#10

MEDDIE'S POV

He dragged me into my room, slammed the door and then had the audacity to push my back against the bedroom door.

"What the fuck bhenchod? This is my fucking house. You don't pull this shit in my fucking house you gandu. Himmat kaise hui teri?" I shout at him. (Sisterfucker. Asshole. How dare you?)

I raised my hand to slap him, again. But he stopped my action, his vice grip on my wrist painful.

"Dovremo stabilire una regola sul fatto che tu non parli nella tua lingua madre di fronte a me." He spoke more to himself and in fucking Italian too. (We will have to establish a rule that you do not speak your native language in front of me.)

Ughhhhh!

"Speak in english you motherfucker."

"You speak in english in front of me or we're gonna have problems." He said.

"Nahi bolungi english me. Jaa ukhaad le jo ukhaadna hai bhenchod." I retorted. (No I won't talk in english. Do whatever you want sisterfucker.)

He slammed my wrist beside my head, which let me tell you, fucking hurt!!

"What the fuck-" He grabbed my jaw with his free hand and said, "You speak in english with me, not your mother tongue. You speak one more word in your mother tongue and there will be two dead bodies in your living room. Do you understand me?"

"Nod your fucking head! "

I did so. I had to, at the moment. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He's obsessed with me for some reason. But he wouldn't think twice about killing my mom and Megha.

"Bene." (Good.)

"Now how about a punishment for your disobedience, huh?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't swear. And punishment for not wearing the ring for the last three years. It was in the contract you know. For talking to fucking boys. It was all in the contract babygirl. And also for your mother beating me with a slipper." And as he was saying all this, he kept leaning closer and closer until we were only a breath apart. His lips ghosting mine. His minty breath gently swaying on my face.

How the fuck does he always have a minty breath. Honestly who has the time to always be popping breath mints in their mouths?

"Jyoti ye kya ho raha hai? Kaun hai ye aadmi hamare ghar me. Aur Khushi kaha hai?" I heard my father's voice and that snapped me back to the present. (Jyoti what is happening here? Who is this man standing in our house? And where is Khushi?)

"Papa!"

"Chhod mujhe gandu. Chhod!" I said to him. (Leave me asshole. Leave!)

"You wanna make that three? Hmm? Answer me."

At first I couldn't figure out what he was implying but then I remembered the threat.

"No. Just let me go out. Let me explain the situation to my father. Please."

He leaned in further- if that was even possible - towards my ear and whispered, "fine".

I turned around to open the door, but was once again pushed into the door with my right arm behind my back, in his grasp once again.

"You try to pull any shit with me and I will kill your parents and your friend in front of your eyes. So brutally you won't ever forget it. Capise?" (Understand?)

I nodded my head. "Words."

"What? You want to hear me call you master too?" I hissed venomously.

He pulled my arm back even more that it already was. It would break with the next one, I'm sure.

"Ok ok! Fine. I won't do anything."

I don't know what it was about him, but nobody has ever been able to bend me to their will like this before. Not even my parents. If there was something I did not want to do, I did not do it. Ever.

He pushed his chest into my back once more and then opened my bedroom door.

I ran into the living room and the scene was horrifying. His pet had my father on his knees with a gun to his head.

"What The FUCK are you fucking doing?" I shouted. "Get the fuck away from him." I rushed to my father, kneeling in front of him to check if he was hurt or not.

"Papa kahi chot to nahi lagi na? Is maadarchod ki to. Saala, gandu, haraamkhor!" I swore at the pet, my eyes glaring daggers into his heart. (Papa you're not hurt anywhere, are you? How dare this motherfucker? Asshole, bastard.)

"Papa utho. Jo gandu mere peeche khada hai vo hai is sab ki jad. Bhenchod ghar tak aa gaya. Maine ise yaha se bhagaane ki koshish ki thi, par uske pille ne Megha ke sir pe gun taan rakhi thi." I explained to my father. (Papa get up. The asshole standing behind me is the reason for all this. Sisterfucker, came to the house. I tried to make him go away, but his dog had a gun to Megha's head.)

Papa looked at me with concern and anger and then for the second time today I laughed in a very serious situation. My father had just thrown the slipper forgotten on the floor to Damiano's face. And for the second time today, Damiano got slapped with a slipper.

Damn! Where's the camera when you want to record something?

Damiano grilled me with his eyes and I understood that I needed to diffuse this situation or there would be no telling what he'll do to us.

"Papa ye kya kiya? Ye mafia me hai. Fuck. Papa baitho please. Ise main sambhal lungi. Mujh par bharosa rakho." (Papa what did you do? He's in the mafia. Papa please sit. I'll handle this. Trust me.)

I made my father, mother and Megha sit on one of the sofa's and I sat on the other one. With Damiano and his pet on either side of me. Wonderful! I'm so ecstatic!

"What do you want from me Damiano? You said three years. I still have one whole semester left. Why the fuck are you here?" I questioned. "And I want a copy of that fucking contract."

