Mumbai.

Priti's POV,

Life is a circle that will rotate and stop at the same point from where it starts.

My life was nothing different. I was just a 16-year-old girl who was happy with a little family of mine, that contained three people.

Me, my Paa, and my little brother Piyush. who was six years younger than me.

We don't share any blood relation, Piyush's mother died giving birth to him due to some complexities during parturition, leaving three of us alone, and from then we three lived for each other

Everything was good, and we had a happy family, before He came into my life and everything changed.

My father met with an accident and got paralyzed, I had a 10-year-old brother to take care of but no source of money.

I was just sixteen years old to handle everything on my own, and on top of cherry, we didn't have relatives.

My Paa never let us feel vulnerable and provided us with everything he could but he got paralyzed leaving me and my brother all alone, without any comforting hand on our head.

My best friend Saveer helped me so much in that phase but I never wanted to be a burden on him, so I stopped taking help from him.

I had no one to call mine, who would help me without any benefit? But at that time I met him who was a real demon in the skin of a human being, but my childish love trapped me in the cage of the skeleton, who tormented me, and destroyed me.

I never thought, my one decision of choosing him would lead me to my distress.

That one decision changed my life, I always cursed myself not to listen to the inner voice of my heart, which was telling me to run away from him, to stay away from him.

But now what is the use of thinking about it, what I had done couldn't be redone, because I willingly chose to love him.

Maybe I was too blind to see his true colours.

Maybe I would have listened to my inner voice which was screaming at me that I was wrong.

If I had listened to it, Today I wouldn't have regretted my decisions this much, but now everything has fallen apart with nothing in my hands.

And with that burden, I am leaving this city.

I will run away from him, far away from my haunting past.

I lost my everything because of him my father, my little brother, and my first unborn child, I don't want to lose my second child too.

I don't want to get used by him anymore.

I am tired.

I know I am not ready for the consequences.

If he found me, he would kill me but it's better if he killed me rather than crushing my dignity again under his feet.

I am ready to die happily, It's better than getting forced by him.

I just feel disgusting with my body whenever I think that his wife would be waiting at his home, I feel ashamed of myself for behaving like a home wrecker and destroying another woman's life.

I am not a beautiful girl, If you say ugly it will suit me better, being dark skinned girl is always an issue in our society, but He was the one who made me feel beautiful about myself, and confident about my body, and he was the one who crushed everything, my pride too.

I never asked so much from God just a loving partner. but I got him. A devil.

I want to get away from him, anyhow and I will do it.

A woman's desire for revenge outlasts
With all her other emotions, she can do anything to seek her revenge.

I still remember his mother's words.

I never understood at that time why she said those things.

But now I can understand her. What we give others we will get that in return.

My so-called biological mother gave her pain and she returned that pain to me but in the most brutal way.

I will never forgive myself for being her daughter but was it in my hand that I was born through her womb?

I never thought in my whole life that his mother would descend this low for killing an unborn child only to take revenge on me.

How could she kill that little thing which was not even at fault? She knew the baby growing inside my belly was her son's blood, but still, she forced me to abort it.

My heart pains a lot after thinking about my first child.

I can't lose my second one.

I can't give those monsters a second chance to kill my second child.

I would be out of this city before he could catch me.

I glanced outside of the bus window and sighed in relief.

I was sitting on the bus going to my hometown Nashik.

Leaving the city of dreams Mumbai.

People around the country called it a dream city because Mumbai made so many people's dreams come true.

But for me, this city turned out an unending nightmare.

If today I can escape this nightmare, I will pray to God not to send me again here.

This city snatched so many things from me, that I never imagined.

I am scared if he got to know about me he would kill me, and worse he would force me again.

I have to escape from here. If not today then I could never escape him.

My thoughts broke when the bus halted midway and I moved my eyes to know what happened.

After five seconds I noticed that a bulky police inspector climbed inside the bus.

Maybe he came for ticket inspection I thought and kept quiet.

He started inspecting the passengers one by one and suddenly his gaze fell on me.

He glanced at me suspiciously, like I was a criminal or a goon but I didn't mind it.

I knew I looked like a mess with a crying face, tears-stained cheeks, smudged lipstick, and Maskara, anyone would think me a thief or a mental patient who ran away from the hospital.

Suddenly he began to walk towards me and my heartbeat fastened, my heart was getting alarming signs from it.

He stood beside me and questioned, "Do you have any problem, Miss?"

I held my bag near my chest tightly trying to stop my thudding heart and answered, "No."

"Get down from the bus I want to interrogate you."

My eyes shot up towards him, I was getting negative vibes from his words, and I was ready to neglect him, but a screeching sound of tires pulled my attention.

I peeked outside the bus window and silent tears streamed down my eyes.

There were at least ten cars in front of the bus blocking its way.

I got now why that bus was stopped midway by that inspector, It was a trap for me.

I am caught.

That inspector was here to stop that bus.

Tears began to flow out of my eyes blocking my view.

I clutched the scarf tightly which was wrapped around me and my small bag to my chest.

I closed my eyes, took a long breath to calm down my nerves, and opened them again to notice that the inspector was nowhere in sight.

Suddenly that bus went silent I don't want to admit it but I know the reason behind this sudden silence.

My mind was suggesting me 'beg him' and my heart was objecting to it.

My inner voice mocked me, 'Beg Priti, that's what a coward like you can do, beg him and give him all rights to kill your soul once again.'

I would not beg in front of him.

Gathering my fallen courage I glimpsed into his raged-filled dark forest eyes, without any fear in my teary orbs.

I didn't want to show him how much I was scared of him, but his one satisfied smile told me that he knew that I was afraid of him.

He smiled not genuinely but smile that gave me a bone-chilling warning like he was saying, 'Try me, Sweetheart and you know the consequences.'

I hate that nickname how I hate him.

He began to take predatory steps toward me and my breath hitched in my throat.

Every passenger inside that bus was looking at us, but I was sure that no one was going to interfere.

If I shouted for help too, it would be of no use.

I gulped down the lump which formed in my throat and stood up from my seat taking my bag with me to leave that bus, hoping to try my luck.

But I know I can't escape him, not today, not tomorrow, or maybe not in the future.

I was about to pass him when he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards himself saying enough loudly so that everyone could hear it and making me again characterless and ashamed in front of everyone.

Once a whore, always a whore.
But you know Sweetheart, I love whores.