Thriller The Story of Meera (Completed)

[Dungeon Master]

The sex scene in this update is particularly rough. This isn't my choice personally, but I wrote it for readers who are a into pain and stuff.

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It took almost a week for Meera to completely recover from her injuries.



“I’m ready for the next client,” Meera said to Adil.



Adil smiled at her. “This time there are two men who want you at once,” he said, “Would that be okay?”



Meera smiled and nodded.



“They have a special condition,” he said, “They want you blindfolded and gagged with earplugs, and want you suspended from the ceiling.”



“Wow!” Meera said in a dry sarcastic tone. Then she smiled and said, “I’ll be fine, Adil.”



Shabnam took her to a room where a hook had been arranged from the ceiling. There were scented candles burning in the room setting an erotic mood. Shabnam asked Meera to change into a sexy lingerie. Once Meera was dressed up, Shabnam cuffed her hands above her head and locked the cuff into the hook so Meera couldn’t break free. Then she put a ball gag onto her and locked it behind her head. Then she put the earplugs, cutting off any sound that would reach Meera. And finally, she tied a blindfold on her, drowning Meera into darkness.



Meera felt completely cut of from the world. There was no way she would know what was happening around her, there was no way she could communicate with the world. The sense of touch was the only sense left with her. She could feel the cool breeze caress her, but apart from that nothing. Only darkness. Silence. She had no idea how much time had passed since she had been hanging in oblivion. She was beginning to feel afraid now. With every passing minute her craving for human contact was rising. She made whatever incomprehensible sounds she could make through the gag, hoping that someone would hear and respond. But no one did.



And finally, she felt a touch. Two human hands cupped her breasts and rubber her nipples from over her bra. Then she felt another set of hands grabbing her ass. Meera moaned through her gag. The she felt a hand unclasp her bra letting her breasts hang free. And then someone pulled off her panties and she felt the cool breeze caress her most intimate parts. She felt fingers run lightly over her nipples. Her breasts were rising and falling rhythmically as she was breathing heavily. Then she felt someone lick her nipples, two tongues flicking on both her nipples at once. Meera felt a tingle in her pussy and closed her legs tightly trying to self-stimulate her pussy.



Two men were now sucking her breasts. She felt one of them slide a finger between her pussy lips feeling her wetness. Soon he inserted one finger inside and began to slide it in and out. Then another finger slipped inside her pussy. Meera realized that both the men had inserted on finger inside her pussy, and then she felt two more fingers inside her. Her pussy was being stretched by four fingers going in and out of her. And then the men added another finger each. Her pussy was now stretching painfully with 6 male fingers inside her. They continued sucking her nipples to keep her aroused as their ruthless fingering stretched her pussy. Meera was only praying for them to stop adding more fingers, but two more fingers were added, and now a total of 8 fingers were obscenely stretching her pussy. Meera screamed in pain but no one heard her. They continued with their cruel torture.



With all 8 fingers still inside her pussy, she now felt then inside one finger in her ass. They had used the lubrication of her pussy to coat the finger before inserting it in her ass. One more finger entered her ass. Meera was jerking wildly in pain, but her desperate movements to get away from them only caused her to impale herself into the invading fingers driving them deeper into her pussy and ass. Two more fingers entered her ass and Meera felt full and stretched like she had never felt before. The finger continued moving in and out of her brutally abusing her most intimate orifices.



And then suddenly all fingers were withdrawn. Meera was relieved for a moment, but her joy was transient. She felt two hands pinch and twist her nipples as she felt some hard object hit her ass. The twisting and pulling of her nipples caused painful and pleasurable sensations at the same time. Her pussy juices now began to run down her thighs. The spanking continued for a long time. At first, she counted the number of hits, but after sometime she lost count. Her ass had become red and sore.



She suddenly felt like her cuffs were being removed. And immediately her hands were cuffed behind her back. Her feet were now on the floor, and she was relieved that the pain in her wrists due to prolonged handing was gone. She felt two set of hands caress her naked body boldly. The she was dragged and pushed onto the bed. She felt two men crawl on either side of her. They made her open her legs and pinned her legs under the weight of their own. They started feeling her again, lightly touching her nipples till they became hard. And then she felt something. Some kind of drops, hot wax dripping on her breasts. The next moment she felt the same sensation in her pussy and yelped. But the men held her down and the continued dripping hot wax onto her boobs and pussy and watching her scream and writhe in pain. Meera had no choice but to take the torture for as long as they wanted to.



Finally, they stopped. One of the men lifted her and separated her ass cheeks so that the other man could insert his the tip cock inside her. Then he suddenly let go of her and caused her to impale herself on his cock. Meera screamed at the sudden invasion. She was only grateful to the fingering they had done earlier that he opened up her ass a little. And the other man then entered her pussy and both of them began to fuck her roughly. Meera had a sensory overload as she had two men in her at once. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear, she could only feel two cocks going roughly in and out of her. To add to her misery, the men began to roughly play with her nipples. The sensations were too much for her. She couldn’t take anymore, she tried to scream through her gag, she tired to push them away but she was too weak. But she kept struggling anyway, with all her strength till she felt lightheaded. The darkness in front of her eyes that she was drowning in suddenly turned to a bright light and she had another vision



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There was a newborn baby is Meera’s arms. The baby’s eyes were hazel, the same shade as that of Kabir. The baby smiled at Meera. Meera held the child to her bosom and felt a sense of calm.



And then some men barged into the room and snatched the baby from her arms. Meera tried to fight them, but they were too strong. The locked Meera in a room and left with the child. Meera screamed and banged the door but no one listened. There was a small window in the room. Meera could see an arid desert from the window.



Suddenly an old woman appeared behind her. She grabbed Meera with both her hands and spoke with a sense of urgency, “Your daughter is alive! She is a blessed angel!”



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And suddenly Meera jolted out of her vision. Shabnam undid her blindfold and removed her earplugs and gag.



“You OK, Meera?” she asked.



Meera was shaken, more due to the vision than the extreme sexual acts she had just been through. She just nodded at Shabnam.



Shabnam gave her a warm bath to soothe her body. Then she took Meera to her room where she could relax. A doctor was called to examine Meera to make sure that she is not seriously injured. The doctor prescribed some painkillers and advised her to rest.



Shabnam left the room leaving Meera alone. Meera just lay awake on her bed. She couldn’t sleep. The child and the woman’s words kept ringing in her ears.



Meera decided to visit Mithila. She just hoped that a psychiatrist would perhaps help her understand these visions and dreams she had been getting.



She booked a formal appointment and reached the hospital waiting to be called. When it was her turn, she was led into Mithila’s cabin.



“Hey Meera!” Mithila chirped in excitement on seeing Meera, “How have you been? It’s been days since I heard from you. I was so worried about you sweetheart, how are you?”



“I’m fine Mithila,” Meera said with a faint smile, “I’ve found myself a home.”



“That’s great!” Mithila said, “Where are you staying then?”



“Well…” Meera spoke with hesitation, “It is actually a brothel.”



Mithila's smile suddenly faded. “Hey girl,” Mithila said hugging Meera, “You don’t have to do this, you are so young, you have your whole life ahead of you…you could come stay with me.”



“This is the only real option I have Mithila,” Meera said, “I don’t have a family, no formal education and there are a bunch of criminals after my blood. Staying with you would mean putting your life in danger, and that’s the last thing I want. I have my reasons for doing what I am doing. I’ll be okay…”



Mithila had tears in her eyes. “My house is open to you if you ever want to come and stay with me…or maybe just visit sometimes.” she said.



“Thank you for your kind offer Mithila,” Meera said with a smile, “But you know, respectable women like you shouldn’t really be hanging out with whores. And I am ok…the folks back there are nice, they take care of me. At least I know I am safe with them. If I ever need your help, I’ll come visit you at the hospital, like I’ve come today…there is something I wanted to talk about with you.”



“Sure, tell me,” Mithila said holding Meera’s hands.



“Mithila, I..uh..” Meera hesitated, “I had a sort of vision…or a memory, I don’t know…I saw a new born baby in my arms, and an old lady telling me that my daughter is alive…I can hardly sleep now, I’m just so eager to know…was it real? Or just my imagination?”



Mithila listened to her patiently and took a deep breath. “I am sorry I didn’t tell you earlier Meera,” Mithila said, “But the night I found you, I had a gynecologist assess your general condition. She said there are signs on your body that you’ve borne a child. But your state of mind was so vulnerable back then, I didn’t want to put excess burden on you.”



“Kabir never mentioned anything about a child to me,” Meera said as a tear rolled down her cheek, “Could you do something Mithila? Like hypnotize me or something, just make me remember! If my baby is out there alone…I wanna find her!”



“We could try,” Mithila said, “But you know Meera, I myself am so afraid to try to recover your memories, it’s like digging up skeletons, God knows what fresh hell you might unearth. You’ve already been through so much, I really don’t want to see you suffer more…”



Meera said with a weak smile, “I’ve already been through so much, what could be worse?”



Mithila thought for a moment and finally agreed.



“Come here, and lie down,” Mithila said guiding Meera to lie down on a recliner chair and sat down next to her holding her hand.



Mithila dimmed the lights of the room.



“Close your eyes and focus on your breathing,” Mithila said, “Don’t let any thoughts enter your mind, just breathe calmly.”



Mithila observed the Meera had relaxed considerably, and she was lying peacefully, breathing quietly.



“Try to think about the time just before you arrived in Mumbai, what do you see?” Mithila asked.



“I’m in a dark place,” Meera said, “Kabir is there with me, he is holding my hand…we are moving…and there’s this revolting stench…that’s making me sick...it’s like…we are in a garbage truck…Kabir is holding me firmly trying to pacify me…there is a small crack through which there’s a beam of light coming in…I try to look through it…we are on a road, a desert road…there is a road sign…”



Meera appeared agitated. Her eyeballs were rapidly moving under her closed eyelids. Mithila held her hand firmly and said, “What does the sign say?”



“Its..a name Lahbab…Kabir is saying something to me…he’s saying, “Hold on a little longer my love, we’ll be reaching the harbour soon.”



“That’s it, you are on the right track Meera, perhaps this is the memory about your escape,” Mithila said, “Now try to go a little backwards in time, and see if you can remember anything about a child.”



“A child…yes, I see a new born child, in my arms…the same child I saw before…it’s a little girl, her eyes hazel…No! No! They took her from me…now they are dragging me somewhere…and I hear that voice again…that old lady…she is saying the same thing again – ‘your daughter is alive. She is a blessed angel.’…what are they doing…some men are here, they are holding me down, I want to break free, but their grip is so strong, they are holding my hands and legs…I can’t move…”



Mithila noticed that Meera was alarmingly agitated.



