Thriller The Story of Meera (Completed)

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[Dungeon Master]

“Meera,” Mithila said looking at her in disbelief, “What are you…NO...it can’t be..”



“We will never know for sure unless we get there,” Meera said, “And we need to leave NOW!”



“No, I’m not doing this!” Mithila said.



“Fine,” Meera said with determination, “Then I’ll go on my own.”



Meera got up and began to leave.



“Wait, you can’t leave,” Mithila said blocking her way.



“Are you really going to do this to me Mithila?” Meera asked tearfully.



Mithila didn’t reply. Meera slumped down on the bed and wept bitterly.



“Hey sweetheart,” Mithila said fondling her head, “I really care about you and I know you’ve been through a lot. I just don’t want you to suffer anymore.”



“And how exactly do you plan to do that? By keeping me in la-la land forever? By making me believe everything is perfect and beautiful?” Meera said sternly, “If something happened to me, I deserve to know!”



Mithila wasn’t convinced but the desperate look on Meera’s face made her reconsider.



“Okay,” she said, “I’ll take you there. But you have been admitted in this hospital and I can’t just take an inpatient out for a stroll. You’ve got to do as I say.”



Meera nodded eagerly.



Mithila picked up the phone in the ward and made a call. “Hello, this is Dr. Mithila Rai. Patient in 406 needs a CT scan urgently. She needs to be taken to the Malad branch for the same. I’ve already arranged an ambulance, arrange for the patient to be shifted.”



Then she looked at Meera and said, “Once the nurse arrives, just sit in the wheelchair. She will escort you till the gate of the hospital. Then get inside the ambulance.”



Meera nodded. Mithila then left the room.



She did as she was told. She was escorted by a nurse up to the gate. An ambulance arrived and Meera got into the ambulance. She was anxious. After some time, the ambulance pulled over in a secluded spot. The driver opened the door for Meera.



“That car,” he said, pointing towards a car.



Meera slowly walked towards the car and was relieved to see Mithila in the driver’s seat. She quickly got in the car. They drove on the dark road for quite some time. Both women were silent throughout.



“I’m not sure where exactly I found you, I just remember there was a gas station somewhere here…yes that one!” Mithila said looking at the gas station, “approximately 5 minutes’ drive from here….”



Mithila drove a little further and stopped at a secluded spot and looked at Meera. She had been quiet the whole time.



“I need a flashlight,” Meera said calmly.



Mithila looked at Meera anxiously for a moment and handed over a flashlight to her



“Turn off the headlights, stay in the car,” Meera said, “If you sense danger, leave immediately. Don’t wait for me.”



“Are you sure about this Meera?” Mithila asked nervously.



“I’ll never be ok till I face my demons,” Meera said calmly and stepped out of the car and walked into the dark forest.



Memories of that night kept flashing before her eyes. She knew she was held in some kind of a wooden cabin. She kept walking through the woods. The night was brighter than the night she had escaped. The moon was brighter, and she could see better. At a distance she found a ruined wooden structure. There was a small pond nearby. A memory flash hit her.



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Meera was naked and intoxicated and a man was holding her.



“She’s starting to stink now,” another man said, “Don’t you ever wash her?”



“Yeah, we were so busy using her thoroughly, we never had the time,” the man holding her said, “Besides, the slut loves a cum bath more than anything else.”



“Bring her over here,” another man said, “We’ll wash the dirty slut real good and make her dirty again.”



All the man laughed as they dragged her into the pond.



“Care for a swim slut?” a man said as he pushed her head under water. Meera struggled violently for breath.



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Meera snapped out of the memory flash and fell down on her knees trying to catch her breath. She rested her back against a tree for a while, trying to compose herself. Once she felt better, she gazed at the wooden cabin.



With trembling steps, she walked towards the cabin. As she pushed open the door, she could smell the revolting stench of a rotting body. She shone the flashlight across the room. She found a man’s decomposing body, with a head would that had bled profusely. He was wearing a mask. She pulled up a part of the mask to have a look at his face but the stab wounds were so deep, his face was smashed beyond recognition. There were wounds on his neck too, possibly deep wounds, cutting through his carotids that made him bleed to death. She found the man’s clothes lying nearby. She searched his pockets and found his wallet. Along with his credit cards, she found an ID in it. She always had strong feeling that she knew him.



She continued searching the room. She found the man’s phone placed strategically on the table. The way the phone was positioned, it appeared as if it was set to record a video of the room. The moment she touched the phone, she got a sudden memory flash.



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Meera was lying intoxicated on the rug. The front of her dress was torn exposing her breasts completely. He had raised her dress above her waist and she wasn’t wearing any panties. Both of her degrading tattoos were clearly visible.



“Look here and smile for the camera,” the man said with a grin as he clicked the picture.



Meera was barely oriented to what was happening around her. She flinched due to the camera flash.



“I’m going to record a video while I fuck you and I’m gonna show it to all the people who know you back at Queen’s Heart so that everyone knows what a slut you are!” he said as he adjusted the phone camera to focus on the helplessly exposed Meera and pressed the record button.



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Meera snapped out of the flashback and picked up the man’s phone. Its battery was dead. She put the phone in her pocket.



The room was a complete mess and the stink was unbearable. Meera found a broken glass bottle near the corpse with blood stains on it. She used a cloth to clean up any fingerprints that she might have left. She looked around and found a kerosene stove. Perhaps it was being used to cook the simple meals that she was given while she was kept there. There was a large can of kerosene nearby.



Meera doused each and every object in the room in kerosene. She found the man’s cigarette lighter lying nearby. She set the whole cabin ablaze.



She stood at a distance for some time watching the fire consume the whole cabin. She watched the wooden framework crumble and fall. She didn’t know why, but she felt peaceful watching the place burn.



