Hey guys, Mushfika here. I'm here with my first ever TS on Ronakshi. I was not sure at all whether I should write this shot on the following topic as it may be taboo or too sensitive. Even after writing the entire shot, I was contemplating whether to post it or not. The concept is inspired by the movie Mardaani 2 and all those sexual assault cases that has only been increasing as years are going by. It is a portrayal of how Age doesn't matter when it comes to such crimes and how a criminal's mind work.
It's probably not too hard to guess who the criminal is but still let me know if u guys get it right. I haven't written the next part yet as I wanted to see the kind of response I get from this part. The topic is extremely sensitive so I'm not sure if I should continue. So please comment and let me know how you found it and if you would like to know what happens next.
Happy reading :)
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Her feet began to get numb, yet she dragged them to walk, to sprint, to run. Her mind stopped working. Her ears went deaf. Her heart began to beat erratically, so much so that she felt like it would burst out of her chest. Her throat felt dry. All she wanted was go to her room and lock herself up. Nothing made sense to her anymore.
Entering her room she slammed the door shut and she slid down on the floor. Her mind kept replaying what just happened. He could still feel those hands on her bare back. His fingers ripping the 'Dori' that held her blouse together. Those hands that painfully squished her jaw and his other hand fisting her open hair. It was painful. But the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation. She could still feel those hands and it felt like snakes roaming all over her body. She felt a bile in the pit of her stomach and she wanted to throw up. She felt disgusted. Her eyes finally welled up as tears streamed down her cheeks the next moment.
Not being able to take it anymore, she screamed... screamed her lungs out. Her piercing cry echoed in the room. Her eyes were blurred and blocked any vision. She started shivering.
The trauma was so severe that she didn't even hear her name being called out multiple times in the past five minutes. Neither did she hear the footsteps coming closer to her. Heck, she didn't even feel the presence of the person who was present in the room.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and she jerked away, distance herself a few feet from the person.
"n...no...please. No more", her voice was broken as she tried to whisper.
"Sona"
Her eyes finally perked up as she heard her name in the familiar voice. She slowly raised her gaze to find Rohit kneeling down beside her. He was saying something but her brain couldn't register any of it. She saw him coming closer to her and asked something again. She felt as though she had gone deaf. She really couldn't hear anything. All she could hear was her erratic heart beat. She saw rohit slowly cupping her cheeks and and wiping the tears. And then the next moment found herself in a warm embrace of her husband. She saw him pick her up from the floor and placed her on the bed.
She didn't realize to what extent she was shivering until she felt a blanket being wrapped around her.
"kaam karegi Tu?"
"you want to dance in other men's arms?"
"can't deny, you looked quite hot in that wet saree. I watched the repeat telecast"
"ulta jawab degi mere doston Ko"
"women should never raise their voice in the presence of other men"
"women only deserve to stay at home. Their place is in the kitchen."
"where did he touch you while shooting that scene. Here? Or here? "
Her brain kept replaying those lines over and over again and Sonakshi let out another piercing cry. She felt a leg wrapping around her body while her head rested against something hard. But it was comforting and she felt felt safe...safe enough for her to clutch the piece of cloth with all her might. She felt exhausted. She didn't realize when her eyes closed and she drifted into sleep.
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Rohit sneaked into his room. Tiptoeing to where the closet was, he hid, smiling playfully. He was in an incredible mood today. His conference went well, operation also finished earlier than expected and he decided to fly back to Mumbai on the day of, instead of coming tomorrow as planned initially. It was a perfect opportunity to surprise Sonakshi.
Her gloomy face flashed in front of his eyes as he remembered how sad she was when he told her he had to fly to Dehradun for a press conference.
"Three days?! How am I gonna sleep alone". Rohit chuckled as he remembered the childlike face she had made whining like a baby. It was insane how this woman could balance her work and family lifewith such perfection. One moment she would fulfil the responsibility of an ideal daughter in law, an ideal bhabi, and an ideal wife and the next moment she would whine something like that that would make him question if this was the same Sona who always acts so maturely. But he loved the balance of her maturity with innocence. He liked how she would become a mother hen when it came to his needs and then turn into a baby when she needed something from him. And about the sleeping Alone part- well, Truth was that even He wouldn't be able to fall asleep until he takes her in his arms. So today when his conference ended early and he was able to find a flight on the same day to go back home, he was on cloud nine. He couldnt wait to see her reaction. It would be priceless!