“Okay, Meera…just breathe, you are okay, you are not in danger anymore,” Mithila said, “Open your eyes slowly, let’s stop for now…”



“NO!” Meera screamed, “I can’t move, I can’t move…they are holding me down…one of those men, I know him, I’ve seen him before…he is…I don’t know, I am very afraid of him…he is standing in the dark and he is commanding the men who are holding me, one of those men...he is holding something in his hand…it’s a tattoo gun…the man standing in the dark, he is saying something to the man with the tattoo gun…he is saying, “Write it in a language that she can read, I want her to remember for the rest of her life what a whore she has been, and her punishment has only begun...” and now…that guy...he is writing something on my breasts…it hurts…and they are doing something between my legs…inserting something…it is cold…it hurts a lot…IT BURNS! I can’t move…I can’t scream…MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!”



Meera began to scream hysterically.



“Snap out of it Meera!” Mithila said shaking her firmly.



But Meera couldn’t. She was like trapped in a painful memory and just couldn’t snap out of it. Mithila instantly called for assistance. Meera writhed in the chair struggling with a traumatic memory and all of a sudden, she collapsed. Mithila rushed to towards her and was horrified when she felt no pulse. Meera wasn’t breathing either.



Without losing time, Mithila started CPR. The nurses and other assistants arrived quickly and Meera was shifted to ICU for resuscitation. After intensive efforts by the doctors, Meera’s heart finally started beating again. She was kept under observation for some time.



When her condition stabilized, Mithila went to see her.



“I told you it was dangerous,” Mithila said.



“I got another glimpse of my baby,” Meera said trying to smile under her oxygen mask, “Every bit of it was worth it.”



“Meera, we don’t even know if those were real memories,” Mithila said angrily, “And I am never doing this again. Do you even realize that just happened here? Your heart just stopped! I can’t even imagine the intensity of the trauma that can make a 20-year old’s heart just stop. And I never want you to venture there ever again.”



“I just want to find my baby…” Meera said.



“At what cost Meera?” Mithila argued.



“I’ve already lost Kabir,” Meera said, “If my baby is alive somewhere…she needs me…I wanna be there for her, she would give meaning to my life…”



“You won’t be of any help to your child if you are dead,” Mithila said trying to talk some sense into Meera, “If your memories are meant to return, let them come naturally to you. Don’t push it, you hear me?”



Meera nodded. The she just turned to one side and closed her eyes.



“Meera, I can’t even imagine your pain,” Mithila said fondling her head, “But I truly care about you, I just want you to be safe.”



Meera just smiled weakly at her and closed her eyes again.

The starting of update was very hot, i very much enjoyed the BDSM scene, the words really put life in the scene. And meera has got a real kick from the pain, Her character has traits of masochist.

Another twist in the story, now meera has 2 motives in her life, to avenge kabir's life and to find her baby.

For kabir, she has done deals with the devil, aka Adil. and for her daughter, she needs helps from the angel, aka her savior mithilia.

I really loved the part of the update, where mithilia hypnotized meera to relive her memory, as i have many psychology journals, it is surely a technique where patient is forced to relive a memory from the past.

The scene of meera's past memory was so much thrilling, also the events of meera's past memories is like a cake aka desert in this whole story. i love them so much, they are always thrilling.

Lets see what next parts contain...

 

[Dungeon Master]

“You look stunning,” Adil approached Meera as she was putting on her makeup.



Meera finished putting on her lipstick and stood up to face him. She smiled that him, and Adil was mesmerized for a moment. She was wearing a pastel pink-colored saree with a mild shimmer to the fabric. She completed her look with light makeup and let her beautiful hair hang down her shoulders.



“So, this client,” Adil said composing himself, “He seems nice…but there’s something off about him. I mean, he is too nice. I sense this guy has a sadistic streak. I really don’t know what he is going to do, but I am not getting a good feeling about him. Just a heads up, ok?”



“As long as he doesn’t kill me,” Meera said with a smile, “I’ll be fine.”



“Take care,” Adil said as he walked her to the car that would take her to the hotel where the client was waiting.



Meera walked up to his room. The man opened the door for her. He was a charming man, tall, fair and handsome in his early forties. He had a classy aura about him. He greeted her politely and led her inside.



“Would the lady care for a drink?” he asked as he poured himself some scotch.



“I’m fine,” she said, “Thank you.”



“Oh no, I insist,” he said pouring her a glass, “Drinking alone is no fun.”



Meera reluctantly held the glass and took a sip.



“What’s your name?” the man asked with an irresistible charm.



“Natasha,” Meera replied.



“I mean your real name,” the man asked.



“You can call me whatever your wish Sir,” Meera replied with a nervous smile.



“So, you don’t wanna tell me,” the man said with a sly smile, “I guess, we’ll have to do with Natasha for now. You are beautiful Natasha…and I mean it, you have this interesting innocence of your face. I would only pray that it stays that way forever. Btw, call me Siddharth. That’s my name.”



“Thank you, Siddharth,” Meera replied nervously.



“Why are you nervous?” he asked.



Meera didn’t know what to say. The man sensed her hesitation and walked up to her. He ran his fingers through her hair and gently lifted her in his arms and started walking towards the bed.



“Don’t be afraid,” he said lovingly touching her cheek, “I won’t make you do anything that you don’t want to. I am a lonely man and I just wanted company for the night you know, something we both would enjoy. I really love seeing a smile on my partner’s face, it makes me feel good.”



Meera relaxed a bit. But Adil’s warning was still ringing in her ears. This man was too nice.



He dimmed the lights of the room and undressed himself and got on top of her. He started showering her with kisses. Meera closed her eyes and moaned.



“I know it is difficult,” he said, “to actually ‘feel’ anything with making love to a stranger, but when I think of you as more than just a body, I feel like I can connect with you.”



He pulled off her saree, exposing her well fitting blouse. It lined her breasts beautifully. He undid the hooks one by one exposing her beautiful boobs. Shabnam had covered up her degrading tattoo with foundation. He began kissing and licking her boobs. Meera felt a pleasurable sensation rising in her body and she felt herself melting.



“There is so much more to you that your body,” he said licking her nipple, “I wish to make love to your soul.”



He cupped her breasts in both hands and squeezed gently. He stroked both her nipples with the lightest of touches, carefully studying her expressions. Meera’s eyes were closed as she threw her head back and moaned.



“You like that?” he asked sensually nibbling her ear.



“Yes,” she gasped.



“Loosen the string of your petticoat so I can feel you down there,” he whispered I her ear.



He smiled at how eagerly she obeyed him. He understood that she was also desperate to be touched. He now pulled off her saree and petticoat completely. He rubbed her perfectly waxed pussy from over her panties till he could see a wet spot. He removed her panties and smiled as he observed her naturally open her legs. He sensually touched her inner thighs, and ran his fingers lightly on her ass. Meera arched her back and clasped the bedsheet with her slender fingers, and she moaned wanting more.



The man touched the tip of his cock on her pussy and she moaned. He began to sensually rub his hardness on her pussy as he held her face between his palms and made her look straight into his eyes. He watched her desire build up and her eyes were begging him to enter her. He slowly began to enter her pussy with such sensual movements that he watched her drown in pleasure. Once her was all the way inside her, he withdrew a bit and entered again. Meera closed her eyes and moaned and the sensation of slow sex was driving her crazy. Very few men she had been with had this kind of patience; this man, he seemed to be enjoying this slow torture. As his hardness rubbed against her wet pussy with such a slow pace, she could feel each and every inch of him inside her. It was a sensation she hadn’t experienced in a long time. He was being so loving and gentle, Meera had surrendered herself completely.



With every stroke, the sexual tensions build up craving for a release. He could read Meera’s face, her desire was crystal clear. She wanted him, she wanted to orgasm on his cock and squeeze his seed into her. And finally, she couldn’t take anymore. Meera felt an orgasm hit her body, thrusting her hips forward, and the insides of her pussy contracted rhythmically around the man’s shaft. She wrapped her hips around the man’s waist as she came. She was drowning in ecstasy, she never realized that she whispered “Kabir” in the man’s ear.



“Who is Kabir?” the man asked with a smile.



“No one,” she said realizing her mistake, “I’m sorry…”



“It’s ok, you can tell me,” the man said gently twirling a strand of her hair, “You are only human.”



“I’m really sorry Sir,” Meera apologized again, “I didn’t mean to…”



“Hey, girl,” he said cupping her face and looking straight into her eyes as he fucked her slowly, “Its ok, tell me.”



Meera just closed her eyes just hoping for him to finish soon. She still felt his cock sensually teasing her pussy, but now she was overcome with feeling of shame and guilt.



“Do you love Kabir?” the man asked.



Meera suddenly became very tearful. The man enjoyed how her breasts rose and fell erratically as she sobbed. Her hips still moved rhythmically as he fucked her. He could see an interesting mixture of sexual pleasure and emotional pain on her face.



“What happened to Kabir?” the man asked.



“Please…I don’t wanna talk about him,” Meera begged as she began to cry bitterly.



“I’m just curious,” the man said, as he started rubbing her nipples heightening her sexual pleasure, “I loved to feel you cum on my cock taking your lover’s name. For a whore like you, a cock is a cock right, doesn’t matter whose.”



Meera was completely crushed under the painful memory of Kabir’s loss and losing the battle against her body’s arousal. “He dead!” she said bitterly looking into the man’s eyes hoping to end the talk about Kabir.



“Good for me,” the man said with an evil smile, “If he was alive, I wouldn’t get to fuck this gorgeous body, would I? Why don’t you cum on my cock once again?” He began to fuck her harder as he neared his orgasm. “How does my cock feel inside your cunt? As good as Kabir or better?” he asked.



“SHUT UP!” Meera screamed, “JUST SHUT UP!” She began to cry bitterly. She covered her face with her palms.



“Wow, that is some intense bonding I see here!” he said noticing the diamond ring on her finger, “Did he give you that ring?”



Meera didn’t respond. She felt broken from within. She just kept her face covered with her palms and waited for him to finish so she could leave. The man smiled at her helplessness. He was a sadist who enjoyed emotionally torturing others, watching them break from within. Just as he was about to cum, he withdrew his cock and splashed his cum on her face and hair. He made sure her precious ring gets a good coating of his cum.



He smiled at Meera’s tearful face.



“Get up whore,” he said roughly pulling Meera by her hair, “I want you to lick my cum clean, start with your precious ring.”



Meera could not stop crying.



The man enjoyed every bit of her plight. He looked at her helpless face with a devilish grin. “Do it, NOW!” he growled.



Meera knew she had no choice. She licked the man’s cum off her ring. She felt her heart break into a million pieces. The man watched he lick all the cum from her lover’s ring as tears continuously flowed from her eyes. The man hadn’t hurt her physically. Without even a scratch on her, he had completely shattered her. She was visibly trembling due to the pain caused by his emotional torture.



The man smiled to see that there was still some semen on her neck and in her hair. He then messed up her hair with his fingers. He placed a thumb on her lips and smeared her lipstick. He loved how the smeared lipstick and fresh cum in her hair made her look like a used slut. He tore her blouse from the sides so the breasts would be indecently exposed when she would wear it. He then stuffed her panties in her mouth, and said “Keep them in your mouth and enjoy the taste of your slutty juices.”