She started walking back towards the spot where Mithila had dropped her. The cabin was quite off the road, it took Meera almost an hour to find Mithila’s car. She quickly got into the passenger’s seat and said, “Drive, be quick.”



Mithila had a lot of questions for Meera. “Thank God you are OK! I was starting to get worried; you’ve been gone for more than 2 hours. What happened back there?” she asked.



Meera didn’t answer her right away. She took the man’s phone and connected it to a charging post in Mithila car. The phone began to charge.



“His name was Ajeet Rathod, he was a manager at Queen's Heart Bar,” Meera said, handing over the man’s ID and to Mithila for her to have a quick look, “I remember having had an argument with him at Queen's heart bar. He had misbehaved with me and Kabir had roughed him up.”



Mithila suddenly stopped the car and looked at Meera in horror. “You mean you….seriously?”



Meera just nodded serenely.



“What? When?” Mithila asked.



“3 nights ago,” Meera said, “The night you first found me…like I said, all that blood, it wasn’t mine. By the way, keep driving, this isn’t a good place to stop.”



Mithila could barely process the shock. But she started the car and drove ahead.



“So, what did you find in that cabin?” Mithila asked.



“The man’s body, it had started decomposing already. Apart from that some usual things, like the rug on which I was lying, his clothes, some of his other belongings, some used condoms, some needles, some drugs, some food, the usual stuff.” Meera said casually, “It doesn’t matter though, I burned everything down.”



“You did what?” Mithila asked in shock.



“I burned the place down,” Meera said calmly, “What else did you expect me to do? My fingerprints and DNA were all over the place. And, I hope you do realize that you need to get your car thoroughly cleaned up.”



Mithila could barely speak after that. She just kept driving quietly.



“I understand you are curious Mithila,” Meera said serenely, “But after seeing what I saw there, and everything that I remember so far, I am feeling a sense of calm…like I’m not afraid anymore.”



Meera then turned on the man’s phone that has enough charge now, “Let’s see if we find something interesting in the gentleman’s phone…hmmm, it’s locked!”



Mithila was still in shock. She just kept driving as Meera tried the usual passwords, like the man’s name, his date of birth but nothing seemed to work.



Meera examined his wallet carefully with her flashlight. The man had a family photo in his wallet with his wife and a teenage daughter. On looking closely, Meera found an inscription on the wallet, “To the best dad in the world – Love Tara.”



Meera typed in “Tara” and the phone unlocked. “The sweet love of a child,” she said as she began to access the man’s phone.



She found the video she had expected.



“Find a good place to park,” Meera said to Mithila, “This is something I think you should see.”



Mithila pulled over at a secluded spot and Meera played the video.



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Meera was lying intoxicated on the rug, obscenely exposed.



The man set up the video and walked towards Meera. He was wearing a mask to hide his identity. He grabbed her hair and dragged her towards the camera.



“Let’s show that pretty face to the camera first,” he said, forcing her to face the camera, “Tell everyone, what’s your name?”



Meera was so intoxicated she barely knew what was going on. The man tapped her cheeks roughly and shouted, “Say your name slut!”



“Meera…” she muttered. Her body hardly had any tone, she was on the verge of collapsing any moment.



“Now show everyone your boobs,” he ordered as he pulled away the rags of clothes covering her breasts and made her arch her back obscenely thrusting her ample breasts forwards. “Now read what is written on your boobs,” he said with a grin.



Sensing her hesitation, he roughly pulled her hair making her squeal. “You can read, can’t you, dumb slut? Read the damn word aloud for everyone!”



“Whore…” she gasped.



“Is that what you are? You would fuck any man for money, won’t you?” he asked as he cupped her breasts and gently began playing with her nipples. “You would let any man touch you anywhere on your slut body, even your most intimate parts, won’t you?” he said, adding to her humiliation.



Meera’s body began to respond to the stimulation. She began to moan and breathe heavily, making her breasts rise and fall. The masked man now began to squeeze her breasts, heightening her arousal. He smiled as he observed the camera capture Meera’s pleasurable expressions and moans. She even began to move her hips rhythmically as her body prepared for intercourse. He knew that he could control and humiliate her for the rest of her life with his video.



“Do you like my hand on your boobs?” he asked as he began to sensually stroke her nipples, “Do you like me touching your nipples like…this?



“Yes..” Meera gasped.



“Do you know me, Meera?” the man asked, continuously teasing her nipples driving her mad with pleasure, “Do you know my name?”



“No..” she said.



“So, you would let any man play with your boobs like that and enjoy it like a slut?” he asked, lightly twisting her nipples.



Meera just moaned in response.



“Now lift your dress and show your pussy to everyone,” he ordered.



Meera now had no control over herself. The drug in her veins and the sexual pleasure made her completely lose touch with reality. She lifted her dress and exposed her crotch for the camera.



“So desperate now,” the man said with a laugh, “At least, in the beginning you had some shame, now you are showing everyone what a desperate whore you are.”



He picked up his phone and focused the camera again in her face to capture her wanting expression. He took a close up of her exposed breasts and brought the camera down between her legs. He gently parted her cunt lips to expose her pussy and asshole to the camera. Hey pussy was dripping wet and her clit was engorged. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, making her moan wildly.



“You are willingly showing off your most private parts to the camera,” he said sensually rubbing her clit, “You want everyone to know what a slut you are, don’t you?”



Meera could barely comprehend what he was saying. All she could feel was the skillful stimulation of her clit, driving her crazy with pleasure. “Yes..I want this..” she gasped.



The man slipped a finger inside her wet pussy and it slipped in easily. “Not so tight I see,” he said sensually moving his finger in and out of her, “How many men have fucked your pussy?”



