Please Don't Leave me

Chanchal lead a lonely life. Her husband did not return for a month. It gave her space and relief. In a month her life fell into a pattern.

It was really peaceful. She became friends with all the servants of Singhanias. She painted. She did Puja and she gained a father. In ADHIRAJ SINGHANIA.

She had a free pass in the entire house. It was not like she was literally a prisoner. She could go out.

EXCEPT KAPOORS CUT THEIR TIES WITH HER.

" If you wan't I spare you", said Sumeet to Shanti Devi, " Surrender her to me. Cut all ties with her after marriage".

She would have jumped rings of fire for his pardon. Chanchal was already a bad debt.

The only person who cared was Kash. And he continiously pestered her to do something with her pathetic life.

" Darling start painting again. It will help you. Do it please", he said on phone.

So she did. She gathered her courage and asked a servant one day.

" Excuse me sir is there an open room in house", she asked the butler. " I just want to paint".

The man felt bad for her.

The gossiping cook Daya and head maid Radhabai have asked Usman dragon's driver and found out he was b*dding one girl after another while his wife remained a prisoner here. He never acknowledged her or showed her off or even took her anywhere. He haven't set a foot in the house.

" I'll take you to senior Singhania and you can ask him", he said in a friendly manner.

" Okay", she said weakly.

After some time she was standing in front of Mr. Adhiraj Singhania.

Her courage vanished looking at him.

" Yes Chanchal", he asked. " Do you need anything"?

" I .I.."

Adhiraj pitied ythe girl. Poor child. She was just caught up in Sumeet's vendetta and his quest for power. Sumeet could never love her he knew that. He had very few emotions left now.

If she had met him before.....

He shrugged off the thought. He knew Chanchal was here because he needed heirs.

" Please sit with me beta", he said.

Chanchal was shocked. It was rarely someone talked nicely to her. She quietly sat with Adhiraj.

" Sumeet is in pain. And that is why he is hurting you", said Adhiraj." He is a good man. Give him time. I am sure you can heal him. With your love".

" Me", she squealed. " I am not...", she was saying.

" Will you be my daughter. Sumeet is always away. I had a daughter Malti. She loved me but she is dead", said Adhiraj.

" Sir I", Chanchal cried.

" Please be my daughter", said Adhiraj.

Chanchal nodded. She smiled for the first time a warm happy smile after her marriage.

" Call me Dad", said Adhiraj to her.

" Dad", she said shyly.

Chanchal was a soft spoken and kind person. Unlike Sheetal who used to visit the villa earlier and forced her authority over them she treated everyone with respect. She would politely thank anyone who helped her. She would request than order. And she would apologise whenever she committed a mistake.

The day she opened the temple and cleaned it Radhabai the head maid cried

" She is like madam", she told to Adhiraj emotionally.

Adhiraj was happy that Chanchal married his son. Only if Sumeet could understand.

One stormy night

Storms and thunders scared Chanchal. She could not sleep. She has finished a painting tonight, bathed and had dinner. But she could not sleep.

A lightning cracked. She would have gone to talk to her father-in-law but he was sleeping. Servants too were sleeping. Sleep would elude her tonight. She thought of taking a pill. And some warm milk with it.

She tip toed quietly to the kitchen conscious of waking anyone up. She warmed her milk. And was about to pour it in glass when she felt it.

A presence in the room. She was not alone. Hairs on her body stood up. She was scared. Lightning cracked then. She jumped like a cat. The glass was about to fall from her hand when a person rushed forward like a wind forward to hold it.

Scared she looked at him...

And she found herself looking in BLOODSHOT EYES of her husband.

She was about to scream when his hand covered her mouth. He picked up a knife from the counter at held at her neck.

" Make a noise and I will slit your throat", said Sumeet.

She held her breath.

Sumeet looked at her. She was wearing a black lace nightie. The fabric did not hide much. Her smooth milky b*som peeped out of her covering stirring his blood.Her pink lips were shivering. Her th*ghs too peeped out in struggle. Her eyes held unshed tears. There was a blush on her face or was it fear?

DOES ITVMATTER?

She was so alluring. And he wished to get laid.

" Ssshhh", he threatened.