“You look like a used whore you know, which you actually are by the way, just let everyone have a good look at you as you go. I am sure a lot of men will cum in their pants thinking about the good fucking you just got,” he said in a sweet devilish voice lifting her chin to have a good look at her miserable face and said “I wish your lover boy could see you like this.”



Meera was drained emotionally. She quietly put on whatever was left of her blouse and draped her saree with a trembling hand. The man roughly pushed her out of his room like he was throwing trash and slammed the door behind her. She spat out the panties he had forced in her mouth and cried on the floor or the corridor bitterly. She cried all along the way till she reached Emerald Palace. She walked straight into her room. She entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. She wept constantly as she washed herself clean. She took the ring off her finger and kissed it.



“I’m sorry Kabir, please don’t hate me…” she said amongst her tears.



She came out wearing a clean a loose T shirt and a pair of shorts and lay down on her bed. She hugged a pillow and wept silently. There was a knock on her door and Adil entered.



“You OK Meera?” he asked.



Meera sat up on the bed quickly wiping off her tears. “Yes, I’m fine,” she said, “Thanks for asking.”



Adil noticed her red and swollen eyes. He walked up to her and sat down next to her and cupped her face. “You don’t look OK,” he said, “Did the client hurt you?”



Meera shook her head and wiped a tear.



“I haven’t seen you this shaken ever,” Adil said rubbing her back to comfort her, “Not even after that psycho tried to strangulate you.”



“I don’t care if they hurt my body, but this guy…he went straight for my heart, whatever is left of it…” Meera said wiping her tears. Then she put up a brave smile and said, “It’s a part of the job though, whores have no souls. I’ll get over it.”



“If there is anything you need to talk about,” Adil said holding her hand, “I’m always there, you know that right?”



“I know Adil,” she said kissing his cheek, “You are a good man. God bless you!”



“You take care girl,” he said, “By the way, I’m holding your money for you. You’ve made more money in a week than most girls do in several months. If you need it, just let me know.”



“I had promised Aryan 20% for my first three deals. Please give him the money out of my share,” Meera said.



“Sure,” Adil replied.



“Adil,” Meera said, “Can I ask for a favor?”



“Sure,” Adil said, “What do you need?”



“Do you know any…uh…hitmen?” Meera asked with hesitation.



“Why do you need hitmen?” Adil asked narrowing his gaze.



“I want a bunch of people murdered,” Meera said bitterly, “The guys who killed Kabir and raped me.”



Adil thought for a while and took a deep breath. “Yes, I know someone who could do the job,” he said.



“I’ll speak to Aryan about finding out their current location,” Meera said.



“Sure,” Adil said.



“What about the police?” Meera asked, “Could they cause trouble?”



Adil smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “The men I employ for this kind of dirty work keep a low profile and know how to cover their tracks. They’ve killed many people and have never been caught so far, and even if they do get caught, they would never spill a name. We are a very organized group Meera, and I have connections at high places, even with the police,” he said lovingly brushing her hair, “I did a background check on you as well before I took you in, and I know you killed Ajeet Rathod. I don’t blame you, the way they treated you was worse than animals. You are a sweet girl Meera, and I’ll do everything in my power to protect you.”



Meera smiled and hugged him lovingly.



Next day, Adil walked into her room with a phone.



“I have spoken to the best hitman I know; his name is Suhail,” Adil said, “Only use this phone to contact him. You need to pay him 50% of the agreed amount upfront, and other 50% after the job is done.”



“Thank you, Adil,” Meera said with a smile as she took the phone and locked it safely in a drawer.



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A week later she got a phone call from Aryan.



“I have the location of the pigs that you’ve been looking for,” Aryan said, “Shakeel’s gang is hiding in a house at Ambernath. I’m sending you their pictures and the address.”



Meera hung up the call and called up Suhail.



“I am sending you 4 photographs and their location,” Meera said.



“You want all four of them killed?” Suhail asked.



“No,” Meera said, “I just want you and your men to capture them, and tie them up. I will kill them myself.”



“One hour,” Suhail said and hung up.



Meera waited for an hour and got into her car. She began drive to the location Aryan had sent. She stopped on the way at a petrol pump and filled up a can with petrol. The she continued driving till she reached the location. It was an old abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. She parked the car, picked up the petrol can and walked into the house.



She smiled to see that Suhail and his gang had done to job assigned to them. Shakeel and 4 of his gang members had been dragged to the basement of the house. The hands were tied behind their backs, and their legs were tied to each other in such a way that they couldn’t run.



“I am sorry Meera,” Shakeel begged, “Please don’t kill us, please…”



Meera just smiled and walked up to him and doused him in petrol. Once he realized what she was about to do, he began to scream hysterically, “NO! NO! NO! Don’t do this please…” he begged.



Meera walked towards the other three men and doused them with petrol. She was smiling calmly, and she started singing a soft melody, as the men screamed in horror. She effortlessly ignored their pleas for mercy.



When Shakeel realized his pleas won’t work he began threatening her. “You think you’ll get away with this whore?” he shouted, “Just wait till my brothers find out, they will stab your stinking whore cunt till you fucking die!”



Meera smiled and continued her singing.



Once he realized his death was inevitable, he looked at Suhail and begged, “Brother! Please brother, shoot us! Please…she is going to burn us alive, please give us a quick death brother please shoot us!”



Suhail just stood with his hands folded. Meera walked in circles around the horrified men. The anticipation of their impending horrifying death made them even more miserable. But Meera didn’t respond to their crying, begging or threats. She just kept singing a soft hymn.



She sat down on a chair in front of them and lit a cigarette. She kept singing her sweet song as she looked into the eyes of each one of them relishing the fear and the helplessness. When she was bored of the view, she casually flicked her cigarette towards then, setting all four of them ablaze at the same time. She eerily continued with her singing as the men screamed. She watched them getting roasted alive. Her eyes growled with devilish pleasure. She kept singing as the screams eventually died down and four charred bodies were lying before her. Her song was now the only voice heard in the room.



She then walked up to Suhail and handed him over the rest of the money.



“Make sure no one finds their bodies,” she said to him and walked out of the house.



Meera got into her car and drove off. On her way back she kept singing the same song over and over again.



****************************************



Once she was back at the Emerald Palace, she called up Aryan.



“I have another job for you,” Meera said, “I am sending you a picture, her name is Sharon. I want the location of Sharon and her entire family.”

This update was the best update uptill now, it has all the parts of human emotions. It showed numerous depth meera's character has, amount of love and pain, she carries in her heart.

Now that she has killed shakeel, she has formed kind of a gang for herself, she has people working for her, she has shields from police and law enforcements.

when she killed these four men, the scene literally was reeking from horror from the upcoming death, a song sang by the reaper. it felt super satisfying, loved it.

meera's has black and white traits in her character, someone every kind of man is attracted to her, her face and body seems innocent and sensual but her spirit is fierce and dangerous.

Lets see how story unfolds in next parts.

 

[Dungeon Master]

3 months passed by. Meera now had enough money to buy a house and a car. She left Emerald palace to move into her new apartment. For the first time in many days, she felt free and happy. She continued to work for Adil. Her tolerance for pain and extreme sexual acts earned her a lot of money.



Aryan received a phone call. It was Meera.



“Yes, Meera,” he said, “Tell me.”



“Any update on Sharon?” she asked.



“Well,” Aryan said, “She is a slippery one. The news is that her mother passed away due to an illness a few days ago. Now she has 2 younger siblings to take care of. But she had fled with her siblings. My men are looking for her now. No one seems to know where exactly she may have gone, that’s why it is taking time. The social media profiles of her siblings are under the scanner. I am sure one of them will slip up and give up their new location. But I’ll let you know as soon as I have concrete information.”



“Alright...” she said, “Where are you right now?”



“At home,” he said, “Why do you ask?”



“Because you are coming over for dinner tonight at my place, right now,” Meera said.



“Thanks Meera,” he said politely, “But it’s really not necessary.”



“Drop you act Aryan and get out of your house,” she ordered him, “I’m waiting for you outside.”



Aryan reluctantly got out of his house. He was surprised to see Meera driving a brand-new car. She looked so happy; she was grinning from ear to ear.



“How’s my new car?” she asked beaming with excitement.



“She is a beauty,” he said.



“Well, then hop in!” she chirped.



Aryan got into the car and Meera drove off. She was still learning to drive; her hands were a bit jittery.



“Business has been great,” Meera said jubilantly, “I’ve never seen so much money in my life, and now I can buy stuff that I like…Adil totally loves me! He says I’ve made him more money than any other girl he’s had. We are like making a fortune together. I am his top girl now and he has reserved me for the most elite clients. And Adil’s got this money laundering system in place for me. Technically, now I own a company that manufactures mops. Can you believe I am actually paying taxes! And I’ve bought this awesome car from the honest tax paid income I earned from selling mops.”



“That’s a lot of awesomeness happening there!” Aryan said with a bright smile.



“Wait till you see my new house,” she said barely containing her excitement, “It’s amazing! It’s got this beautiful view of the sea like I always wanted!”



Aryan was quietly smiling at her.



She led him to her new apartment on 22nd floor of a skyscraper. It was evening by then, and they could see the sun slowly set in the Arabian sea. The city lights came to life and the city began to gleam below.



“Isn’t the view amazing!” she gasped holding the balcony railing.



“It is indeed,” Aryan said looking straight at her with a smile.



Meera blushed. She walked gracefully towards him. Her eyes were moist with emotion. “Aryan, today, I have everything that I dreamed of…and I..” she choked her eyes getting tearful, “I’m just so happy, and I just wanted to share my joy with someone…and you are the only person I could think of…I just want you to stay for the evening, have dinner with me…and just hold me. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, just be with me, it’s just that I am so happy today…and I didn’t want to be alone. Just tonight…and you can go in the morning…”



Then she took a deep breath getting a hold of her emotions, and smiled bravely. Then she lovingly touched his cheek and asked, “I hope I’m not asking for anything unreasonable.”



Aryan pulled her close and gave her a warm hug, “I would be my pleasure to be with you,” he said.



Meera was really happy that evening. She showed him around her new house. Her flat was furnished with exquisite furniture, and was decorated beautifully. He noticed a huge collection of books she had on all kinds of topics.



“So, you’ve been reading?” Aryan asked looking at her books.



“Yeah,” she said with a bright smile, “I love to read. I never got a chance to go to school or college but somehow, I can read and write. Maybe someone kind-hearted taught me, I can barely remember. So, I just try to educate myself by reading as much as I can in my free time.”


Aryan noticed a photo frame with a picture of Meera and Kabir. He picked up the frame and smiled. "That's a beautiful picture," he said.


Meera smiled weakly. "It is for night's I can't sleep, I just hold this frame to my heart, and...I just feel a little better," she said.


Aryan smiled and hugged her.



Later that evening, the had dinner together and Meera and the led him to the bedroom.



She made him sit on the bed and started running her hands on his body. She realized that he was hesitant.



“You don’t have to have sex with me,” she said with a smile, “I just want to hold you…if that’s ok?”



“Hey Meera,” he said roughly pulling her onto his lap, “Don’t overthink, come here.”