He prepared himself as he heard footsteps getting closer towards his room. He heard r the door open and then close... Quite louder than how one would usually do it. He waited for her to turn on the lights. But the wait turned into almost eight minutes and there was no sound, no light. He was about to get out of the closet when he heard a piercing cry.
His heart took a sudden dive to his stomach as he instantly got out of the closet. His eyes tried to look for the switch as he turned the flashlight of his phone. Finally finding the switchbox, he turned on the lights. What his eyes witnessed the moment the room lit up gave him goosebumps. There she was, sitting on the floor, curled up like a ball, her face pale, her eyes bloodshot, her entire body shivering like a dry leaf hit by a sudden storm.
"Sona!", he wanted to scream her name but it came out as a whisper. A whisper of agony.
He ran to her side as he held her face. He repeatedly called her name but all in vain. He realized, she didn't even register his presence.
"sonakshi!"
"love, look at me please"
"it's me, Rohit"
"you're scaring me. Please tell me What's wrong?"
But it was all given to deaf ears. He took in her curled up body and he realized she was in shock. He had never seen her so vulnerable. Not when they asked her to resign from work, nor when she sat on the mandap, her face bruised. She was traumatized.
"F*ck!", he swore under his breath.
He tried once again and held her by her shoulder. And this time, to his utter shock, she jerked away and distanced herself from him and hid herself in the corner of the room.
"N.. No... Please no more"
His heart dropped at her sudden reaction. This was not the Sona he knew. He was seeing a completely different person I front of him. This woman was broken. He felt as though someone ripped his heart out of his chest and shredded it into pieces. He never felt so helpless. He wanted to cry.
His throat felt dry. Gulping, he called out,
"Sona!"
And this time, she registered. He saw her stop and raise her gaze. And he died a thousand death when she looked into his eyes. Those eyes were not his sona's. They were puffed up, red and swollen. He could see the dark circles under her eyes. Her face paled so much that he wondered how she's still conscious. Her front hair was dripped with sweat and Bids of sweat were sliding down her forehead. The image of her face scarred him for life. It will be engraved in his heart till his last breath.
Cupping her face, began to wipe her tears as he spoke, "it's me. Rohit. Everything is fine love. You're fine. Nothing has happened. Nothing will happen."
He kept whispering sweet nothing's as he touched her forehead with his before wrapping her in his protective embrace. Picking her up from the floor, he took her in his arms and placed her on the bed.
Sonakshi began to shiver once again and rohit quickly grabbed a blanket from the closet and wrapped it around her. Brushing his fingers through her hair, he he sat in front of her and raised her face by her chin.
"Hey look at me. Please. Please talk to me"
When she calmed down and looked at him, he spoke, "what's wrong love?"
And her facial expression started changing. It changed so fast that he didn't understand what happened. And another loud cry echoed in the room.
"Sona!", whispered rohit as he pulled her into a hug.
"shh...shh.. Its okay, we won't talk about it now, okay ? ", he began to stroke her back to calm her down. He laid her on the bed and wrapped his leg around her to tone down the shivering while she rested her head on his chest. Her hands involuntarily clutched his shirt... So tight that it felt like it was her only wing under which she felt protected.
Her eyes getting droopy as he began to weave his fingers through her hair. Sonakshi curled her eyebrows and started squirming when Rohit began to move out of the bed to change into his night ware. Dropping the idea, he quickly moved to his old position.
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
Never in his 28 years of life had he felt his work to be such a curse. He wished he hadn't gone to Dehradun. He wished he hadn't left Sona behind. He had no idea what happened. He didn't even understand what might have caused her to get into such trauma. All he knew was that someone has tried harming his precious possession. And no one, no one dares to lay their eyes upon his treasure, let alone harm them.
Rohits facial expression changed from the vulnerable one to that of a beast. His eyes spit fire. His jaw tightened and his palm turned into a fist. The pulse on his for head ticked like a bomb.
And Rohit Sippy swore on his life to destroy whoever the F*ck did this to his Sona.
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