his torture

Neha was getting herself emotionally ready, accepting the fact that this is her life now.

Lost in her thoughts she was packing her bags.

Suddenly she felt a tingling sensation on her.

Terrified, she slowly looked down to find two hands sliding towards her stomach.

A hot breath passed through her hair, towards her neck. She knew who it was.

She closed her eyes and felt the breath getting closer towards her cheeks.

She felt her hairs brushing past her back towards her right shoulders.

A gentle kiss on her cheeks and a whisper "Are you done baby?" made her turn towards Armaan.

She looked at the closed door. She didn't realize when he came inside and locked the door.

She looked back at his eyes which were already on her.

She noticed his light brown eyes with black flares on them. They looked like painted caramel colored sunflower with black petals and the sun light from the window enhanced it more.

"Beautiful…" she thought.

She noticed his eyes moving to her lips and her neck, then back to her eyes.

He was intoxicated, addicted to her.

Her lips, her neck, her body was like a magnet to him.

He knew she didn't like him, but him? He had always dreamt of her, not love, but lust.

"I want her so much…She is beautiful" he thought.

Neha was lost in his eyes.

Slowly, Armaan moved closer to her, held her by the waist and gripped her tight.

He softly planted a kissed on her neck.

Neha closed her eyes, feeling it the tickling sensation on her neck.

He moved down using his tongue on one side of her neck and bit her.

She trembled a bit and he gripped tighter around her waist.

Neha straightened a bit as he gripped her.

She let out a soft moan, which made Armaan go wild.

He pushed her towards the wall, that's when Neha came back to her senses.

"What am I doing?" she thought.

He slowly walked towards her and place his both hands on both her sides, blocking her from getting away.

"So, should I assume you like what I'm doing to you?" he came closer to her.

Neha turned her face away from him.

Armaan laughed and all of a sudden his laugh faded away.

He looked her in the eye and moved his hands towards her neck.

He choked her with his strong hands and kissed her wild.

He slowly slid his tongue into her mouth and then bit her lips.

She moaned in pain.

Neha knew she couldn't defy him, so she gave in.

He slowly slid hid hands down from her neck to her chest.

He held her bust and squeezed them from top of her kurta.

She closed her eyes feeling the pain and the pleasure it gave her.

"Do I like it?" she thought.

He then kissed her again while he slid his hands under her pants.

She opened her eyes as the sudden sensation sent shivers down her spine.

He thrust his finger inside of her while he whispered in her ears "Do you like it baby?"

She moaned softly into his ears.

He went crazy wild and started stroking her faster.

She moaned and moaned and he didn't stop.

She was experiencing things that she never did before.

It was pain, pleasure, hate and love, all together.

She liked the feeling, but she hated him.

But suddenly he took out his hand.

She was not done, but he was a tease.

He liked to tease and torture her.

He looked at her and laughed "Save it for later" and gave a small peck on her lips before walking away, out of the door.

She stood there leaning on the wall, unable to comprehend what just happened.

She was too overwhelmed to move or talk or do anything.

She stood there in silence and thought "Why didn't I feel all this the first time? Was I taken away by hate? But I still hate him, then why do I feel like this?"

All these questions popped up on her mind, for which she had no answers.

She was frustrated because the sexual tension he left her with was taking toll on her.

"Ahgg! He could have finished it at least" she groaned to herself.

"Wait! Neha what the hell are you thinking!"

She finally gained her senses and got back to pack.

She felt this anger and happiness that she couldn't describe.

While she was packing, she saw a bag kept near her suitcase and seemed heavy.

"What is in this?" she thought to open it, but she realized that she shouldn't.

But curiosity won the tug of war and she decided to open it.

Neha lifted the bag, but it was kind of heavy.

"Alright" She murmered.

She opened the bag to find strange belts and chains in it.

She picked up on belt which she later realized were handcuffs.

"What is this for?" She thought.

She picked up more strips which looked like handcuffs and chokers, a stick with handcuffs on both sides "I've seen these somewhere…"

"Wait what?! These look like…"

She suddenly recalled the time when girls in her class were giggling and laughing about the obvious topic "SEX & SEX TOYS"

She recalled hearing about all these bars, chains, belts, chokers and even whips…

"SHIT…! So he's actually going to torture me"

Digging inside the bag, she found more toys and bead like things, which made her petrified.

Scared, she quickly packed those things back.

"He's going to kill me…I can't throw it away; he'll buy all of these again…I can't do anything about it…" She was screaming inside.

She started to imagine the things he would do to her…

"Oh my god..." It kind of turned her on, but terrified the hell out of her.

She imagined herself bonded in those belts and bars.

She imagined him coming for her. She couldn't move she sat their touching her body, imagining him touching and fondling her and herself standing helpless…

She didn't realize when her hands reached inside her pants, gently stroking and trying to finish what Armaan left behind.

That's when she heard footsteps approaching their room.

She quickly got up and got herself up.

"Heyyy!" It was Anjali, Neha's classmate and her best friend, after Vivek.

"Oh, Hey Anjali! how are you?" Neha asked shaking herself back to reality.

'"Why do you look so disheveled?" Anjali asked Suspiciousness in her tone.

"Um…" Neha hesitated, "I-I was packing you know. So I didn't expect you here. So…"

"Oh, Alright" Anjali came closer to Neha "Dude, are you okay? Like, you married a person whom you hate the most. I mean it's…I don't know…" Anjali said, unable to find words.

"I don't know how I feel Anjali…I'm going to Canada today and starting a new life. I don't know what to feel…" Neha really didn't know how she was feeling, especially after everything that happened today.

After a moment of silence, Neha asked about his best friend Vivek, "How's Vivek? He was not happy about my wedding…He didn't even show up"

"Yeah, He's definitely not happy with your marriage, especially because of him, your husband, the jackass" Anjali said anger clear in his voice.

Neha couldn't help, but laugh. It took her back to college times.

Nostalgia hit her like a truck and she knew she couldn't bring those times back.

Nostalgia hit her hard and she realized, only if she could do things differently, she would have ended up out of this house and not married to Armaan.

Only if she and Vivek perceived each other, the way everyone in the college saw them. But no, they were best of friends, nothing more and nothing less…

Neha let herself drown into the flashback, as Anjali blabbered about her life and other updates.