Then he smooched her. She was not equipped to deal with him. Like a deer caught in headlights she just froze.

She felt his strong callused hands on her b**bs over her dress. And his aro*sal as he moulded her to him.

When he left her mouth she was breathless again.

His hands moved to remove her flimsy covering.

Alarmed she moved back.

" N.no", she said.

" No", he chuckled. " Really".

" Please stop", she pleaded.

" I don't wish to. You are too great of a temptation to pass", he said.

" I..I ..please", she folded her hands.

" Didn't I say I would bed you Chanchal", Sumeet said menacingly.

" S.S.sir.. I. I..am n.not", she was saying.

" Are you reneging on the contract Chanchal", he smiled a dangerous smile.

" You know who I am baby. You came into this with your eyes wide open".

" You don't love me", she cried painfully.

" S*xual pleasures don't need love my dear wife", he said. " You are living in my house, eating food I put on your plate, wearing my clothes, spending my money. Don't you intend to return the favour", he smiled menacingly.

" Please Sumeet", she appealed one last time.

He held her neck in a strong grip.

" I am dragon on sir. I married you because I need sons to carry my name. Don't get any other ideas in your head. You signed the prenup. What were you thinking? To kill me and enjoy my millions with that theatre boyfriend of yours", he said.

She could not speak then. Tears came out of her eyes.As he picked her up she resigned herself to her fate.

Sumeet brought her in his room. He threw her on his bed. He tore off her night dress and threw off the clothes he was wearing.

" It will be over soon", she thought in her head.

But her husband had other plans. He tied her up.

" OPEN YOUR EYES", came the command.

She did out of fear.

" You think I would r*pe you my wife. It does not appeal to me. Now what does appeal is you begging me to take you", he smirked.

She could not answer openly crying now. He squeezed one of her b*obs and took a n*pple in his finger. He bit the other one. She moaned. He moved down south playing with her b*lly button using his t*ngue. She gasped and sobbed frantically as his fingers breached her p*ssy.

SHE WAS A VIRGIN.NEVER HAS ANYONE...

His hands were now on her b*ttocks. He slapped one off her as* cheek hard.

" Aah', she wailed.

Just as she was about to c*me he pulled back. She felt the loss.

" No", she protested.

He smirked.

He repeated assault with his tongue and pulled back when she was on the brink again.

" No please", she prottested.

All these sensations were new for Chanchal. The moment she wished she would explode he would pull back.

" P.please sir", she cried.

" Do you want me Chanchal", he asked.

" Yes sir", she said.

" Then ask me to f*ck you", he said.

" Please f*ck me sir", she pleaded.

HER HUMILIATION WAS COMPLETED. Sumeet has recorded it.

He removed her ties and moved over her. He prepared her for some more time before entering her in one hard thrust.

" Aaaah", she cried out in pain.

Sumeet stilled over her.

" Chanchal", he said.

She was a virgin after all. Well not anymore. She is his now. He felt a sense of ownership .

" My wife", he growled.

He moved then . Inside her. Initially Chanchal tried to pull back because of pain. But he ruthlessly kept on moving. Soon pleasure build up again. Pleasure mixed with pain as Sumeet used her the entire night. Moans were extracted from her mouth as Sumeetvcompletely dominated her in their marital bed. Soon waves and waves of org*sm hit her as she cried out his name again and again weeping profusely. She was spared any further degradation as Sumeet softly bathed her afterwards and covering her shivering body with a duvet he offered her a brandy. She obediently drank it. Then he soothed her muscles with a massage as she slept.

Sumeet looked at his sleeping wife and smiled. She had only belonged to him. He saw stains of blood on his bed sheet. Somehow he was pleased. He enclosed her in his arms and closed his eyes.

At night he felt Chanchal moving. She was muttering something.

He switchesd on the side lamp. He was about to shake her when he realised she was having a nightmare.

" Don't sumshine", cried Chanchal.

" Chanchal", he said soothing her like a child.

" Everyone hates me. Nobody loves me", she cried.

" Chanchal", her pain was contagious. Sumeet was drawn to her. As he touched her she gripped his hand.

" Please don't leave me", she cried out in sleep.

In spite of himself Sumeet replied,

" Never".