned in pain, as I begged through tears.

At that, she laughed.

And then she left the room.

The door closed behind her with a final, heavy sound.

After that, the women returned. They prepared me in silence, their hands rough and hurried, covering the blood on my face, trying to hide the bruises as if erasing evidence of what had already been done!

They adorned me for the evil night !

I went towards the mirror and looked myself in mirror!

.i was shattered looking at my condition in the mirror !

Till yesterday, my life was so beautiful… and today, look what it has become.

I was made to wear a bright red lehenga, its blouse so tight and revealing that it felt like it was silently declaring to everyone in front of me that I was ready to be the whore !

The blouse was intentionally stitched in a way that my cleavage was clearly visible! The mole on the left side of my breast was clearly exposed!

The dupatta was just for the show ! lingering on the side of my shoulder !

I was looking like them ! I was looking like a whore ! I screamed in my thought !

But my body told a different story.

On my hands, there were three to four burn marks.

My neck bore injuries. My face was covered with bruises, my eye had turned dark and swollen.

Beauty and ruin stood together on me—one forced, one real.

Seeing myself in this condition, I felt a strange pity for my own reflection. I wondered where I had wanted to go in life—and what I was becoming instead.

I had wanted to become a doctor. I wanted respect in people's eyes, to help others, to heal lives.

But life had turned me into something I never imagined.

I was being a girl whom male see with lustful eyes inside the haveli but with sinful eyes when they see us outside !

A girl stripped of dignity, as if her worth no longer belonged to her… as if respect itself had been taken away.

But wait ! This is not the real me This is forced ! I can never be this !

I gathered strength from within and decided to run away one last but this time with patience and logic !

I forced my expression into control, masking every crack of fear with a calm I did not feel. I pretended—carefully, convincingly—that I was ready.

Soon, the men returned

With a chilling amusement, they said, "Finally… "Ready to get fucked ! You whore!

This will be more painful than death itself.

" They smirked!

I met their gaze and smiled faintly. "Yes," I replied.

Then they ordered me to walk toward the main room!

I moved.

Step by step, down the corridor that felt longer than it should have been, I walked with a borrowed silence—until my eyes caught something that shifted everything.

One of them had a gun tucked at his waist.

In a sudden surge of instinct, I reached out, grabbed it, and turned sharply toward them

My voice broke the air—steady, trembling,

alive.

"Stop. Surrender."

They raised their hands—anger and fear tangled together—and one of them spat, "You will regret this. You fucking whore "

I kept the weapon steady, my voice sharp and unyielding. "Hands up. Don't come near me… or I will shoot."

There was something in my eyes then

—something unfamiliar even to me. A storm of fear turned into courage, raw and unfiltered. Even they hesitated.

Slowly, they stepped back.

Without lowering my aim, I turned and ran.

My feet struck the ground hard as I escaped through the corridor, breath breaking, heart racing like it was trying to outrun my own body.

But freedom was not waiting quietly.

A man suddenly appeared in my path, trying to grab me.

Instinct took over.

A shot rang out, and the world changed in an instant.

It didn't hit him.

He was still coming toward me when I tried again—fingers tightening, desperate for control—but nothing happened. No shot. No force. Only silence.

Empty.

Then I understood.

There were no bullets.

He laughed after that—loud, cruel, inhuman—as if my fear itself had become entertainment.

Something inside me broke.

I dropped the gun and ran.

My body was already exhausted, every step heavy with pain, weakness pulling me down, but I still kept moving—driven only by instinct, by survival.

The world blurred around me as I ran through the corridor, breath breaking, legs shaking.

And then—

I collided with someone.

I fell straight into their arms.

I couldn't see the person clearly at first, but something about their touch felt strangely familiar—like a quiet warmth I had almost forgotten.

It wasn't fear that stopped me this time.

It was safety.

My heart began to beat differently—not in panic, but in confusion… in recognition my mind couldn't yet explain.

My body reacted before my thoughts did, as if it was trying to tell me something important: You are not in danger right now.

But I didn't know who it was.

Not yet.

Slowly, hesitantly, I lifted my gaze—still trembling, still unsure—trying to see who stood in front of me.

And then I saw him.

And something inside me collapsed.

Tears welled up in my eyes before I could even understand why—heavy, sudden, unstoppable—as if my soul had recognized him before my mind did.

"Kabir…" I breathed out, the name trembling on my lips, breaking apart as it left my mouth.

It wasn't just a word.

It was relief I didn't know I was still capable of feeling.

I looked into his eyes through tears—blurred, trembling, searching.

He stood there—silent, unreadable. Tough in a way that felt like he was holding something back, something buried too deep to show.

And then I broke.

I rushed into him and clung to him tightly, as if letting go would mean falling back into that darkness again. My sobs came out uncontrollably, shaking my entire body.

"You came…" I cried against his chest. "I knew you would come… I knew you'd save me from all this…"

My words spilled out in fragments, desperate and broken. "My aunt… she sold me… they were going to destroy my life… please… please save me…" They'll rape me at night !

I couldn't breathe properly between my tears, each sentence collapsing into the next.

He held me still for a moment, then shook me gently—not harshly, but enough to pull me back from the edge of my panic.

"Shh…" His voice cut through the chaos. Calm. Steady. Grounding. "Calm down… I'm here now. I'm here for you."

"I'M HERE FOR YOU " THIS WHOLE SENTENCE !

Hearing this, I felt a strange wave of comfort wash over me—like warmth returning to a body that had forgotten what safety felt like.

Chapter 13 - SHE WAS SOLD!