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Dizziness surrounded Neha as she opened her eyes. For a second she couldn't make out where she was. But what happened last night was as clear as crystal, to her.

She couldn't forget it even if she wanted to because he scarred her for life. When she was in her senses, she realized that she was laying naked, half of her body covered in white sheets.

She looked to her left to find Armaan peacefully sleeping. He was content now because his only goal in life was to make Neha's life worse than hell, at least that's what Neha thought.

Though feeling dizzy, Neha gently woke up and tiptoed her way towards the bathroom.

She separated the sheets from her naked body to find blood stains in it. Suddenly flashbacks from yesterday hit like a thunderbolt in her mind.

She turned on the shower and let her tears flow with the water droplets on her face.

Her feet couldn't support her anymore so, she sat down under the shower and balled her eyes out.

She was so broken and defeated. She was a strong woman, but right now, she HAD to accept her defeat.

She knew she is going to have no life because Armaan is going to crumble it under his feet or she's going to kill herself.

She thought killing herself was better, because at least she could die a death of dignity rather than dying as someone's slave.

She slowly walked towards the bathroom mirror. She gently pulled the mirror door and opened the square shaped cupboard.

Her eyes wandered to everything kept in there until she found something to take her own life.

A blade…she finally found it in one corner of the shelf. She took it in her hand and ran her finger on its edges.

That part of her finger skin split until blood oozed out of it "sharp..."she thought.

She moved the blade down and placed it on one side of her wrist.

She closed her eyes and she dug the blade deeper into her skin.

Suddenly a thud sound made her jump up into her senses.

"NEHA!" It was Armaan, knocking on the bathroom door. Get out right now, or else I'll break in. You know me, I'll do it. I'm giving you 20 seconds" Armaan commanded.

Neha was speechless, she couldn't do it in 20 seconds so she decided to get dressed as soon as she can, or things will go wrong.

Armaan was counting down. "5…4…3…2…" Neha opened the door and Armaan stopped.

He looked at her, her untied wet hair hanging on her shoulder, water droplets on her face and hands, showed that she got dressed in a hurry.

The dark green kurta she wore was complementing her complexion, her eyes big and brown, showed signs of fear…yet she looked mesmerizing.

Armaan came closer to her looking deep into her eyes. "Did I scare you?" He asked.

Neha looked down avoiding eye contact. Armaan smirked and said "You didn't have to hurry yourself, you could have opened the door and I could have helped you get dressed".

Disgusted by the comment, Neha shot a glare to him and turned to walk away from him. Armaan caught her by hand "Oh…Missy didn't like it" he laughed.

He slowly ran his fingers from her fingers to her wrists to her shoulder, neck and back down.

When he reached her wrist, he felt something. Neha pulled away her hand behind her.

"What was that?" he asked forcefully taking her hands. His face became red and suddenly an evil smile appeared on his face "Oh…so you thought you could escape me?".

Neha's eyes filled with rage and tears.

"Don't worry, I'm going to kill you slowly…not like this. I'm going to make you suffer" he reminded her once more.

He clutched her face tightly to hurt her "I'm going to punish you for this so that next time you have any thoughts; you'll remember this".

"No, please don't!" Neha yelled, she wasn't ready for anything now, she was so exhausted that she couldn't think of anything right now.

Something in her gave her enough power to push Armaan backwards and run for the door.

But Armaan was quick on his feet.

He caught ahold of himself and held her from behind, and took her in his arms towards another side of the room.

She started to scream but then Armaan cupped her mouth to prevent her from making noise.

"You're a stubborn one, and I like it" he said clenching his jaws.

Suddenly a knock on their bedroom door made Armaan loose his grip on her.

"If you say anything about what happened. Not only I'm going make you look like psycho in front of everyone but I'm going to punish you even harder" Armaan warned her and pushed her aside before opening the door.

It was Armaan's mother, Mrs. Oberoi. "Is Neha okay? I heard some noise…" she asked worried.

"Oh, she's alright mom, she saw a lizard in the bathroom." Armaan said without hint of lie in his words.

"A perfect liar..." Neha thought. Mrs. Oberoi glanced over at Neha who was sitting on the bed wither heads down trying to calm herself down.

Mrs. Oberoi came at the right time like a lifesaver. Otherwise, she couldn't even think of things that Armaan would have done.

Mrs. Oberoi laughed at Neha for being silly scared, without realizing what actually happened.

"When is you flight? Isn't it at 7:00 in the evening? Are both done with packing" Mrs. Oberoi asked.

"Almost mom…" Armaan replied. "Alright" glancing over at Neha Mrs. Oberoi said "Neha…I need your help with something, can you come with me?".

Neha quickly got up "Yes maa".

Mrs. Oberoi nodded and left the room and Neha followed. Before leaving she looked at Armaan; a quick eye contact and she left.

"She thinks she has escaped, haha…She is so oblivious about what she has got herself into…".

Neha was saved by Mrs. Oberoi today, but it wasn't going to happen every day. She just got lucky today and she knew it.

Moreover, they were leaving for Canada now, and they're going to be alone. She couldn't fathom the hell she was going to.

She had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. She was alone…