He locked lips with her gently running his fingers through her hair.



“I wanna show you something,” she said, her eyes glowing with excitement and she slipped her dress off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor, revealing her perfect body. “The tattoos, do you see a difference?” she asked.



“Yes,” Aryan said, “The look fainter.”



“I’ve been undergoing laser treatments for tattoo removal. Mithila introduced me to a good dermatologist,” Meera said, “I’ve had two sessions so far, and they are already so much fainter! The doctor says in another 6-7 sessions they will be gone completely! The thought itself makes me so happy…I’m going to be truly free Aryan, then...no one will look at my body and think dirty things…”



Aryan noticed both joy and sorrow in Meera’s eyes. He truly admired how she had managed to fight her way through such extreme circumstances. He swept her off her feet and put her down on the bed and pulled her closer. He cozied her up with a blanket. Meera rested her head on his arms and snuggled closer.



“I never had dirty thoughts about you, you know,” he said running his finger through her hair, “When I look at you, all I can see is a fighter.”



“You know Aryan,” she said, “I have nothing to hide from you. You know everything about me, my weakness, my vulnerabilities, my scars, my shame…I’m all naked, bare before you. And yet you treat me with so much respect…that’s why you are so special for me.”



“I don’t know everything about you Meera,” Aryan said kissing her forehead, “But whatever I do know, makes me truly admire you.”



Meera smiled.



“Let me please you Meera…” Aryan said as he started kissing her neck. Meera threw her head backwards arching her neck for him.



He nibbled her ear and licked her neck with such a skill at almost surprised her. He showered kisses on her collar bones and moved lower towards her full breasts. He flicked his tongue on her right nipple and planted deep kissed all over her breasts. Meera was moaning in pleasure. Her tender fingers clasped the bedsheet as she arched her back in arousal. Aryan gently cupped her breasts on both her hands and gentle squeezed them. Suddenly Meera squealed.



Aryan noticed that her body had small bumps at several places. He gently rubbed it with his thumb and found a nasty bruise under a layer of foundation.



He shot her a sharp look and asked, “What is this Meera?”



“It’s just from a client I was with three days ago…” she said trying to brush it off with a smile, “It’s nothing, really.”



“You just said you hid nothing from me,” Aryan said sounding upset.



“Of course, Aryan,” she said lovingly touching his cheek, “You know the kinda work I do, right?”



“But why did you feel the need to cover it up?” Aryan said.



“It’s just not pretty,” Meera said calmly, “I didn’t want to turn you off.”



Aryan didn’t say anything. He just rolled over and lay down on his back next to her.



Meera snuggled up close to him and ran he hand over his chest gently and said, “All kind of wierdos come to me you know. There was this client, his girlfriend left him for another guy, and he was just angry. He had this weird demand that he wanted me dressed up in her clothes, and dress my hair the way she does, and he kept calling me by her name…” Meera said.



Aryan still didn’t respond.



“He asked me to apologize, beg for forgiveness for cheating on him, like he would have wanted his ex-girlfriend to do,” Meera said with a chuckle, “He just wanted to vent his anger, beat and punch me to his heart’s content, and then there was anal sex…there is always anal with these angry types…I don’t know some kinda obsession I guess, or the think of it as some kinda punish…”



“He punched you?” Aryan said looking straight into her eyes with a hint of anger.



“Just a couple of times,” Meera said, “Not too hard, I’m OK Aryan, these bruises, they’ll be gone in a few days.”



“Meera! The guy has been punching you, there could be internal injuries! Why does Adil send you to such psychos?” Aryan said now looking visibly angry.



“Adil is a sweetheart,” Meera said, “He does this on my request. I asked to be a pain slut. These sadistic psychos, they pay a fortune. How do you think I got so rich so soon? I am...adequately compensated for this...pain. And you know how much I need this money, don’t you? And Adil takes good care of me, he has me looked at by a doctor after every session to make sure I am not seriously injured. And I’m…”



Aryan cut her off as he locked lips with her. They kissed passionately for a moment.



“Come here,” he said tugging her hand and led her to the bathroom. He pulled off her panties and stripped her naked. “Let’s me see the real you,” he said as he turned on a warm shower.



Meera stood quietly as the makeup washed off her body. Aryan sighed when he realized it wasn't just one bruise that she had tired to hide. There were a dozen of bruises and welts on her body. She lowered her gaze not wanting to look at Aryan. He placed a finger under her chin and made her look up. Her eyes were red and tearful. There was a large bruise on her right cheek as well. The shower washed off her tears, but Aryan could see so much pain and her face that she was desperately trying to hide.



“This is the Meera I want,” he said cupping her face in his palms, “The girl who bravely fought a million battles and is yet so graceful.”



He began to draw her a warm bath. He added soothing aromatic oils to the bath. He lifted her in his arms and gently put her into the bathtub. He could now see each and every bruise and welt on her body that she had so meticulously concealed.



Meera was in tears. “I am sorry, Aryan…I didn’t mean it to be like this…I..” she said in a breaking voice as she tried to fight her tears.



“Shhhhhh it’s ok,” Aryan said lovingly fondling her head, “Just close your eyes and breathe.”



He helped Meera rest her head back and took a bath sponge and ran it gently over her body. He could see her body relax slowly and the warm water soothed her pain. He looked at her face, she had a calm expression on her face. He ran the sponge down her shoulders onto her breasts, lightly rubbing her nipples. Meera let out a faint moan. Then he gently held her feet as he scrubbed them lightly.



Meera suddenly opened her eyes and tried to gently pull away. “Aryan please…you don’t have to…I'm not worthy...” she said.



“Let me decide what you are worth. So just shut up and let me do what I am doing,” Aryan said firmly enough to calm her protests.



He scrubbed her feet and ran the sponge gently up her legs and thighs and brushed lightly on her pussy sending a tingle up her belly. He drained the water from the bathtub and ran a warm shower to wash her clean. Then he wrapped her in a towel, gently lifted her and put her down on the bed.



He got on top of her without putting any weight on her and showered her with gentle kisses. He was treating her like a delicate flower. And then he parted her legs and kissed her pussy.



“Aryan no…you really don’t have to…” Meera protested weakly.



“Didn’t I just tell you to shut up?” Aryan replied sharply.



Meera just lay quietly on the bed letting him do what he wanted to. She left him lick her pussy lips and his hands gently rested on her inner thighs, stroking them occasionally with the lightest of touch. She shuddered as she felt him flick his tongue on her clit. His skillful stimulation made her pussy juices gush. She moaned as she felt him gently nibble her pussy lips. She began to breathe heavily as he held her clit between his lips and sucked lightly. Her moaning assured him of how much pleasure he was giving her. Meera was floating in an erotic high. And this time, along with a sexual sensation, she had an emotional assurance that Aryan is not going to hurt her like other men did, he is not going to call her dirty names to degrade her. She knew she was safe with him, she knew he was not going to punish her for surrendering to her desires, he was not going to cause her pain. He was being so kind, so gentle…she knew he wasn’t going to make her cry or scream for his pleasure. He was just trying to make her happy. As she felt him push his tongue inside her pussy and wiggle it softly, she felt waves of organ rush though her. This was perhaps the most intense orgasm she had as her body melted in sheer pleasure.



She just lay with her eyes closed for a moment. When she opened her eyes, Aryan was lying next to her smiling at her.



She hugged him tightly in her arms. She didn’t say anything to him but she broke down into tears. Aryan held her close and showered her with kisses. Meera wasn’t speaking a word, but Aryan could see her emotional starvation in her eyes. He knew she was missing Kabir, but she just didn’t dare to say it. He could feel her emptiness and loneliness. He could see gratitude in her eyes for his kindness.



Soon enough Meera composed herself, and brought back her bubbly smile on her lips. She winked at him and began to reach for his pants, “Now my turn,” she said playfully.



Aryan smiled and pulled her hand away, “No, not today,” he said.



“But why?” she asked, “I want to..”



“Some other time,” he said kissing her forehead. Then he softly touched her bruised cheek and said, “You are hurt Meera, I want you to rest and recover first. Then I am all yours.”



Meera smiled and hugged him.



“And one more thing,” Aryan said, “You don’t have to pay me anymore for any work that I do for you.”



Meera suddenly got worried, “Why?” she asked, “Your work is not easy and you deserve to be paid.”



“Maybe I do, but never at the cost of this,” Aryan said touching her bruises, “I can only imagine the pain…I can’t be doing this to you, Meera. If this is how you are making money, I really can’t take it. My conscience won’t let me.”



“Hey Aryan…It’s..” Meera said.



“This is not open to discussion,” Aryan said, “My word if final on this matter, take it or leave it.”



Meera’s eyes filled with tears. She was touched at how deep his understanding was.



“You know Aryan, I feel so connected to you. But I hardly know you, sometimes I wish I knew more about you,” Meera said snuggling closer to him.



“Well,” Aryan said, “You know my name, you know where I live, what I do, you have my contact details…what more do you wanna know?”



“I don’t know,” she said, “Maybe something more…”



“Well,” Aryan said, “I am 26 years old, I am a vegetarian, I love sports, cricket especially, I used to play basketball in my college days, I listen to rock music, I love to travel, I smoke and drink occasionally and I really love coffee and vanilla ice-cream.”



Meera smiled and kissed him.



“I mean the real stuff,” Meera said, “I mean about your family, and how did you end up in this profession…”



“I don’t have a family Meera,” Aryan said, “I live alone and I do this work because the pay is damn good.”



“What about a girlfriend?” Meera said teasing him, “You’ve got this tattoo of the letter ‘S’ on your wrist. Does her name start with S?”



“This is S just for my last name, Sinha,” Aryan said.



“Liar, liar pants on fire,” Meera said cheerfully, “Don’t tell me a devilishly handsome guy like you with these super cute dimples doesn’t have a girlfriend!”



“Would you believe me if I told you I was gay?” Aryan replied with a naughty smile.



Meera laughed aloud, “You are not gay, Aryan!” she said.



“How do you know?” Aryan said playfully, “How many gays do you actually know Meera?”



“Well,” she snuggled close and whispered in his ear, “Gays are not this good at eating pussy.”



She blushed and rolled over. Aryan smiled and pulled her closer and kissed her neck and shoulder breathing in her scent.



“Aryan…” Meera spoke with hesitation, “There’s something I wanted to share with you…”



“Go on,” Aryan said calmly as he ran his fingers through her silken hair.



“I was with these clients, and during an extreme moment, I got this vision…” Meera said, “About a child…a new born girl with hazel eyes, the same shade as that of Kabir’s. And in that vision, there was an old lady who said to me, ‘your daughter is alive, she is a blessed angel!’ You know, Kabir never mentioned anything about a child to me. But Mithila said that the gynecologist told her that there are signs on my body that I’ve given birth…”



Aryan was listening with concentration as Meera paused for a moment.