“I don’t know…” she gasped as she moaned in pleasure of the sensual finger fuck.



“What about your ass?” he said as he inserted his lubricated finger in her ass.



“I don’t know…” she said again.



“Lost count already?” the man laughed, “Such a slut!”



“Read this…” the man ordered her pointing towards her pussy tattoo.



When Meera hesitated, he sharply pinched her clit making her groan. “Cock..hungry..hole..” she gasped.



“Care to show me where exactly this hole is?” the man said with a smile.



Meera was now desperate and she began fingering her pussy. The man captured every moment of her degradation on camera. He smiled at the thought of showing the video to all the people who knew her and humiliating her thoroughly.



He roughly pulled her finger out of her pussy and slapped her boobs. “Shameless slut,” he said, “Get on all fours like a bitch and beg to be fucked.”



Meera got on all fours. The man began to rub the tip of his hard cock against her desperate pussy. He positioned the camera right in front of her face so that her desperate expressions could be captured. He teased her by continuously rubbing his cock against her pussy but never penetrating it. He teased her till she could take it no more.



“Please fuck me…” she begged.



“What was that?” the man said, “I couldn’t hear you. Louder please.”



“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she screamed.



Satisfied at her humiliation, the man rammed the entire length of his cock inside her and began to fuck her hard. Meera had an orgasm within seconds. She grunted like an animal and wildly thrust her hips backwards, meeting his thrusts.



“Wow!” he said as he continued fucking her, “You look so beautiful when you cum. What’s your boyfriend’s name again? Ah yes, Kabir! Does he know how many men you are fucking here? I’m definitely gonna show this to him. Can you imagine how he is going to feel when he finds out that his sweetheart Meera is actually just a cock hungry whore.”



Something about the mention of Kabir triggered Meera. She began to get agitated trying to move away from the man, but he grabbed her hips as he fucked her hard and deep.



“I’m gonna tell him,” he said as he neared his orgasm, “How good this pussy feels and how willingly you let me fuck you. Why, Kabir can actually see it himself how you desperately begged me to fuck you…and your beautiful expressions when you came on my cock...”



Meera’s eyes shot open. It was like she jolted out of a trance. The camera still recording the act, now recorded the feeling of shame and guilt on her face. But those feelings were quickly replaced with anger. The kind of anger that would make her explode. The man continued to fuck her roughly calling her degrading names.



“STOP! STOP!!” she screamed.



“Shut up bitch,” the man growled, “You’ve had your fun already. This will stop only when I am done.”



Meera was extremely frantic and struggled violently. The man held her down and continued fucking her. But that didn’t slow her down. She managed to break free from his grip with all her strength. Her face was boiling with rage. The wrath overtook her conscious thinking and she grabbed an empty whiskey bottle and smashed it on his head. She rapidly stabbed the man’s face, neck with the broken bottle. The man screamed and fell down. He tried to stop Meera but her anger had given her extraordinary strength. She sat up on his chest and continued stabbing him rapidly. Blood spurted all over, and the man’s dying screams only seem to fuel her. She stabbed him at least a hundred times, and continued stabbing him even after he had stopped breathing.



Then she collapsed next to him. She was still breathing but all her energies had been drained. She lay there for a few minutes and helped herself to her feet. She then walked out of the door, out of the camera’s field.



After sometime in the video, another man entered the cabin. His eyes shot wide open as he saw the man lying lifeless in a pool of his own blood.



The man hastily made a phone call.



“The girl…she..she..escaped,” the man stuttered, trembling in fear “And the client…is dead…she murdered him, that bloody bitch!”



There was a brief pause.



“I’m sorry boss, I shouldn’t have left them alone…the client wanted some drinks I just went to get them…” the man said.



Another brief pause.



“Yes…yes…of course, I’m going into the woods right away…I’ll…I’ll find her….but what about the body?” the man asked.



Another brief pause.



“Okay…okay…” the man said and rushed out of the cabin.



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The video ran for another 4 hours. There was no movement in the cabin. The man never came back. The phone’s battery died and the video ended.

WOW, This was another amzing update, full of thrill, suspense and erotica. i could easily feel the intensity of scenes, a sense of horror.

“Hey sweetheart,” Mithila said fondling her head, “I really care about you and I know you’ve been through a lot. I just don’t want you to suffer anymore.”



“And how exactly do you plan to do that? By keeping me in la-la land forever? By making me believe everything is perfect and beautiful?” Meera said sternly, “If something happened to me, I deserve to know!”



Mithila wasn’t convinced but the desperate look on Meera’s face made her reconsider.

Meera's and mithilia's bonding seems to getting stronger, cause mithilia has broke the rules for her. she took someone to a the the crime scene with no police authority, i wonder if police gonna be involved in this. I could really feel the sense of love and friendship in this scene. my heart felt it.

“I’ll never be ok till I face my demons,” Meera said calmly and stepped out of the car and walked into the dark forest.



Memories of that night kept flashing before her eyes. She knew she was held in some kind of a wooden cabin. She kept walking through the woods. The night was brighter than the night she had escaped. The moon was brighter, and she could see better. At a distance she found a ruined wooden structure. There was a small pond nearby. A memory flash hit her.

Meera's characters has shown great strength and will power in this scene, and hat off to your writing skills, you wrote this scene smoothly enough so that reader could easily dive in to the story.

Meera snapped out of the memory flash and fell down on her knees trying to catch her breath. She rested her back against a tree for a while, trying to compose herself. Once she felt better, she gazed at the wooden cabin.



