Hidden Face - 2

But he wasn't listening. He leaned in, his lips crushing hers in a bruising kiss. She tried to push him away, her hands shoving at his chest, but he was stronger than she had ever imagined. He grabbed her by the arms, pinning her against the kitchen counter. "You're mine," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "Mine to do with as I please."

The world around her blurred as she felt his hands roaming over her body, groping and squeezing. She slapped him, hard, the sound echoing through the room. "Get off me!" she screamed, her voice filled with rage and fear.

The slap brought him back to reality, momentarily. "You've got until tonight," he spat, his voice laced with malice. "You'll suck my dick, or I'll show everyone what a whore you really are." He shoved her away, his eyes glinting with the promise of his twisted plan.

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Priyanka. She was torn between anger, fear, and disgust. How could she have missed the signs? How could she have been so naive? As the sun set, she knew she had to make a decision. But what choice did she really have? The thought of her husband, her family, her friends seeing those videos was too much to bear. She felt like she was drowning, and Manish held the life vest just out of reach.

When nightfall came, she gathered her strength and knocked on Manish's door. She wore her salwar suit, the fabric clinging to her body, a silent testament to the lie she was about to live. He opened the door with a smug grin, the smell of victory wafting from his pores. She stepped inside, her heart pounding like a drum in a war dance.

He led her to his room, the walls plastered with posters of half-dressed women. It was a stark reminder of the kind of man he had become. Or had he always been this way? She wondered if she had been blind to his true nature all along. He sat her down on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know what to do," he said, his voice cold and commanding.

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at him, her voice shaking. "Manish, please. Don't do this. I'll tell everyone. They'll believe me." But she knew it was a futile attempt. The videos were his insurance policy, the proof that would ruin her life.

He slapped her, the sound echoing through the room. "You're mine now," he snarled, his grip on her chin tightening. "Get naked." She complied, her hands shaking as she unbuttoned her salwar, sliding it down her legs. She felt exposed and violated as he ogled her, his eyes greedy and hungry. "Look at you," he said, "such a pretty little whore."

Priyanka felt a spark of anger flicker to life within her. She would not let him do this without a fight. But she also knew she had to play along, for now. She took a deep breath and stood, her eyes meeting his with a mix of fear and determination. "If this is what you want," she said, her voice trembling, "then you'll have to earn it."

Manish's smile grew wider, revealing a set of teeth that seemed too white, too sharp. "Oh, I plan to," he said, his voice low and sinister. He reached out and grabbed her by the throat, pushing her back onto the bed. She gasped for air as he straddled her, his weight pressing down on her. "You're going to beg for it," he whispered, his breath hot on her face.

He yanked her nighty down, exposing her breasts to the cold air. Her nipples hardened from fear, not desire. His hands roamed her body, squeezing and groping without mercy. She felt like a rag doll in the hands of a monster, her dignity slipping away with every passing second.

But she held on to that spark of anger. It was all she had. As he leaned in to kiss her again, she bit down hard on his lower lip, tasting the coppery tang of blood. He yelped in surprise, momentarily distracted. She took the opportunity to push him off and scramble out of bed. "You're not getting anything from me," she spat, her voice filled with rage. "Not now, not ever."

The room was silent for a moment, the tension thick as a fog. And then, without warning, he lunged at her, knocking her to the floor. "You're going to pay for that," he said, his voice cold as ice. "You're going to pay with your body."

The struggle was brutal, each of them fighting with the strength of desperation. Priyanka kicked and clawed, trying to escape his grasp, but he was too strong. He overpowered her, pinning her down, his hand covering her mouth to muffle her screams. She could feel the wetness between her legs, not from arousal, but from fear.

He tore her nighty away, his eyes gleaming with victory. "You're going to love it," he murmured, his voice a sick parody of sweetness. "You're going to love every minute of it."

As he unbuckled his pants, she knew she had to find a way out. But how could she fight against this madness? Her mind raced, searching for an escape, a weapon, anything that could save her from this nightmare. But she was trapped, her body trembling under his weight. His hand was at her neck, his other fumbling with his zipper. "You're going to beg for it," he murmured, his breath hot and ragged against her ear.

With a sudden burst of strength, she bucked her hips, throwing him off balance. He stumbled, giving her the opening she needed. She rolled away and jumped to her feet, her eyes darting around the room for anything she could use. Her gaze fell on a lamp on the bedside table. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and swung it at him with all her might. The heavy base connected with his head with a sickening thud, and he crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

Priyanka didn't waste a moment. She yanked her torn nighty back over her body and sprinted out of the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She had to get out, to get help, before he woke up. She could hear his heavy breathing, feel his eyes on her even though they were closed.

In the living room, she found her phone, knocked to the floor during the struggle. She dialed her husband's number, her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold the device. "Aman," she whispered when he answered, "please come home. Now." She didn't bother to explain, knowing he would understand the urgency in her voice.

As she waited, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. What would happen when he woke up? Would he tell everyone? Would he go through with his threat? Or would he come to his senses and realize the monster he had become?

The sound of the front door opening brought her back to reality. She looked up to see Aman, his eyes wide with shock and concern. He took in the scene before him, the destruction of their perfect life laid bare. "What happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Tears streamed down her face as she recounted the horror that had unfolded. He listened, his face a mask of rage and disbelief. When she finished, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. "We'll get through this," he murmured. "We'll make sure he can never hurt you again."

Together, they made a plan. They would call the police, tell their families, and face the storm that was sure to come. But most importantly, they would stand together, united against the darkness that had invaded their home. And as they held each other, Priyanka realized that true love was not about passion and desire, but about trust and protection. It was about being there for each other, no matter what. And she knew, with absolute certainty, that she had found that in Aman.