“Then I went to Mithila, and we talked about this and I requested her to try to retrieve my memories. And then we had this session, in which I had another vision about me being in a garbage truck with Kabir, and I read a road sign that read the name of the place “Lahbab”. And then I saw the vision about the baby again, and the old lady again saying the same thing, ‘your daughter is alive, she is a blessed angel!’ And then there was a bad memory, and then something happened, like I passed out or something. When I woke up, Mithila looked pretty upset. She said that the memories were so traumatic that they made my heart stop and I almost died. And now she is refusing to do anymore sessions and had asked me not to try and dig into my past.”



“I think she is right,” Aryan said.



“Aryan, can you find my child? Please…” she requested with tearful eyes.



Aryan was taken aback for a moment. He wasn’t expecting this.



“Meera,” he said, “My network is most active in this city. If I pull some strings, I could look in neighboring states, or within India at the most. But beyond the country’s borders is way out of my reach…”



“You could try…” she said softly, “Maybe you would know someone, who would know someone…maybe somehow…Like that place Lahbab, maybe someone around that place…I looked it up, it is the name of a real place in Dubai...”



Aryan hugged her and tried to console her, “Hey sweetheart, are you even certain those were real memories? What does your doctor say?”



“Mithila says…” Meera said, “…those could be real memories, or just my imagination. But I believe those were real memories, you believe me don’t you, Aryan?”



A tear rolled down her cheek.



“Kabir’s gone now,” Meera said as she wept bitterly, “I’m all alone, and my baby is out there somewhere alone too, and she needs me…and I need her, I would have a reason to live...”



“Even if I try to think about it,” Aryan said, “All that you’ve told me is that there is a hazel eyed girl child, somewhere near Lahbab. This is far too vague information to start with. Could you tell me something more? Like how old would this child be now? Any idea about when she was born?”



“I wish I could remember,” Meera said tearfully, “She is my only family now Aryan, they did something to me…and I’ll never be a mother again. Please find my baby…I know you can, you are good, and I trust you…”



Aryan hugged her tightly and rubbed her back. “It is really way beyond my scope, but I’ll push myself…for you,” he said, “I might have some contacts in Dubai, I’ll see what I can find out, I’ll do my best Meera, I really want you to be happy…you’ll just have to give me time, this is not going to be easy…”



“Take all the time you need,” Meera said touching his cheek, “I know you will find her someday.”



“Sleep now sweet girl,” Aryan said holding her gently in his arms till she drifted off to sleep.

this update was very emotional as she has shown real growth in her life, she has money, good life and some friends.

Now is she looking for a real connection, cant blame her everyone needs love and care.

“This is the Meera I want,” he said cupping her face in his palms, “The girl who bravely fought a million battles and is yet so graceful.”

This part hits me deep, really felt these words. Meera has got some good people around her, who are attracted to her cause of the fight inside her.

but Meera still yearns for her child, she has hope that her memories has a meaning, may be she just have a false hope cause of the pain she endured in her life, it's natural of yearns for something pure that symbolizes love.

It was so good to see that aryan feels love and care about meera, this part of the story gave some satisfaction to the meera's painful past.

Lets see what other parts of the story holds for us.....

 

[Dungeon Master]

She literally gave them a mercy full death compare to what she was went through. Ughh she should've tortured them for atleast a day or two. Might be some mind games would be more good. Like telling the pawns if you want your life than gangbang the boss. And to the boss that if you cooperate than you're chance to survive will increase. Both way meera could've done to them what they did to meera. But death by fire is more like mercy in my eyes.

I somewhat agree with this, Their death should have been more torturing, but then again meera is not a devil or a monster or a torturer, she does not know how to inflict pain to others, may be she will learn in future.

 

[Indian Princess]

The starting of update was very hot, i very much enjoyed the BDSM scene, the words really put life in the scene. And meera has got a real kick from the pain, Her character has traits of masochist.

Another twist in the story, now meera has 2 motives in her life, to avenge kabir's life and to find her baby.

For kabir, she has done deals with the devil, aka Adil. and for her daughter, she needs helps from the angel, aka her savior mithilia.

I really loved the part of the update, where mithilia hypnotized meera to relive her memory, as i have many psychology journals, it is surely a technique where patient is forced to relive a memory from the past.

The scene of meera's past memory was so much thrilling, also the events of meera's past memories is like a cake aka desert in this whole story. i love them so much, they are always thrilling.

Lets see what next parts contain...

This update was the best update uptill now, it has all the parts of human emotions. It showed numerous depth meera's character has, amount of love and pain, she carries in her heart.

Now that she has killed shakeel, she has formed kind of a gang for herself, she has people working for her, she has shields from police and law enforcements.

when she killed these four men, the scene literally was reeking from horror from the upcoming death, a song sang by the reaper. it felt super satisfying, loved it.

meera's has black and white traits in her character, someone every kind of man is attracted to her, her face and body seems innocent and sensual but her spirit is fierce and dangerous.

Lets see how story unfolds in next parts.

this update was very emotional as she has shown real growth in her life, she has money, good life and some friends.

Now is she looking for a real connection, cant blame her everyone needs love and care.



This part hits me deep, really felt these words. Meera has got some good people around her, who are attracted to her cause of the fight inside her.

but Meera still yearns for her child, she has hope that her memories has a meaning, may be she just have a false hope cause of the pain she endured in her life, it's natural of yearns for something pure that symbolizes love.

It was so good to see that aryan feels love and care about meera, this part of the story gave some satisfaction to the meera's painful past.

Lets see what other parts of the story holds for us.....

I somewhat agree with this, Their death should have been more torturing, but then again meera is not a devil or a monster or a torturer, she does not know how to inflict pain to others, may be she will learn in future.

Thank you for your wonderful review

 

[Dungeon Master]

Thank you for your wonderful review

More will be coming

 

[Indian Princess]

More will be coming

 

[Dungeon Master]

Today, i will complete this story. And will give this story lots of reviews and love

 

[Dungeon Master]

Meera snuggled close to Kabir and they watched the sunset, sitting by the sea at Marine Drive. Kabir passed on some salted peanuts to Meera and he held her close.



“This is my favorite part of the city,” Meera said, “The sea and the sunset, its just so beautiful. The sun looks like this golden ball of fire that just drops into the sea painting it crimson!”



“You should try writing poetry,” Kabir said kissing her cheeks, “You’ve got a beautiful imagination.”



Meera smiled. “Feel this cool evening breeze, it’s like whispering something in my ear,” she said with her eyes closed.



“It is saying that you are the most amazing girl in the world,” Kabir said.



Meera blushed.



“You look so beautiful when you blush…” Kabir said, “You mean so much more to me that I could ever express. I have dreams, you know, of pampering you like the princess that you are.”



“And what pampering am I about to receive?” she asked playfully.



“Look at that building there,” Kabir said pointing to a 5 star hotel, “On its roof top is one of the city’s most luxurious restaurant. You’ll get this same view that you love, your golden sunset and crimson sea, but we’ll be just so higher up in life. And then you could have your favorite prawn salad, and maybe we’ll have champagne too, coz we will be celebrating!”



“And what would we be celebrating?” she asked.



“You,” he said kissing her forehead, “We will be celebrating you.”



“That’s so sweet of you Kabir,” Meera said touching his cheek, “But I think. I’d rather celebrate ‘us’, our freedom and our new life.”



“4th of November,” Kabir said, “That was the day we first set foot on this city, the day that blessed us with our new lives. Like a new birthday for both of us.”



“Amen,” Meera said placing her shoulder on Kabir’s head and gazing at the crimson sea.



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Meera smiled as she was driving her car along Marine Drive, thinking of one of the best moments of her life. She entered the gates of The Intercontinental Hotel and handed over her car keys to the valet. She then proceeded to the rooftop.



It was late evening and she was mesmerized by the view. It was just like Kabir had described, just so much better from that height. She had reserved a table for herself.



She was greeted warmly by the server who led her to her table.



“I’ll have a prawn salad and a champagne,” she said with a smile.



“If I may ask, is it a special occasion?” the server asked with a smile.



“It’s our birthday, mine and my husband’s,” Meera said cheerfully.



“Would he be joining you shortly?” the server asked.



“No, he is dead,” Meera said.



The server was taken aback. “I’m so sorry ma’am,” he said.



“it’s alright,” Meera said with a gentle smile, “He was a wonderful man, and I’m just here to celebrate him and us.”



The server bowed and left. He returned with the order after some time. Meera enjoyed the meal, remembering all conversations she had with Kabir, and all the beautiful moments. She imagined Kabir’s spirit around her, and felt a sense of calm.



She just sat at her table for the long time.



Meera walked back to the lobby and waited for the valet to get her car. A family of four was also waiting for their car. A couple and two cute daughters. Meera smiled looking at the children. But her smile quickly faded when she saw the face of their father. He was the same blue-eyed man she had seen multiple times in her dreams. She just couldn’t forget his face. The world seemed to freeze around her as she could barely process the shock. Was she dreaming again? Or was he really there? Meera's felt a pounding pain in her heart as she struggled to breathe. She wanted to pounce upon him. She wanted to grab him and ask why he haunted her like that. She wanted to know if he had any connection with Mithila as she had repeatedly seen in her dreams.



The valet handed over the man’s car keys to him and the family started walking towards their car. Meera followed them and made a note of the car’s license plate. Shorty after, the valet gave her the keys of her car. She waited for the blue-eyed man to drive ahead and quietly followed him. Keeping her eyes fixed on man’s car, she called up Aryan.



“I’m sending you a license plate number. I want the owner’s details asap,” she said.



“On it,” Aryan said, “Call you back as soon as I have the info.”



Meera continued following the man’s car. She heart was pounding in her chest in anticipation of what horror fate was now going to uncover for her. The car moved into a posh locality in Juhu and finally entered the gates of a bungalow. Meera noted down the address - J 21, city road, Juhu



Her cellphone began to ring. It was Aryan. “The license place number is of a BMW 8 series 840i Gran Coupe owned by Mr. Neil Pereira residing at - J 21, city road, Juhu,” he said.



The name “Neil” hit Meera like lightning. Her brain was suddenly flooded with a fresh wave of suppressed memories. The feeling was so overwhelming, she wanted to scream! But she instead just wept silently remembering the day when she had last seen Neil.



“Meera?” Aryan said over the phone, “Are you ok?”



“I’m fine,” Meera said trying to control her sobs, “I want to know everything about Neil – what he does, the places he goes, who are his friends, everything! I especially want to know about his friends. Some very old scores need to be settled.”



“Sure,” he said.



Meera cried alone in her car for a long time. Memories of the person she loved the most that were buried deep in her damaged mind were now flowing freely out of her eyes like a river of poison. There was a sharp pain in her heart as everything around her seemed to fade. The city around her changed to an older version of itself. Everything suddenly looked familiar to her as she started driving. She was in a state of trance, like a divine light was guiding her. She knew exactly where to turn, how far to drive, and she kept driving till she reached her destination. The house that stood before her brought back haunting memories. She brushed off the dust on the stone that read the name of that house - “Joshi Niwas”



She stepped out of her car and touched the rusted iron gate. A tear fell from her eyes as she recognized the house. There was a padlock on it, secured with an iron chain. The house looked deserted, like no one had lived there for years. There was a sign board that read “for sale” but it was covered with a thick layer of dust. It looked as if it was put up many years ago.