With trembling steps, she walked towards the cabin. As she pushed open the door, she could smell the revolting stench of a rotting body. She shone the flashlight across the room. She found a man’s decomposing body, with a head would that had bled profusely. He was wearing a mask. She pulled up a part of the mask to have a look at his face but the stab wounds were so deep, his face was smashed beyond recognition. There were wounds on his neck too, possibly deep wounds, cutting through his carotids that made him bleed to death. She found the man’s clothes lying nearby. She searched his pockets and found his wallet. Along with his credit cards, she found an ID in it. She always had strong feeling that she knew him.

so her instincts were right, her memory is recovering, also now she has found many things that can bring some sense of stability in her memories.

Meera doused each and every object in the room in kerosene. She found the man’s cigarette lighter lying nearby. She set the whole cabin ablaze.



She stood at a distance for some time watching the fire consume the whole cabin. She watched the wooden framework crumble and fall. She didn’t know why, but she felt peaceful watching the place burn.

So, like "jab we met style" burn everything down, down to the ground. damm, i loved this scene so much. It shows deep emotions of hatred, and it clearly shows meera's desperately want revenge for this.
Also, This scene shows love can be a huge motivator, as soon as ajeet mentioned his BF name, some nerve chord stroke in her and she snapped, cause he was trying to hamulate her in the name of love, she killed him trying to protect her harsh truth from her loving bf.


I loved this whole update, a true story telling gift you have.

Waiting for more updates.

 

[Dungeon Master]

“I think no one entered the cabin after that,” Meera said, “And perhaps they orders were to find me first and then to deal with the body. Perhaps something happened to this man while he was looking for me.”



Mithila was completely shaken. “I don’t know what to say Meera, this is all too much for me.”



“I understand,” Meera said giving her a gentle side hug, “But it is what it is. We can’t change any of this. But you don’t have to worry Mithila. You are a sweetheart. You are an angel for me, and you have done what no one else ever has. I have another request. Please drive me to Queen’s Heart bar in Colaba, I think I worked there. Perhaps I’ll remember something more.”



Mithila began to drive towards Colaba. It was a long way ahead. It took almost 2 hours for them to reach their destination. Both women were very quiet all along.



Finally, they reached Queen’s Heart. The place was alive and buzzing with people. The lights and the music brought back Meera’s suppressed memories. She just remained very quiet and gazed that the bar’s entrance with moist eyes, remembering all the bittersweet moments she spent there. A tear rolled down her cheek as she stepped out of the car without saying a word to Mithila.



“Where are you going Meera?” Mithila asked, but Meera didn’t respond.



Meera kept walking towards the bar. She stared the entrance for a moment and then turned left. Mithila followed her quietly through the narrow lanes and alleys. On the way Mithila kept trying to talk the her by Meera didn’t say a word. She kept walking, like she knew the way. Finally, she turned into one narrow alley and arrived at a building. It looked like an old structure in a congested locality. The paint over the walls had peeled off at places. The building appeared so rickety, looked like it could collapse any time. Meera quietly walked upstairs to the second floor and stood in front of room no 203. Mithila was following her.



There were a few potted plants near the door. Meera reached into one of the plants and found a key. She opened the door with the key and entered the room. It was a humble apartment. She entered the apartment, and touched the object in the room fondly, with a faint smile on her face, as if remembering them. And then a painful memory hit her like lightning.



Her own screams echoed in her ears. She placed her palms over her ears in a desperate attempt to make it stop. She ran outside the door, down the stairs. Mithila tried to follow her but Meera was too fast. Within seconds she was out of her sight.



“Meera!” Mithila called out, “Meera, where are you?”



It was late night and there was no one on the street. There were dark alleys all around her, Mithila felt like she was trapped in some kind of a maze. She kept calling out Meera’s name but didn’t get a response. She started looking for Meera at each and every corner or the area.



Finally, she turned into one dark alley and she heard sobbing noises. She found a dumpster there and carefully tiptoed around it. She found Meera hiding next to the dumpster, curled up and sobbing bitterly.



“Hey there girl,” Mithila said rubbing her shoulder, “What are you doing here? Let’s get you back to the hospital.”



“I remember now Mithila,” Meera said tearfully, “I was hiding here that night, this was the last place I felt safe before…they found me…”


Mithila helped Meera to her feet and hugged her. “You are safe now sweetheart,” Mithila said, “Come let’s get you into the car.”



Meera took tiny steps as Mithila supported her. She felt…empty, like all her energy had been drained away. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks and ran back towards the dumpster and began to search something underneath it. Her eyes gleamed as she found it and began to reach for it.



“What is it Meera?” Mithila asked.



“My phone,” she said and she grabbed it and got up dusting her clothes. “The battery is dead, but I’m sure it will still work. The phone dropped out of my hand when they dragged me away and slid underneath here…I was talking to Kabir…I had called him for help…” a tear rolled down her eyes as Meera spoke.



Mithila wiped off her tears and slowly guided Meera back to the car. “We need to get you back to the hospital,” she said as she started driving.



Meera quietly gazed out of the window for a long time. When she had gathered enough strength, she spoke.



“I remember a few things now Mithila, not everything but just a few things. The dream about the crate, it was real. Me and Kabir, we landed on the coast of Mumbai about 4 months ago. I believe we were escaping from some place, that is why we had to travel on a cargo ship inside a crate. I really don’t remember anything before this point. Travelling inside a crate was a disturbing experience and I don’t know how many days we were in there. Perhaps I was drugged so that I don’t freak out. Once we landed here, the crate in which I was hiding was unloaded on the docks. Kabir helped me out of the crate. I couldn’t remember anything, but Kabir comforted me…”



Mithila was listening patiently. “Go on,” she said.



