Chapter 92: Chapter 92

"Please tell me Khushi what's bothering you?"Abeer requested, looking at her.

"I lost my faith in myself, Arnan.", Khushi confessed, sitting on the couch.

"But why? What is your fault?", Abeer asked, sitting beside her.

"Don't you know? That monster took everything from me. Even when I closed my eyes, I could see his face clearly in front of my eyes, torturing me with his words and touch...", Khushi started crying in between, remembering the incident.

"I thought you were a really strong girl. But it seems like I was wrong. You are such a weak person.", Abeer commented, looking at her miserable state.

Khushi narrowed her eyes and looked at him with anger.

"Do you have any realization of what I am going through? I don't think so. Because if you could feel you would never say things like this to me at this moment. Instead of consoling me, you are getting me angry at you.", Khushi stopped crying and looked at him, arching her eyebrows.

" That's what I want Khushi. I want you to confess your past with me so that I could help you to overcome that and now the only option left in front of me is this. I hope it works and in your anger you blurt out everything related to your nightmare.", Abeer talked to himself in his mind, maintaining a poker expression on his face.

"I just told you the truth. I am really sorry if it hurts as the truth is always bitter. And you are a coward, Khushi. You must accept that.", Abeer tried to provoke her more.

"How dare you talk to me like that?", Khushi asked, pointing her finger towards him.

"Listen, I am not like you who got scared and started shivering, having nightmares. So just accept that.", Abeer said sternly.

Khushi got numb at her place for a few minutes when she got to know that Abeer was well aware of her nightmares but even after that he never mentioned it in front of her but today he crossed his limits by saying these things.

" I.. My.. I.." Khushi stuttered, as words did not come out of her mouth.

"See, yourself you can't even speak clearly and you are saying that you're not a coward.", Abeer smirked, proving his point to her which made her blood boil in anger.

"It is not because I am weak or a coward. And they are not just nightmares. They were my past experiences which I suffered and till today I could not get over them that's why I started behaving like this.", Khushi herself confessed slamming the table with her hands.

" Past? We all have some past. But that doesn't mean we started acting like this. And what suffering? What had you witnessed in your past that made you a coward like this? ", Abeer questioned, intentionally, provoking the anger inside her more which will make her confess her dark past.

" You think I am acting? You can't judge someone without listening to their side of the story. So listen to me first and then come up with your judgment.", Khushi responded, pointing her finger towards him.

"I am ready to hear it, if you really have the guts to confess it like a strong girl, not like a coward, weak girl.", Abeer said, confidently.

Khushi started confessing her past, turning her face away from him.

I was my parent's only child. When I was 2 years old my mother died due to some disease and then afterwards my father looked after me. His relatives suggested him to get married again but he refused saying he was not interested in it and he was capable alone to look after me and for my good upbringing. But fate had some different plans for us and that night when I was eight years old my father came married with my step mother at home with her 12 years old son. I was shocked at first why my father married again as I don't want to share his love with someone else. But he did not think of answering my innocent question and ordered me to obey and respect my step Mom and my step brother.

That time I cried whole night thinking that my father forgot my mother so easily and replaced her with someone else and wake up with red swollen eyes, only to face the worst day of my life where my step brother tried to touch me inappropriately when he found that no one was at home and I was all alone. I bit his hands when he came near me and started running as fast as I could to escape from him. But he was faster than me and caught me easily but God saved me by sending my best friend at the right time. She helped me to escape from him. Before we could escape, he warned me with glaring eyes that if I opened my mouth in front of anyone then he would accuse me of trying to kill him out of jealousy and then parents would believe his lie instead of my truth.

From that day till when I turned 18th my step mom and my step brother used to torture me everyday by making me work day and night without getting proper food and rest. The time I used to steal from them was for my schooling because I knew if I wanted to escape from here then I should know how to read and write. Having proper education might help me anywhere to land a good job and help me in my earnings.

I always tried to save myself from my stepbrother devil's eye especially when I was alone. My father stopped talking to me as most of the time he was out of station for his business work and when he got time he was busy with his so-called new family which involves my stepbrother and my step mom.

I really did not understand what kind of magic spell they did on my father that he suddenly changed so much in a night. But then, I stopped looking for that reason and started making my plan to escape from there whenever I got the first chance.

But when fate started playing its game then you just started acting as a puppet in its hand and did what he planned.

The night I was alone at home, I packed my back and with a heavy heart of my leaving my childhood memories and my mother's memories I tiptoed my room and went towards the gate to run when I encountered a tall man wearing black goggles in a three piece suit in front of me.

I looked at him with confusion visible clearly on my face. But the words which came next to his mouth made me numb.

"Don't try to escape from me, dear as now you are sold to me." The man said, coming hell close to me.