“Yes? Do you need something?” a middle-aged lady from the next house called out to Meera, eyeing her suspiciously.



“This house…” Meera said, “Does anyone live here?”



“No,” the woman said in a rough tone, “And it would be better if you stop lurking around and go away.”



“Please…” Meera said walking towards the woman, “I lived in this neighborhood many years ago, it knew the Joshi family who lived here…I’m looking for them…where can I find them?”



“They are dead,” the woman said, “All of them. And you would be dead too if you enter that gate.”



Meera was shocked at her reply.



“What’s so shocking? If you really lived here, that must have been several years ago,” the woman said, “Everyone around here knows this goddamn house is haunted. There was a girl who lived here…what’s her name…ah..yes, Naina! One day she disappeared, and the house rapidly fell into ruin. The next day, the servant girl disappeared too, and the family members fell sick one by one and died. The neighbors complained they often heard crying and screaming from the house. Only the eldest man of the house survived and he was wise enough to leave this place. He put the house on sale, but who would want to buy a haunted house?”



Her words hit Meera like a lightning bolt. She took a moment to process the shock.



“Where can I find him? The owner of this house I mean...” Meera asked.



“I have his contact number…but why are you looking for him?” the woman asked.



“I’d like to buy this house,” Meera said with determination.



“Have you suddenly lost your desire to live?” the woman said.



“You let me worry about that,” Meera said with a smile, “Do you have a key to this place? I’d like to have a look.”



The woman now suddenly felt afraid of Meera as she walked confidently towards her.



“Hey, stop there!” the woman warned in a scared voice, “Don’t take another step. I’ll bring you the key.”



The woman went inside her house and got a key and handed it over to Meera.



"How come you have the key to this 'so called haunted house?" Meera asked, "The ghosts don't bother you?"



"Not that it is any of your business," the woman said rudely, "But the owner practically begged me to keep the key. He kept having these nightmare which disappeared only after he got rid of the key."



"Hmmm...interesting," Meera said as she took the key from her hand.


Meera opened the lock and pushed open the gate. It took quite effort to move the rusted heavy gate. Meera walked up to the front door and opened it. Everything inside was covered with a thick layer of dust. It appeared as if the house had been locked for several years. Meera continued exploring the deserted house. Everything was lying around as she remembered, as if the house had been frozen in time. It stayed in its past while everything around it changed. She opened the almirahs and found clothes, books, and everything else abandoned as it is. She found an old album with a few family photos. She finally had a glimpse of her childhood that she so badly craved to know about. There were some documents that belonged to the Joshi family, and among them she found her adoption papers. A tear fell from her eye as all her memories came to life.



She remembered how she played as a child within the walls of this house, and how she had her little dreams about her life. The family had adopted her but never treated her any better than a servant. She was still happy though, to have a family. She took good care of that house.



She then entered Naina’s room. Naina was like an elder sister to Meera. Naina’s room brought so many memories to life. It was the same room where Naina used to teach her to read and write, and give her all the lessons she would have got at school. She wanted to educate Meera so that one day Meera would have a decent job, and could live a good life. Sometimes Naina would play songs on her radio. Some other times Naina stole food for Meera and let her eat secretly hiding in her closet. Meera opened the closet and smiled as she remember how she fit inside it when she was little. Naina’s things were lying around just the way she had left it. Her books, her clothes, her teddy bear, Meera touched all her things fondly.



On the table, she found Naina’s diary. She knew Naina wrote a diary, but she never read it out of respect for her privacy. But now that Naina was gone, Meera picked up her diary with a trembling hand. It was moldy as the seepage from the ceiling had destroyed most of its pages. But there were still a few pages that Meera could read.



1/3/2007

It’s so hard to take my eyes of Neil. He’s so handsome, with those beautiful blue eyes, he is like the superstar of the college and all girls love him. The song he sang at the festival today, he almost took my breath away. He saw me looking at him, and I felt so shy, I must have blushed like a shade of crimson. Oh, am I falling in love? But I don’t…



The rest was illegible as the molds had destroyed the page. Meera turned over a few pages to find something else she could read.



1/8/2007



You won’t believe what happened today! Me and Neil, we were at the library, and he was sitting right opposite to me. He looked up at me and smiled! He’s so irresistible!



1/15/2007



It’s like the universe has heard me. Me and Neil, we actually had a real conversation today. He asked me about myself, what I like, about my family. Oh God please please please I hope he asks me out, that would be like a dream come true.



2/3/2007



Neil actually asked me out! My God, I was like on cloud 9. The place he took me to was so awesome, I’ve never been to such a fancy restaurant before. The dress I wore…



2/14/2007



...at Neil’s villa for valentine’s day. Just me and him, and I had my first kiss today! It felt so beautiful! And he touched me, so sensually…but I was not comfortable proceeding further, and he respected that. He is such a gentleman.



2/20/2007



We made out in his car. He requested me…that he wanted to see me topless. I was very shy at first, but then I slowly took off my top. He was mesmerized and told me how beautiful I was. I left him feel my breasts from over my bra…his touch was…soft like roses. I felt a tingle between my legs, but I was too shy to tell him.



4/2/2007



Neil invited me to spend the weekend at his villa. It was perhaps the most beautiful weekend of my life. He told me how much he loved me and sang a song for me. His angel kissed singing voice and that guitar…it just made my heart melt. And then we made love…I gave him my virginity; I just love him so much.





4/13/2007



I found out Neil’s dark secret today. After we made sweet love, I rolled over and tried to sleep, but Neil just walked out of the room. I followed him. He was watching a video on his phone, it was like some kind of a bondage sex video. He looked really excited. When he saw me, he put his phone away? He looked embarrassed. He thought I’d think that he is a pervert. I just hugged him and told him how much I loved him, and that I would never judge him.



4/21/2007



Today I insisted that we try the bondage thing. I thought it would really make him happy, but he was reluctant. He said he didn’t want to hurt me. But I convinced him that I was going to be fine. Neil was so excited! He was rough and I feel a little hurt…but I’ll be okay I guess. He says he just feels so much stronger love for me now.



4/27/2007



We had another bondage session. Neil recorded a video of it this time. I was nervous at first, but he assured me he will never show that video to anyone, it was only for his own memories. I trust Neil completely, he’ll never hurt me.



5/4/2007



…it was painful this time. I screamed and almost cried. But when it was done, Neil held me in his arms and showered me with kisses and told me he loves me. His love is all I need and I can take anything for his happiness.



5/10/2007



…recorded the whole thing. Anal sex was painful, but not as much as I had feared. Neil says it hurts the first time and that I’ll get used to it. I hope I do.



5/16/2007



Today was weird day. Me and Neil, we went to a friend’s party, and after a few drinks, Neil took me in a room and we started making out. And then suddenly one of his friends barged into the room and began to hug Neil. “Neil Bro, here you are! Come let’s party man!” the guy said. Neil pushed him onto the couch in the room and said, “Sit down for a while Rey, they are getting more booze for the party.” The guy just sat there with closed eyes. He was extremely handsome but he looked intoxicated. Then Neil came back to me and started kissing me and groping my breasts. I stopped him. I was uncomfortable doing this in front of his friend. “It’s alright honey,” Neil said, “Reyansh is drunk, and he has no idea where he is or even who he is at the moment. He won’t remember anything by morning.” Neil then stripped me bare and made love to me in front of his friend. Although Reyansh looked intoxicated, but I felt he was watching us. It was a weird experience, but I saw that Neil really enjoyed it. As long as he is happy, I am happy.



5/27/2007



Neil tried something with nipple clamps today. My breasts are sore. This is getting more painful by the day, but…I am sure I’ll get used to this. Sometimes I wish he’d take me out more often, but Neil is always so hushed up about our relationship. He told me to keep it a secret till he can convince his folks for our marriage. I think he is right.



6/2/2007



I’m feeling deeply ashamed of myself today. I disappointed Neil…after everything he did for me, all I did was upset him. He had asked me to take the pill regularly as we made love quite often. But I guess I missed it sometime and I got pregnant. Neil was so angry when I told him. He punished me, and I deserved every bit of it. There is a dog cage in the basement of his villa, he put me there for 3 days. I begged him to let me out, but he said I deserved the punishment. I wanted this baby, but he didn’t. Finally, I understood that he was right. It was my mistake that I got pregnant, and I should fix it. I agreed to take the abortion pill and he let me out. But there was this other man in the room. Neil told me that Aarav was his friend and a doctor and he was here to examine me before I took the pill. The doctor guy, he was quite stern and ordered me to lie down and open my legs. I was feeling ashamed as I was naked and exposed, but I trusted this guy is a doctor and he won’t hurt me.



He felt my breasts and touched my nipples and he wasn’t even wearing gloves. Doctors wear gloves while examining patients, don’t they? But Neil was standing right there and I didn’t say anything I was afraid it’ll only upset him more. I didn’t want to lose Neil at any cost. This doctor guy made me pull my pussy lips apart and show him my most intimate parts. I felt like I’d die in shame. He then inserted two fingers inside my pussy and began to move them in and out. I was very uncomfortable as he was arousing me, and I felt very ashamed to be enjoying another man’s touch in front of Neil. I let out a moan and Neil just gave me another look of disappointment and my heart almost broke. I am so shameless and I deserve to be punished.



6/25/2007



Neil gave me some well-deserved punishment. He canned me, and humiliated me and recorded it all on video. He made me watch my older humiliation videos over and over again to remind me that I was a bad girl who deserves to be punished constantly. And when it was over, he held me in his arms and kissed me so passionately. He is such a sweetheart. I disappoint him all the time but still he finds it in his heart to love me.



7/11/2007



Today is Neil’s birthday! I’m so excited! I’m going to look gorgeous for him. I’ve picked out my favorite red dress and I’m gonna bake him his favorite plum cake with green raisins! I hope he likes my humble gift. He’ll be sending a car to bring me to his villa. There’s a private party at his villa. I hope this would be one of my most memorable nights.





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That was the last entry of the diary.



Meera was tearful as she remembered so many moments spent with Naina. She remembered how Naina always talked about Neil. She was madly in love with him. She remembered Naina had once introduced her to Neil. Neil had brough a present for Meera and took her and Naina for a ride in his fancy car. That is when Naina showed Meera Neil’s bungalow at Juhu. Neil had then dropped them home. Perhaps that is why Meera could remember the way from Neil’s house to her own.



Meera entered the kitchen and knelt on the floor. The rug she used to sleep on was still lying on the kitchen floor. She lay down on the dust covered rug and cried her heart out.



“Are you tired Meenu?” a soft voice called out to her.



The next moment Meera felt a gentle hand running over her body. As she lifted her gaze, she saw a young girl smiling back at her. Meera instantly recognized her.



“Naina di!” she said and hugged the young girl.



“I’m sorry Meenu,” Naina said, “I left you all alone. And I will never forgive myself for what you had to go through because I left you all alone. I was weak Meenu, but you are so strong. You are a survivor. I’m so proud of you.”