Meera started narrating her story…



“He was a few years elder to me, he was like my guardian. He told me we used to be slaves somewhere in a gulf country. Kabir’s looks and Arabic accent made me feel that he was perhaps a native of one of the middle Eastern countries. But he wouldn’t tell me anything more than that. I often asked him about where I came from, where my family was, and who I was really. But he never told me anything. All he would say is that I was sold as a slave when I was very young and he watched them do horrible things to me. I asked him about the degrading words written on my body, and he said back when I was a slave in the gulf, my Masters marked me as some sort of a punishment. But he never told me why I was punished. The more he watched me suffer, the stronger his feelings grew for me and the stronger the determination to help me escape.”



“Now we were in Mumbai, we weren’t slaves anymore, we were free! I still remember the evening we set foot in this city; it was perhaps the most beautiful moment of my life. I was with my Kabir, I remember that beautiful sunset I saw sitting next to him holding his hand, the mark of a new life for us.”



“But the joy was transient. Soon cold and hunger consumed our happiness. We had to make a living, we had to feed ourselves. We spent the rest of the evening walking around the city approaching various establishments for a job, no matter how menial, we were ready to do it. And finally, we found a bar by the name Queen’s Heart, who needed waiters. Me and Kabir instantly agreed for the job. The bar’s manager was a pervert and kept making passes at me but as long as Kabir was around, he wouldn’t cross the line.”



“There I met Sharon. She was also a waitress at the bar. She was very sweet. She let me share her room and found a place for Kabir to stay too, with some of her male colleagues. The new job brought a new wave of happiness in our lives. We had money, we had a decent place to live, we felt truly free.”



“Sharon was a lovely girl. Me and her, we became kind of best friends. She told me about herself. She was from a village near Goa. She had lost her father at a young age and her mother and 2 siblings depended on her. So, she had moved to Mumbai, so she could make some money for her family. We got along really well, we used to hang out, go the malls, salons, do a lot of girl stuff together. We shared secrets and we became the best of friends. And I had Kabir too. Kabir and me, we got to spend a lot of time with each other. Our fondness grew and we fell in love. And one day, Kabir proposed me!”



Meera blushed as she remembered that moment.



“And I said yes, of course…we had dreams you know, of living a life together, so sharing all joys and sorrows and maybe have children…”



Meera’s eyes suddenly became tearful. Meera switched on her phone that had charged enough by now. She showed pictures of herself and Sharon to Mithila. “And that is Kabir, my darling.” She said showing Mithila a picture of Kabir.



Mithila looked at Meera’s face. She had the brightest of smile on her face as she talked about Kabir. Her eyes gleamed with joy as she recalled the beautiful moments spent with him. Mithila smiled looking at Meera’s joyful face.



“Everything was fine until one day, Sharon just left in the wee hours of the night. She just sent me a text – “Mom’s sick, gotta go home.” I tried to call her but her phone was switched off,” Meera continued her narration.



“Few hours after she left, there was a rude knock on her door. I looked at the time, it was 3 am. I wondered who could be knocking like that on the door.



“Who is it?” I asked.



“Open the door bitch!” one man shouted.



I was alerted and grabbed my phone. Suddenly the door flung open. The men had kicked open the door. I was terrified seeing four men barge into my flat.



“Where is she?” the man asked her roughly.



“Who?” I asked.



“Sharon! Where is she?” the man asked again. He signalled the other three men to search for her in the apartment.



“She left for home in the morning,” I said in utter confusion, “Her mother is sick.”



“That lying piece of shit!” the man growled, “She disappeared with a large packet of heroin she was supposed to deliver.”



I couldn’t believe my ears. I had never imagined that Sharon was involved with drug dealers.



“Take her instead,” the man said, “she’ll do just fine.”



“What?” I screamed her eyes wide open in horror, “Why me? I had nothing to do with this…please let me go.”



“Do you know the cost of the packet Sharon stole?” the man growled, “You are going to recover those costs for us.”



“No please…” I begged as the men dragged me out of the door and down the stairs, “Please let me go…please…”



“Hold her,” one of the men said, “We’ll get the car.”



Two men held me while the other two, left to get their car. I was still in shock, I could barely realize what was happening. But I knew this was my only chance of escaping. I used all my strength to struggle free from their grip and ran as fast as could. I turn into a dark alley but I could not run further as there was a dead end. I tried to retrace my steps, but I heard those men talking, “Where the fuck did she go? Find her at any cost! Spread out, search in each and every alley!”



I knew I had to hide. I could never outrun them. I found a dumpster in that alley. I hid behind it. I was trembling in fear. I had my phone with me, I tried to call Kabir, but he didn’t answer. I called him again and again but still there was no answer. I started to type a text but he called back. I answered almost immediately, but I guess one of the goons heard my phone ringing and started rapidly approaching me.



“You OK Meera?” Kabir asked.



“Kabir…some men are after me…it’s because of Sharon, she was involved with drug dealers…and now she’s gone leaving me alone and...now they are after me…please help…me please…”



“Where are you now?” he asked.



“I’m hiding in an alley near my apartment near the…,” I could barely complete my sentence when I saw one of those men standing right in front of me and screamed.





“Found her! Over here!” he shouted out to the other men.



The man grabbed me roughly and dragged me out. My phone dropped out of my hand and slipped under the dumpster. He slapped me multiple times and said, “Shut the fuck up bitch, the more noise you make, the worse this is going to be for you.”



“We need to drag her for quite some distance,” another man said, “These alleys are too narrow for the car.”



“Walk quietly or I slit your throat,” the man holding me said holding a knife to my throat.



I had no choice. I walked with them up to their car. Just as they were about to drag me in, I saw a bike’s headlight. It was Kabir!



“Kabir!” I screamed, “Help me!”



“Quick get her in,” said one man pushing me inside the car and they drove off.