"I'm here to make sure you don't try to run. And I will make myself very clear, once and for all. I will make you mine. You will marry me. You will become my wife. You will be my regina. And if you even think about running away from me, I will slit your friends' throats, and torture your parents and brother in front your eyes. That's a promise neonata. I have eyes everywhere. And you better stay away from that lanky fucker you laugh out loud with." (Queen. Babygirl.)

I turned towards him after his speech, "what lanky boy? What the fuck are you talking about?"

He leaned in, "don't play with me neonata. The tall one with the specs." (Babygirl.)

I thought for a second who he was talking about. And then turned to Megha. A small snort escaping me. I know who he's talking about. But I won't tell him who he is. "Ye tere premi ki baat kar raha hai. Hey bhagwaan! Lol!" (He's talking about your boyfriend. Oh God!)

"What's so funny Meddie? Tell me do you want me to cut his throat? That will solve the problem won't it?"

"Don't even try to hurt him. He has no business with you." I replied, acidly. He gripped my arm tightly and when I tried to shrug out of his grip, he pulled me further into him. "Don't test my fucking patience. You won't like the consequences Meddie." His voice was cold as fuck.

"He's Megha's boyfriend. If that's what you're fucking worried about." I challenged him. Our eyes battling each other. "And what the fuck is your problem? Always threatening any and every fucking person I interact with. Ye kar dunga, vo kar dunga, goli maar dunga, gala kaat dunga. Tu pagal hai kya. Hila hua hai dimaagi roop se? Bewakoof. What the fuck is your issue?" I ranted, standing up. I was done listening to his bull-fucking-shit! Enough is just enough. (I'll do this, I'll do that, I'll shoot, I'll slit their throats. Are you mental? Do you have a lose screw up there? Idiot.)

He stood up too, about to say something when the doorbell rang. All of us turning our attention to the sound. My father was about to stand up when his pet pointed the gun at my father. Damiano pulled out a gun from behind his back as well. I moved to get the door. But I stopped when, you guessed it, yet again Damiano gripped my arm.

There was tense silence in the room, everyone was up on their feet, when a ringing phone cut through it. Papa pulled out his phone to look at the name but it was snatched out of his hand by the pet. "Boss?"

He questioned. But instead of his boss answering his question, I was the one who spoke up, "who's calling? Just spell out the name on the screen."

He looked at his boss in a questioning manner, nodded his head, then turned to face me. His hand still holding the fucking gun to my father's head. "V-A-S-U", the stupid pet uttered.

Fuck. Just what I fucking needed right now. Another hot-tempered testosterone filled male in the house.

"It's my brother. I need to pick up the call. Please."

Damiano turned to his pet and nodded once. The pet put the phone on speaker and we heard my brother say, "papa darwaaza kholo, main bahar khada hun." (Papa open the door, I'm waiting outside.)

Damiano's questioning gaze turned to me once more. "He's standing outside right now. Just let me open the door." I spoke looking up at him.

He's so fucking tall.

He let go of my arm and I moved towards the door. I let my brother in the house and then there was chaos. My brother assessed the whole room, saw everyone's faces and the two new people in the living room. Then he faced me, looking into my slightly scared, slightly anxious and slightly irritated eyes. He finally understood. And before anyone could even understand what was going on, my brother had knocked the gun out of Damiano's hand, and was punching him brutally. Although that didn't last very long. Damiano's pet got to my brother and held him in a choke hold.

What the fuck! He'll kill him!

"NO!" I shouted. "Leave him. That's my brother you fucking asshole. Leave him!"

But before I could reach them, Damiano got up, wiped his bloody nose, picked up his gun and held me against him. The gun now pointed at me.

"No!"

"Nahi!" (No!)

"No!"

"No!"

There were 4 simultaneous shouts from my parents and Meggie. Damiano's pet now held my brother by the collar of his shirt and the gun at his head. My brother was about to attack him. I could see it in his stance.

"Nahi! Vasu mat karna aisa. Please." I shook my head at my brother. Pleading with him not to take any action. (No! Vasu don't do it.)

Damiano turned my around, the gun still at my head, "I am giving you 6 months. The end of your semester will also mean the end of your single life. If you do anything that I don't approve of, there will be consequences. Do you understand me babygirl?"

I didn't reply instantly. So he shook me and pressed the gun more firmly against my head to get a response out of me. "Yes." I replied simply. I was tired of this. Why was my life always this fucking complicated?

"You'll get the contract tomorrow. Read it. And if you still defy me…" He left the threat hanging.

I didn't say anything. There wasn't anything I could say that would change anything. So I kept quiet. He went to kiss me but I turned my head and the kiss landed on my cheek.

Seriously? I mean if this was a foreign country then it wouldn't be a problem to kiss in front of the parents. But this was India. And kissing or any other form of public display of affection is still a taboo topic in this society. Especially in front of parents.

After that he just left. And that was when everything began to get blurry. I was shocked to the core. He knows my address. He knows where all of my friends live. I'm trapped with him.

I'm trapped.