“I need you Naina di,” Meera said weeping bitterly, “I always needed you…”



“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you,” Naina said tearfully, "Will you ever forgive me for being so weak?"



Meera held Naina’s face between her palms and wiped her tears with her thumbs. Naina’s eyes were red and she looked weary. Her lip was bleeding. She was wearing the same red dress that she wore when Meera last saw her.



“What did he do to you di?” Meera asked with intense rage in her eyes, “You were so happy that night you left for his birthday party, you wore you favorite red dress and you baked him a cake….and returned like this in the morning – bleeding and broken! What happened that night?”



Naina didn’t answer. She just closed her eyes and wept.



“It’s all my fault di,” Meera said, “I should have woken up that morning, I should have held you, I should have told you how much I love you and how much I needed you…”



“It’s not your fault sweetheart,” Naina said with a weak smile, “It doesn’t matter now…it’s a long lost story…”



“It DOES matter di! It fucking does!” Meera said bitterly, “Neil never loved you di…that sick manipulative bastard was only using you! That son of a bitch thinks he is going to get away with this cruelty and live happily ever after, I’m going to make his life a living hell, and I fucking mean it!”



“And as for you di,” Meera said gently running her fingers through Naina’s hair, “I’m buying this house for you. This is your house. I’m gonna make this place sparkling clean, like I used to, and then you can live in this beautiful house for as long as you wish…”



Naina smiled at her sweet gesture and her spirit faded away.



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Meera got into her car and drove to Mithila’s house.



Mithila was so happy to see Meera after a long time. She looked much stronger that she had last seen her.



“I’m sorry, I am disturbing you at this hour,” Meera said.



“No problem at all Meera,” Mithila said giving her a warm hug, “You are welcome anytime. How have you been girl? I’ve been worried about you.”



Mithila noticed that Meera was visibly shaken.



“Are you ok Meera?” Mithila asked.



“I saw the blue-eyed man from my dreams today,” Meera said softly, “He is real Mithila, his name is Neil. I remember him now, I remember everything…”



Mithila placed a hand on Meera’s shoulder to comfort her.



“You said dreams are symbolic,” Meera continued, “I had a dream about him killing you, ripping your heart out while you were still alive…because he did that to my Naina di…”



“Who is Naina?” Mithila asked, “I remember you once called me Naina, back when you were at the hospital.”



“When I was a child, I was an orphan. I have no memory of my parents, only a few glimpses of my time spent at the orphanage. The Joshi family adopted me when I was 5,” Meera said handing over her adoption papers to Mithila, “As per these papers, I am 22 years old now. Meenakshi Joshi, that’s my real name. But Naina di, she called me Meenu.”



Mithila looked at the 15 years old adoption papers.



“I have some vague memory about being happy that I was adopted. But my dreams were soon shattered. They never treated me any better than a servant. I used to be dressed in rags and they barely fed me. They made me do all the household chores. Everyone knew me as “Meenu, the servant girl” when I was actually their adopted daughter. A year later, Naina di came to live with us. Naina had lost her parents in an accident so she came to live with my adopted family. My adopted father Suryakant Joshi was Naina’s uncle. The family didn’t treat either of us any good, but Naina cared about me. She took care of me, made sure I got enough food, she spent time with me. It was like we were each other’s family. She taught me to read and write, she taught me all I know. She tried to give me a good life. When I first met you Mithila, you were so kind to me, you always cared so much about me, perhaps I was subconsciously trying to find Naina in you…” Meera couldn’t hold back her tears as she spoke.



“Where is Naina now?” Mithila asked.



“She’s dead,” Meera said, “Neil killed her! He drained the life out of her slowly till she was broken completely…she loved him with all her heart, and when he was done taking her body, he took her life…”



“Did he kill her in front of you?” Mithila asked.



“Naina returned from his birthday party at odd hours in the morning. She looked devastated. I was tired from the day’s work and I was fast asleep. She came to me for the last time, kissed me while I was still sleeping. And left me a suicide note. She wrote that she failed in love, and that she was completely broken. She wrote she was sorry for leaving me all alone in this world,” Meera said, “Neil did something to her that night! He was always such a sweet-talking abusive bastard, but that night he did something that completely broke her…so much that she didn’t want to live anymore. I don’t know what it is that he did Mithila but I am sure they did something horrible that’s why they tried to shut me up. Neil and that friend of his…I still don't know his name, but I can never forget his face...when I confronted them about Naina…both of them locked me in a car…and the next thing I remember is I was a slave in a place far far away from here!”



Mithila was moved to know the truth. She hugged Meera tightly trying to comfort her.



“I’m gonna find out about this other friend of Neil, Mithila,” Meera spoke vengefully, “And whoever else that might be involved, and I am going to make them fucking pay! I won’t kill them; I’ll make their lives so miserable that they will be forced to kill themselves! Just like they did to my sweet Naina di…”



“And you know…” Meera said looking tearfully into Mithila’s eyes, “I found our house too, the house where I lived with Naina di. I went inside and I saw her…she still lives there…I miss her Mithila…I’m gonna buy that house, so that Naina can live there forever, undisturbed. And I’ll visit her when I miss her, or whenever she calls out to me…”



Mithila didn’t know what to say. Meera had been through so much, and came out stronger each time, she could only admire her.



“Stay over tonight,” Mithila insisted, “You’ve had a stressful day, I guess you could use some rest.”



“Thank you, Mithila,” Meera said, “For everything you’ve done for me.”

This update was amazing, revealed so many things, so many memories. Now meera's memories seems to be in a place where she can remember them and understand the meanings of the visions.

“4th of November,” Kabir said, “That was the day we first set foot on this city, the day that blessed us with our new lives. Like a new birthday for both of us.”

this scene was so lovely, it felt like a bliss. No matter where meera is, she will always cherish her memories, the memories of kabir

Meera opened the lock and pushed open the gate. It took quite effort to move the rusted heavy gate. Meera walked up to the front door and opened it. Everything inside was covered with a thick layer of dust. It appeared as if the house had been locked for several years. Meera continued exploring the deserted house. Everything was lying around as she remembered, as if the house had been frozen in time. It stayed in its past while everything around it changed. She opened the almirahs and found clothes, books, and everything else abandoned as it is. She found an old album with a few family photos. She finally had a glimpse of her childhood that she so badly craved to know about. There were some documents that belonged to the Joshi family, and among them she found her adoption papers. A tear fell from her eye as all her memories came to life.

This scene was very thrilling, now meera's 6th sense made her enter the how, and somehow her mind starts gathering the cues and she recalled her early childhood.

I’m feeling deeply ashamed of myself today. I disappointed Neil…after everything he did for me, all I did was upset him. He had asked me to take the pill regularly as we made love quite often. But I guess I missed it sometime and I got pregnant. Neil was so angry when I told him. He punished me, and I deserved every bit of it. There is a dog cage in the basement of his villa, he put me there for 3 days. I begged him to let me out, but he said I deserved the punishment. I wanted this baby, but he didn’t. Finally, I understood that he was right. It was my mistake that I got pregnant, and I should fix it. I agreed to take the abortion pill and he let me out. But there was this other man in the room. Neil told me that Aarav was his friend and a doctor and he was here to examine me before I took the pill. The doctor guy, he was quite stern and ordered me to lie down and open my legs. I was feeling ashamed as I was naked and exposed, but I trusted this guy is a doctor and he won’t hurt me.

Wow, this is scene deeply disheartening. naina went through so much pain just to prove her love. I wonder if naina was so naive or neil was that much manipulative.
your writing skills are outstanding, the notes in naina's diary seems very real. hat off to your skills.

“When I was a child, I was an orphan. I have no memory of my parents, only a few glimpses of my time spent at the orphanage. The Joshi family adopted me when I was 5,” Meera said handing over her adoption papers to Mithila, “As per these papers, I am 22 years old now. Meenakshi Joshi, that’s my real name. But Naina di, she called me Meenu.”



Mithila looked at the 15 years old adoption papers.



“I have some vague memory about being happy that I was adopted. But my dreams were soon shattered. They never treated me any better than a servant. I used to be dressed in rags and they barely fed me. They made me do all the household chores. Everyone knew me as “Meenu, the servant girl” when I was actually their adopted daughter. A year later, Naina di came to live with us. Naina had lost her parents in an accident so she came to live with my adopted family. My adopted father Suryakant Joshi was Naina’s uncle. The family didn’t treat either of us any good, but Naina cared about me. She took care of me, made sure I got enough food, she spent time with me. It was like we were each other’s family. She taught me to read and write, she taught me all I know. She tried to give me a good life. When I first met you Mithila, you were so kind to me, you always cared so much about me, perhaps I was subconsciously trying to find Naina in you…” Meera couldn’t hold back her tears as she spoke.

It felt so good to read this part of the update, now meera's has finally found her memories, her identity. she feels complete, strong and confident.

This update was amazing, let's see how next parts are.....

 

[Werewolf]

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It was a dark night. A young girl limped her way through a dense forest. She fought for her life with each ragged breath. Creatures of the night made intimidating noises all around her. But the voices in her head were louder.



“You like that don’t you? Say you like it bitch!” a man’s voice roared in her head.



“I’m sorry, I couldn’t save you,” another man’s tearful voice rang in her ears.



“Don’t cry girl, you are a habitual slut, you just don’t know it…now open your legs and show me your used holes,” a third voice said softly with an evil laughter.



“I’m sorry, please forgive me,” a woman’s voice said.



The girl pressed her palms against her ears and screamed. “SHUT UP!” she yelled, “SHUT UP!”



And there was silence. The voices in her head stopped. And she could hear was the crickets. She continued to limp among the dense trees, trying to find her way in the pale moon light. Her white dress was torn and soaked in blood. It was torn obscenely at places and barely covered her body. Her dark hair hanging down her shoulders were matted and her lip bled. But her dark eyes were full of determination, and sparkled with a spirit to survive.



After what felt like an eternity, she reached a road. She hoped someone would stop by and help her. All that she could do was hope and muster all the strength she could and hold on. She felt aches and pain all over her body, and suddenly she felt a chill. The cold winds only added to her misery.



A long time passed by. The road was deserted and very few vehicles passed by. The ones that did, didn’t bother to stop. The girl was rapidly losing her strength. She collapsed to the ground out of sheer exhaustion. Just as her vision turned hazy, she felt raindrops on her face. The drizzle quickly turned into a downpour, and the girl was completely drenched. She knew she couldn’t survive much longer out in the cold.



And suddenly a car stopped by. A beautiful young woman rushed towards her. She shook the wounded girl gently and asked, “Hey, are you OK?”



“Help me please,” the girl gasped.



The woman helped the girl to her feet and helped her get into her car. The girl was barely conscious.



“My name is Mithila,” the woman said, “I am a doctor. What’s your name?”



“I don’t know…” the girl muttered.



“There’s so much blood on your dress,” Mithila said as she started driving the car, “What happened sweetheart?”