Kabir followed us relentlessly. As long as I could see him, my heart was at peace.



“What the hell does he think he is doing?” one of them commented looking at me, “Ask him to back off or he loses his life.”



“Please let me go,” I begged.



“That is just not possible girl,” the man said calmly taking out a gun, “Ask him to stop following us or I’ll have to shoot him.”



“No! No! please don’t,” I begged, “Please don’t hurt him…”



“Then tell him to fuck off,” he ordered.



I leaned towards the car’s window and saw Kabir following closely. I couldn’t hold back my tears. “Stop following,” I said to him, “They’ll shoot you if you don’t!”



“No Meera, I can’t let them take you,” Kabir said.



“Please Kabir, don’t risk your life for me…I love you, I need you…” I said.



Kabir seemed to consider it for a moment and slowed down.



“Don’t be a dickhead!” the man from the front seat barked, “Shoot him while you still can. This guy could cause trouble.”



“NO! NO! PLEASE DON’T” I screamed as loud as I could but the man pulled me inside the car and fired his gun. A single bullet was fired from his gun, and in less than a second…I lost everything. I tried to look through the rear window, I saw Kabir fallen on the road lying in a pool of his blood. I could not even take a proper look at him, the car just sped away.



“Now look what you did to your lover boy,” the man said to me, “He is dead because of you.”



Something broke within me that instant. I should have never made that phone call. Kabir died because of me. He died! Just like that! All our dreams shattered in an instant. I felt like I had lost all strength. My Kabir was gone. I was completely at the mercy of these men now. I had no energy left to struggle anymore. I just closed my eyes and wept quietly.



They drove for almost an hour and finally dragged me out. It was a secluded warehouse in the outskirts of a city. The fact that they didn’t bother blindfolding me, I knew they weren’t going to let me go alive ever. I had no complaints…it was ok if they were going to kill me after they were done using me, I just hoped, the sooner the better. At least that way I could be with Kabir, I could tell him how much I love him, and that I am sorry.



The men dragged me and pushed me in front of another man who seemed to be their leader.



“Sharon escaped,” one of the men said to their leader, “So we brought her instead.”



“Hmmm..” the leader said scanning me from head to toe. He lifted my chin to have a good look at my face and asked, “What’s your name girl?”



“Meera,” I replied. I couldn’t hold back my tears.



The man grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, he started running his hand gently through my hair.


“You look like a sweet girl Meera,” he said wiping my tears, “Look at that innocent face.”



He started sliding my dress off my shoulders. I felt crushed being stripped in front of so many men. I resisted him.



“What’s the matter?” he spoke in his typical soft tone, “All these men are going to fuck you eventually, so there’s nothing to be shy about.”



“Please don’t…” I begged.



“Would you rather have us tear it down?” he asked again softly with a smile.



I felt utterly helpless. I was drowning in shame as he made one of his men pull down my dress. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I was standing wearing only my panties in front of 5 men. And now they could see the degrading words written on my body.



“Woah!” the leader exclaimed running his hand over my tattoos, “What the hell! What’s your story girl? Who did this to you?”



“I don’t know, I don’t remember,” I said as tears continuously poured from my eyes.



“Hmmm…so someone fucked you up real good and then messed up your head so that you don’t remember a thing…interesting. That’s what created this rare magic of an innocent face with the body of a slut,” he said, “I so badly want to fuck you girl…”



He grabbed my hair and forced a kiss. He then grabbed my arm and took me to a room nearby. There was a bed there covered with dirty sheets. He made me lie down on the bed and roughly pulled off my panties.



“Open your legs and let me see your holes,” he ordered.



I just couldn’t. The shame was too much. He sharply pinched my ass and said, “Understand one thing girl, from now onwards, you are just a piece of flesh to be used and this is going to be your life. The quicker you learn to obey commands, the better this miserable little life is going to be for you.”



Realizing I had no choice, I obeyed his command.



He bent over to have a close look at my pussy and ass. “Hmm…,” he said, “definitely not a virgin. Do you remember how many men have fucked you till now?”



I had no answer to his humiliating question. I just closed my eyes and shook my head.



“Even if you knew,” he said with a smirk, “you are about to lose count now.”



He tied a tourniquet on my arm.



“What are you doing?” I asked nervously.



“Giving you a shot to ease you up…” he said loading a syringe.



“Please no, not that…” I said desperately trying to get away from him.



He grabbed my ankle and roughly pulled me towards him. “Your body is mine to use as I please,” he growled, “and if I want to give you a shot you take that shot get it? Eventually you’ll realize this is actually mercy. I really don’t want to hurt you girl, physically or mentally. That would be bad for business.”



He pricked the needle in skin and the very next moment I felt a cold fluid enter my vein. It instantly reached my brain and my vision became hazy. It was a trance-like state, I could no longer tell what is real. I felt him crawl on top of me, he was naked too. He smiled at me and started nibbling my neck. I had completely lost control over my body. I felt like I was floating, like I was lying on a cloud. He started nibbling my nipples and waves of pleasure started shooting towards my pussy. I could feel the heat gather between my legs. My body began to crave his touch. My hands were all over his body, my fingernails digging into his skin, pulling him towards me. I grabbed his hair and pushed his head harder against my breasts. The maddening pleasure made me moan uncontrollably.



I felt his hard cock against my pussy. My pussy was profusely wet and my clit was swollen with desire. He was teasing me. He rubbed his hard tip against my pussy. To add to my desperation, he started rubbing both my nipples with his thumbs. He was smiling at the desperate moans that escaped my lips.



“The men outside can hear you, you know…” he teased, “You are moaning real loud, like a bitch in heat.”



At the point, I didn’t really care. I had surrendered to by body’s desires. I began to rhythmically began to thrust my hips to trying to meet his.



