They dragged me into a new room and threw me inside like I was nothing… then slammed the door shut.
I lay there, trying to understand what had just happened to me… but nothing made sense anymore.
As if being trapped in this hell wasn't enough, the truth hit me harder — Kabir… the one I believed would save me… was the one who pushed me into this darkness.
My mind refused to accept it. My heart refused to believe it.
Every part of my body ached — the bruises, the burns… each mark screaming in pain. But somehow, the pain inside me felt worse.
I kept asking myself… how… when… and why did this happen to me?
My mind drifted back to fragments of memory…
I remembered how I once went to my aunts, begging for help, and they had simply said, "They paid good money for this."
But how did they even know anything about me? I was just a normal student… right?
Then my thoughts shifted to Kabir.
Then I remembered where it all began.
Kabir had given me that letter… and somehow, Jhalak had seen it ! She read it in , but she never created any scene.
She never questioned anything.
Back then, I thought it was nothing… just a misunderstanding I chose to ignore.
But now I understood the truth.
Everyone knew. Kabir… my aunts… Jhalak… all of them were aware of everything from the very beginning.
And together… they had planned it all.
They didn't just watch me fall into this hell… they led me into it. "IN THIS BROTHEL
He had been watching me all along. Smiling, pretending to care… acting like he was on my side. But now it all made sense — it was all an act.
One memory after another started falling into place. The way he never reacted when my identity was mentioned. The way he stayed unusually calm…
as if he already knew everything.
And then I remembered the moment I told him about the Rathore brothel…
He hesitated. Just for a second. But I saw it.
And whenever anyone spoke badly about me, he would suddenly explode in anger — too protective, too intense… like he was hiding something behind it.
Slowly… painfully… everything started becoming clear.
He wanted me in that brothel from the very beginning.
Then I suddenly remembered what Kabir had once said when i stayed a night at his cafe — that he had already spoken to my family.
Now I understood what that "talk" really was…
It wasn't an explanation. It was a deal.
He had discussed selling me… trapping me here… without me even realizing it.
When I returned home after that date, everyone behaved so normally… so carefully.
Now I knew why.
Kabir had already prepared them. He had already controlled the situation.
I kept blaming my family… but the truth was far worse. The worst betrayal wasn't theirs. It was his.
And then my mind went back to the last incident… the call where Kabir told me to come downstairs.
That was the moment it all began.
He was the one who took me. He was the one who trapped me. He was the one who sold me into this nightmare.
The realization broke something inside me. I couldn't breathe properly. I couldn't think straight.
I whispered to myself, "Aaira… you idiot… how could you be so stupid?"
"You always made careful decisions… you always thought before trusting anyone… so how did you trust him… so quickly?"
The guilt was eating me alive… but even stronger than that was the pain of what Kabir had done to me.
I was completely broken, sitting there and crying, unable to even process my thoughts.
Suddenly, the door opened.
I looked up—and my whole body froze.
Fear gripped me instantly. I started trembling as I saw the old man standing there.
The same older man who has paid for today's night !
The same older man whom I slapped and he wanted to take revenge of that!!
The way he looked at me made my stomach drop.
He stepped inside slowly and said in a cold voice , I'm here you whore !!! Ready to show you your place and what your worth actually is ! He smirked!
I pulled back instinctively, my breathing turning uneven.
He closed the door behind him.
My fear shot through me instantly. My whole body was shaking as I slowly stood up from the floor.
He started walking toward me.
And I kept stepping back… again and again… my breath breaking, tears streaming down my face.
"Please… please…" I kept whispering, my voice trembling as panic took over.
My mind was blank. I didn't know what to do, where to go, or how to escape this moment.
He stepped closer, and I felt my fear spike instantly. My body went cold as I kept backing away, tears blurring my vision.
His eyes moved over me in a way that made me feel trapped and unsafe. !I felt being objectified!
"Then i noticed his eyes lingered at one spot!
" FUCKING BEAUTIFUL AND BIG - HE SAID IN DEVIL TONE !
I matched his gaze and noticed he was staring at my partially exposed breast !
I suddenly covered myself with my duppata!
His eyes were full of lust ! AND MINE WITH pain, betrayal and fear !
He stepped closer toward me and said -
"I'LL FORGET EVERYTHING HAPPENED IN THE MORNING! ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS TO ACCEPT THIS AND DO AS I SAY! SATISFY ME !
I want a satisfied and good s** with you ! I'll not be rough if you'll involve completely into this ! He smirked!
I was shocked to hear this ! I was terrified!
He leaned closer to touch me but i shovered his hand and said in a trembling tone,.....
" No..no.. please, shivering tone, please don't touch me ,, please !
His eyes hardened and he slapped me ! -You fucking whore ,he shouted !
"YOU DON'T DESERVE ANY MERCY! YOU DESERVED TO BE FUCKED SO HARD THAT YOUR WHOLE BODY WILL TREMBLE IN PAIN FOR DAYS ! HE Scoffed !
Before i could say anything,he grabbed my veil from my body and threw it on the floor !
That single act,,enough to make me feel molested! It was not the duppata got snatched from my body,it felt like my dignity and respect getting snatched!
I screamed in the fear ! Please don't touch me ! Please i beg you ,,I started fumbling in immense pain !