“I don’t remember…” the girl said becoming increasingly agitated. She was shivering in cold and drew her arms and legs closer. Mithila put a warm shawl around her and turned on the car’s heater.



Mithila looked at her carefully. “Have you been using drugs?”



“I’m in so much pain…I just wanna sleep…I want this to stop…I want these voices to go away….I just…I don’t know…” the girl whispered some incoherent sentences rubbing her arms.



“It’s alright girl,” Mithila said, “I’m taking you to a hospital, you are going to be okay.”



The girl’s eyes were glazed over, her gaze was blank. Soon they reached a hospital, and trained health care staff began to tend to the wounds. Mithila was a psychiatrist. She had called upon her colleague Dr. Ayesha who was a gynecologist to assess the girl’s condition.



“I am Dr. Mithila and I am a psychiatrist,” Mithila said formally introducing herself, “Since you appear to have gone through some trauma, I’m admitting you to this hospital under my care. My colleague Dr. Ayesha is a gynecologist and will treat you for your injuries,” Mithila said, “It is my duty to ask, do you want to report anything to the police? Cleaning you up could destroy important evidence.”



The girl just shook her head.



“Draw a blood sample as send it for dope test,” Mithila ordered the nurse, “Looks like she is on some opioids.”



The nurse nodded and drew a blood sample.



“We are going to put you to sleep for a while, so that you don’t feel any pain,” Dr. Ayesha said comforting the trembling girl.



The girl smiled weakly as Dr. Ayesha injected a sedative into her veins. Within minutes the girl fell into a deep sleep. The nurse took of the girl’s blood-soaked clothes. There were several minor flesh wounds on her body. There were bite marks and scratches all over her, some old, some recent. There were injuries on her feet as she had been running barefoot through the forest, that’s why she had been limping. But what shocked the medical staff was the tattoos on her body. Across her breasts was written “Whore” and another tattoo just above her pussy that read “Cock hungry hole” with an arrow pointing towards her pussy. As they turned her over, they found another tattoo on her ass that read, “Horny bitch.”



Mithila was visibly disturbed seeing the tattoos. “This seems like permanent ink” she gasped.



“That’s really cruel!” Dr. Ayesha said, “Poor girl!”



“How is her general condition, Ayesha?” Mithila asked.



“She has been drugged for sure,” Ayesha said, “and she has indulged in recent sexual activity. It is hard to say whether it was forced or consensual because there are no injuries on her genitals. In fact, there are hardly any fresh injuries, few minor wounds that will heal in a day or two.”



Mithila was relieved to know that the girl was not seriously injured.



“However,” Ayesha said, “There are some old scars. These kinda scars would usually result from regular torture. There are signs of previous childbirth. Lemme do a quick ultrasound.”



Ayesha held an ultrasound probe over her belly and frowned, “This does not look good. Her uterus is almost dysfunctional. Looks like a badly done abortion, but she might never conceive again.”



Mithila felt a pinch in her heart as she realized the implications of what Ayesha said.



“This is a very sensitive case Mithila,” Ayesha said, “This girl seems to have gone through some very significant trauma, I trust you would know how to handle this.”



“I’ll take care of her Ayesha,” she lovingly touching the girl’s hair.



As Ayesha finished dressing all the girl’s wounds, Dr. Mithila instructed the nurse, “I want you to cover up these tattoos with bandages. Say nothing to her about the tattoos. She is in a vulnerable state of mind and the sight of these tattoos could...destabilize her.”



The nursed nodded in approval and covered up her tattoos and dressed her up in a clean gown. Mithila wrote down orders for further medications. The nurses got the still sedated girl shifted to a private ward where she could rest undisturbed. Mithila wanted to leave, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the girl. Her heart was sad, and she shuddered at the thought of what all the girl must have been through. She sat down quietly next to the girl, closed her eyes, trying to pray for her quick recovery.


Mithila held the sleeping girl's delicate palm in her hand and looked at her fondly. The girl was almost had a small and slender frame, and a wheatish brown complexion. She had large innocent eyes and dark hair hanging down her shoulders. Mithila lovingly ran her fingers through the girl's hair.



Mithila's husband Anshul was also a doctor and worked in the same hospital. He entered the ward and found his wife sitting next to the sleeping girl looking visibly disturbed.



“Are you OK honey?” He asked in a worried tone, “I thought you left. I was hoping you’d be home by now.”



“I was going home,” Mithila said, “And I found this girl on the road. She was…I had to help her or she wouldn’t have survived.”



“Who is she?” he asked.



“She doesn’t remember,” Mithila said, “But she’s been through something awful…”



Mithila couldn’t hold back her tears as she gently rolled the sleeve of the sleeping girl’s gown and said, “Look at these needle marks, they’ve been pumping her with dope…and this…” Mithila slowly raised the girl’s gown and peeled off an edge of that cover up bandage to show the degrading tattoos to her husband. “Permanent ink!” she said, “Such monsters! She is so young…she must be what? 20?”



Anshul hugged his agitated wife and gently rubbed her back. “I understand how this makes you feel honey,” he said wiping off her tears with his thumbs, “You are sweet and brave to have helped her. She is going to be OK now, because she has you taking care of her.”



Mithila could speak no more. She hugged her husband tightly and wept.



Mithila chose to stay by her bedside till morning. In the morning, the girl woke up, feeling much better and calmer.



Mithila smiled at her and ran her fingers through her dark hair. “Good morning sweetie,” Mithila said with a smile, “It’s nice to see you smiling. How are you feeling?”



“Much better,” the girl said, “Thank you so much for your help.”



“Are you hungry?” Mithila asked.



The girl nodded and Mithila got her a sandwich and a coffee. Mithila sat next to her watching her eat. She had so many questions for her, but refrained from asking anything as she was afraid, the girl might get upset again.



“I really wish I knew your name sweetie, or maybe something about your family. I’m sure they’ll be looking for you. Do you remember anything at all?” Mithila asked.



“I’m sorry I don’t,” the girl said with a sad face.



“That’s alright,” Mithila said, “You just need to rest, everything is going to fall in place eventually.”



“What are these?” the girl asked pointing towards the bandages.



“Nothing to worry about,” Mithila said casually, “Just some little wounds that we stitched up. We’ll leave the bandages on for a couple of days and then you are good to go.”



The girl smiled. “Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me,” she said.



“You are going to be ok,” Mithila said hugging her, “I’m always there for you.”



The girl hugged back. Mithila left the room, leaving her alone to rest. The girl smiled as she looked out of the window. The beautiful shining sun, the chirping birds and the city alive and buzzing around the hospital. She felt free after a long time. She gazed out of the window, enjoying the view of a free world to her heart’s content. She tried to think about her family, her home. She wanted to remember as soon as possible so that she could go home.



After sometime, she got back onto her bed and closed her eyes. Suddenly a vision hit her. She was locked inside a dark place. She could barely move. It was pitch dark; she couldn’t see a thing. She could barely breathe. She wanted to scream, but she hadn’t the strength. Feelings of helplessness overwhelmed her, there was nothing she could do. She drifted off to sleep. And then there was a sudden jerk. She woke up with a jolt. But she was still in the dark place, unable to move, unable to speak. For a moment she felt she was dead. But then she could feel her own breath. She felt the she was gently rocking, like floating in space. She wept silently, and slept again. This happened over and over again, she felt like she was trapped forever in this dark place.



And then she saw beams on light seeping in. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized she was trapped in a crate. She heard voices, there were people around her. And suddenly a lot of light flooded her eyes. Someone had opened the crate. She was nearly blinded by the sudden daylight after spending forever in darkness. A familiar face was smiling at her. A handsome young man, tall and fair, with beautiful hazel eyes. He looked weary and tired, but his face was gleaming with the joy of seeing her. He helped her out of the crate and hugged her.



“Meera,” he said, “We made it, we are free!”



The girl gave him a blank look. The long hours spent in darkness had affected her mentally.



“Hey, it’s me, Kabir,” he said, “Don’t be afraid, we are safe now.”



“Kabir…” she said, “I was so afraid, I thought I was going to die…”



“You are a tough girl Meera,” he said hugging her tightly.



Suddenly someone grabbed her hair from behind. “Tough girl needs one cock in each hole,” a man said as he dragged her away from Kabir.



“NO!” she screamed, “Let me go!”



Another man stepped in between and hit Kabir on the head instantly cracking open his skull and killing him on the spot.



The girl screamed hysterically as a group of men laughed as they held her tight while their leader loaded a syringe. “Once I put this thing in you, you will want to fuck every man in the world like a bitch in heat.”



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The girl suddenly woke up from her sleep screaming wildly. She was sweating and trembling and extremely agitated. The nursed rushed to her room and injected a sedative in her vein and immediately called Dr. Mithila.



Mithila rushed towards the terrified girl and hugged her till she calmed down.



“I think my name is Meera,” she said.



“That’s a sweet name Meera,” Mithila said fondling her hair, “Did you have a bad dream Meera?”



“Dream or memory, I don’t know,” Meera said tearfully, “Or maybe just some made up shit from my fucked-up head.”



“It’s alright Meera,” Mithila said reassuringly holding her hand, “Whatever it may have been, you are safe now, and no one can hurt you, alright? And we will figure this out together.”



Meera nodded her head.



“Good, now tell me what did you see?” Mithila asked.



“I was locked up in a crate for a long time…” Meera said.



“A crate?” Mithila asked.



“Yes, and it was dark and I couldn’t breathe…and finally one man opened the crate. He looked familiar; he had these beautiful hazel eyes and he seemed to care about me. He hugged me; he was trying to comfort me, his accent was...different, had an Arabic touch to it…he said his name was Kabir.”



“Do you recognize this man?” Mithila asked, “Is he related to you? He is your family?”



“I don’t know…” Meera said, “But in his eyes, I saw…he really seemed to care about me…but then they killed him…”



“Who killed him?” Mithila asked.



“Some bad guys,” she said, “Their faces looked familiar but I don’t remember their names. They killed him and took me away. They wanted to…rape me. They injected something in me…and I don’t remember anything after that.”



Meera began to weep bitterly. Mithila hugged her and helped her calm down.



“Try to remember something more about Kabir, like his full name, what he did for a living. Maybe we would be able to find your family this way. Do you remember anything about where you lived?”



“I told you all that I could recall…” Meera said wiping tears from her eyes, “Sometimes I wish I really didn’t have to remember at all…I wish I could start my life afresh, like a clean slate...I wish I had no memory at all about my past…because all that I can remember are…bad things…”

I wasn't expecting a story like this when i read the title. I thought it wouldn't be so dark. This came as a surprise for me. I love how you didn't skipped the intricate details involving a psychiatrist and gynecologist. You did had the knowledge about the character's profession. Most of the times writers don't pay attention to such details.

Plot of the story is interesting. It has a mysterious side to it. Like what actually happened with Meera.
Narration and writing quality is good too.
I did find few grammatical errors here and there but that's okay. Proofreading can fix that.

Characters are interesting as well. Theme is thriller based. So, I'm expecting a lot of thrill from this. Will read the next chapters soon, then I will give my honest review.

Keep up the good work!!