“Such a desperate slut,” he said as he began to insert his cock inside me slowly, inch by inch.



He loved this slow torture. He smirked as he watched my face contort with desire and my eyes beg for more. He slowly began to thrust in and out of me. I was drowning in ecstasy. The pleasure was so much, I never wanted him to stop. Whatever was left of my conscious mind was utterly ashamed of myself. Perhaps I could never look myself in the eye for enjoying this degradation, but it was beyond my control. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to thrust upwards. I wanted him deep inside me. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, I wanted to feel him explode. The thought itself was driving me insane, and drove me to the most intense orgasm I ever had. Everything faded into background and all I could feel was his hot hard rod going in and out of me. I don’t know how long that orgasm lasted but as long as it did, I felt like heaven.



My body relaxed after the orgasm, but I was still lying all wide open and spread out for him to continue fucking me for as long as he wanted. I just so badly wanted him to cum in me. But he decided something else. When he neared his orgasm, he withdrew his cock and came on my face. He loved the fact that it instantly made look like a slut.



The sexual pleasures died down pretty quickly and shame and humiliation took over as he called his men in the room and let them have a look at me lying naked, exposed with a cum covered face. They jeered and me and took pictures of me in humiliating positions.



“All yours now..” the leader said as he walked out of the room.



“NO! NO!...please…” I begged as all four of them ganged up on me at once.



“Relax cunt, you’ll do just fine, you are a habitual slut, you just don’t know it,” he said with a grin.



I looked at all four of them in horror and screamed in fear.



“All right, give her another shot and be gentle,” the leader ordered his men, “Don’t damage her,”



One of the men then approached me with another syringe. Once the drug was in my vein, I was almost unconscious. I could just feel multiple hands over my body, my nipples being continuously played, and I was repeatedly penetrated in my pussy, ass and mouth. I don’t even know how long the ordeal lasted but once it was done, I was glad that I could finally rest.



I really don’t remember clearly what happened after that, but they held me captive and forced themselves on me one after the other multiple times. After a few days, I vaguely remember that they moved me to the cabin in the woods. They kept me on drugs most of the time, so I don’t remember clearly but I know that I was forced to have sex with multiple men. I just have bits and pieces of memories. The most recent memory I have is of that night you found me, almost 3 nights ago.



Meera checked the call logs on her phone to check when she made the last call to Kabir. “2 weeks,” she said to Mithila, “They held me captive for 2 weeks. I am sure they never meant to let me go alive, but I guess I am lucky that I could escape.”



Mithila noticed that Meera had become jittery and drew her arms and legs closer. She suddenly felt very cold. She began to shiver and she felt an ache in her muscles that kept growing by the minutes.


“What’s happening to me, Mithila?” she asked in a trembling voice.



“It’s the withdrawal,” Mithila said as she pulled over the car. She picked up a blanket from the backseat and wrapped it around the trembling girl, “We need to get you to the hospital quickly. And after that you might need rehab. The drugs they’ve been pumping in you were highly addictive.”



“Am I going to be okay?” Meera asked.



“Of course,” Mithila said handing over a pill to her with some water, “Take this, you’ll feel better. Just hang in tight, while I drive you back to the hospital.”



After some time Meera began to feel better. She took off the blanket, and rested her back against the car’s seat, gazing the fast moving city from the car’s window. There was a storm in her heart and so many things running in her head, but her expression was calm.



“Do you remember someone named Naina?” Mithila asked quickly gazing at Meera.



Meera thought for a moment and replied, “Not at the moment, why do you ask?”



“Last night after I injected you with a tranquilizer and you fell asleep in my arms, you referred to me as “Naina”.



“Is it?” Meera said taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry, I don’t remember…”



“It’s alright,” Mithila said with a faint smile, “Just close your eyes and try to relax. We’ll be there soon.”



Soon they reached the hospital. Meera was feeling weak, she could barely walk. Mithila ordered a nurse to get a wheel chair for her. As the nurse was taking Meera back to the ward, the receptionist called out to her.



“Miss. Meera,” she said, “Your brother was here to see you.”



Meera and Mithila shot each other a nervous look.



“My brother?” Meera asked.



“Yes,” the receptionist, “Mr. Aryan Sinha, he was eager to see you. I informed him that you were taken to another hospital for a CT scan and that you would return soon. He said he’ll come back and visit you in the morning.”



“Can you show me how he looked like? I have a little trouble with my memory,” Meera requested.



The receptionist looked and Mithila and Mithila nodded in approval. The receptionist showed her the CCTV footage of the man who claimed to be her brother.



“How did you know that he is my brother?” Meera asked.



“He had your picture, and he knew your name, and he said he was your brother,” the receptionist said.



“Can I see the picture? What it a picture of me with him?” Meera asked.



“No, it was in his phone, just a picture of you…” she said nervously, “Is…there a problem?”



“Not at all,” Meera said with a nervous smile, “I’ll see him once he comes to visit tomorrow.”



The nurse then escorted Meera to her ward and Mithila accompanied. The nurse helped Meera get onto her bed and left. Meera and Mithila were both nervous.



“Did you know him?” Mithila asked.



“No,” Meera said closing her eyes tightly, “These men...they won’t stop hunting me till I’m dead.”



“Meera,” Mithila said, “I think it is time we should go to the police.”



“Are you serious?” Meera said, “I killed a man Mithila. You saw it with your own eyes. The police are just going to lock me away.”



“You did that out of grave provocation Meera,” Mithila argued, “He raped you!”



“Rape?” Meera scoffed, “I begged him to fuck me, did you miss that part?”



“You were drugged Meera!” Mithila said, “I have proof that there was heroin in your blood in high doses!”