But he showed no mercy!
He jumped into me and grabbed my whole body with his lustful hands !
His touch,his hands all over my skin,It felt so disgusted,
. It felt like my dignity was being tainted in that moment.
I was trying my best to get out of his grip but he helded me strongly and suddenly i felt his hand reaching below my abdomen!
It trembled me from inside but i shovered him off , gathering all the strength left inside me !
He then threw me on the bed! And he started unbuttoning his kurta! He threw his kurta aside !
Half naked ! With lustful eyes and disgusted hands !
He then unbuttoned his pant and was about to take off his pants,
I screamed loudly and tried to get out of the bed but before that he leaned closer and
He got on top of me !
His whole body was on me and I was feeling disgusted! At this moment,I knew I can't do anything to get out of his grip coz he was physically stronger than me !
He started kissing me and licking me all over my body, i was resisting but that was of no use.!
I was crying and panting like hell ! I was begging for my dignity!
"PLEASE...no please don't do this.. please somebody save me , please.!.i was sobbing in pain and fear !
And then I felt his hand on the fabric of my blouse as if he was searching for the hook,
He then found the hook and was about to unhook my blouse hook ...
" "There was a loud banging on the door."
He suddenly stopped, his attention snapping toward the door in irritation.
"Who is it now? Who's disturbing at such an important time…" he muttered angrily.
There was no answer.
But the knocking grew louder—urgent, forceful, as if someone on the other side was determined to break in.
His expression changed. He stood up,
Buttoning his pant in frustration, and walked toward the door.
In that moment, I couldn't think clearly… but for the first time, something outside that room felt like hope.
Whoever was on the other side… they sounded like my only chance of escaping.
The door opened.
And standing there was Kabir Rathore.
I was still sitting on the bed, staring at him in shock.
His eyes first moved toward the man in the room… then slowly shifted to me.
But there was no guilt. No shock. No hesitation. No care ! Just a cold, unreadable expression.
He said something to the man in a low voice. The man looked frustrated, clearly unsettled.
Then the man turned around and started walking away.
Panic rose inside me. I moved back instinctively, my voice shaking as I cried, "Don't come near me…
"
The man grabbed his things angrily, gave me a sharp look, and left the room without another word.
Silence fell.
And Kabir just stood there… looking at me.
Before I could even understand what was happening, Kabir stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
My body froze instantly. Fear took over me as I stared at him in disbelief.
He started walking toward me slowly. There was nothing in his eyes—no warmth, no care… just a cold emptiness that made my chest tighten.
I kept stepping back, my voice shaking as panic rose inside me.
"Stay away from me…" I whispered, barely able to breathe.
He didn't respond. He just kept coming closer, as if my words meant nothing at all.
But then as he was stepping closer,he started unbuttoning his coat in front of me,
Seeing him like that, fear hit me hard. My mind went blank for a moment.
What does he want to do…? Is he going to rape me ???
I slowly kept moving back, my heart racing uncontrollably.
He kept coming closer. Step by step. Calm.
Unbothered.
Panic took over me. My hands were shaking badly as I grabbed the glass bottle lying nearby.
In a desperate moment, I broke it and held the sharp edge forward, warning him.
"Don't come near me…" I said, my voice trembling but firm.
My entire body was shaking—fear, confusion, everything crashing together.
I didn't know what was going to happen next… but I knew I had to protect myself.
But it didn't bother him, he kept coming closer and pulled off his coat !
I kept repeating, my voice breaking, "Don't… don't do this… I will attack on you....
But there was no reaction on his face.
No fear !
. No hesitation.
I kept moving back until my back hit the wall. There was nowhere left to go.
My breath turned uneven, my hand still shaking as I held the broken glass in front of me.
He stepped closer and raised his hand slightly toward me.
My entire body went rigid. My mind screamed at me to do something—anything—to survive this moment.
In a sudden surge of panic and desperation,
I attacked with the broken glass on his hand .3- 4 deeper cuts , on his hand and shoulder
"Don't touch me! Let me go!" I cried, my voice breaking completely.
The moment snapped the tension in the room.
He then grabbed my hand forcefully and snatched that broken glass from my hand and threw it away !
I then screamed in fear,...
"PLEASE LET ME GO , PLEASE...!
"I am folding my hands in front of you, I am begging you."
He then leaned closer to me and i closed my eyes in fear as if he'll touch me inappropriately too...,,,
" DON'T... PLEASE DON'T! I screamed closing my eyes....
But suddenly, I felt something covering my body.
I opened my eyes slightly and saw Kabir placing his coat over me.
His hands were injured, yet he still carefully draped it around me.
But there was nothing soft in his eyes. No warmth. No love.
Just a cold, rough, unreadable expression… as if he had shut every emotion inside him.
He looked at me and said coldly, "This is your destination. You will learn to survive here…
This is where you belong now."
I couldn't understand anything anymore.
Anger took over me. I grabbed his shirt and cried out,
"Why… why did you do this to me?"
He didn't meet my eyes. He just stood there, silent.
Before I could say anything more, everything around me started spinning.
My vision blurred. The room darkened slowly
.
My legs gave out and I felt myself falling… but I wasn't sure if I had even hit the ground.
It felt like I was suspended somewhere between consciousness and darkness.