“You have proof that there were high doses of drugs I my blood,” Meera said with a tear rolling down her cheek, “Do you have proof that I did not inject it myself? They’ll just prove that I am a junkie whore who murdered a man brutally for a shot…”



“Meera..I…” Mithila stopped mid sentence not knowing what to say…



“I’ve lost Kabir Mithila,” Meera said, “Now I can’t afford to lose my freedom…”



Mithila hugged Meera and rubbed her back. “Okay Meera, if you don’t want to go to the police…I’m changing your room right now, you cannot stay one more minute in this room. You are not safe here. And tomorrow, I am shifting you to another hospital with a different name.” Mithila said with determination.



“Can I have a smoke?” Meera requested.



“This is a hospital Meera!” Mithila said sternly.



“Please…” Meera requested.



Mithila stared at her for a minute and then her expression softened. She reached into her purse and took out a cigarette and gave it to Meera and held a lighter for her. Meera lit the cigarette and took a puff.



“Why are you doing this, Mithila?” Meera asked.



“Doing what?” Mithila asked.



“You know what you are doing,” Meera said taking another puff, “You are going far out of your way to help me.”



“I just care about you girl,” Mithila said holding Meera’s face in her palms.



“As far as I know,” Meera said, “Doctors don’t babysit patients. You are not just doing your job. The way you are handling this is way too personal.”



“Meera!” Mithila said looking into her eyes, “You aren’t just a patient for me. You didn’t just walk into my clinic one fine evening and walk out with a prescription. I found you lying on the road, drugged and wounded, with no idea of who you were!”



“You are risking way too much Mithila,” Meera said, “It is hard to believe it is just out of sympathy. You know I killed somebody, and you are still not reporting me to the police. Knowing that keeping quiet about a crime as serious as murder also makes you an accomplice, you are still helping me. You’ve been spending way too much time with me, smuggling me out of a hospital, driving me around to crime scenes, and now you are trying to protect me from people who perhaps want me dead. Do you even realize how dangerous this could be for you? You are an intelligent woman and you know what’s at stake, and you are doing it anyway, for someone you know for how long? 3 days?! Why?”



“Meera…I…” Mithila stopped mid-sentence. She suddenly became tearful.



Meera noticed the sudden change in Mithila’s expression. Meera held Mithila’s face in her palms and asked, “What happened Mithila?”



Mithila was tearful and choking in grief, “I know how it feels…many years ago…I was raped in a moving car and thrown on the street…I lay there naked and cold…waiting for someone to help me…but no one did for hours…I thought I was going to die…I remember how helpless I was…I just wanted someone to hold me…and tell me I that I was safe…when I found you that night…I just couldn’t leave you out there in the cold…and if you killed a rapist, you did the world a great favor, that bastard fucking deserved it!”



Meera’s expression suddenly softened to know Mithila’s reason. She gave Mithila a warm hug and comforted her. “I am sorry for what you have been through and I really appreciate your kindness Mithila,” Meera said, “But my world is way too dark. I cannot put you in danger, that would be so selfish. You are a doctor; you have a loving husband and a good life. Don’t risk it for some street scum like me. Let me go Mithila, I’ll sort out my mess on my own, trust me.”





Mithila was still in tears. “But you need to be in rehab,” she said wiping her tears.



Meera smiled, “Just give me those pills that you gave me in the car, I’ll be fine.”



Mithila cleared Meera’s discharge formalities. She gave Meera some money to help her with the transport and to find herself a place to live.



“Where will you go?” Mithila asked.



“I know a place,” Meera said with a smile.

This update was so emotional, it felt just right into the heart. I felt the depth of love between meera and kabir, the emotions of remorse and sadness she felt.

My heart felt like drowning in the sea of tears when kabir was killed, and meera hold herself accountable for his death, after that she just wished death for herself. this update brought every emotion we could ever feel to the table love, hate, fear, anger, hate, remorse, sadness, kindness aka everything. Most of this update taught us about the love life of meera and kabir, how love filled her life with dreams.

Love is gift of life, that brings everything to you including the pain.

Getting a little emotional while writing this, but that is just the magic of your writing skills, .

Waiting for more.

 

[Sasha!]

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.

There is a child? of course there is a child you mentioned her in the first update... But was too hurried to remember :p

And that hanging damn hot... Touch being the only sense alive it literally sets the whole body on fire! It was sweet and rough although the fingerfucking was too much I mean 8 fingers

Loved the update... You are beautifully potraying why Meera have become such cold

P.S I still hate her for the torture of Pankhudi Armaan will avenge

 

[Indian Princess]

There is a child? of course there is a child you mentioned her in the first update... But was too hurried to remember :p

And that hanging damn hot... Touch being the only sense alive it literally sets the whole body on fire! It was sweet and rough although the fingerfucking was too much I mean 8 fingers

Loved the update... You are beautifully potraying why Meera have become such cold

P.S I still hate her for the torture of Pankhudi Armaan will avenge

Thanks for your reply

Meera was lucky they inserted only fingers not the whole fist

We will see about Armaan's revenge once this story ends

Next update coming soon

 

[Ristrcted]

iske baad se ladki ko tag karna hoga apan naam dekhne yaha aayega
bahut si ladkiyan hai yaha pe

 

[Sasha!]

Thanks for your reply

Meera was lucky they inserted only fingers not the whole fist

We will see about Armaan's revenge once this story ends

Next update coming soon

Waiting for that make pankh avenge herself woman to woman

 

[Indian Princess]

Waiting for that make pankh avenge herself woman to woman

that would be out of character for Pankh

Only besides only Armaan is powerful enough to do it. Game of Chess sequel is planned but that depends on the overall reception of this story.

 

[Sasha!]

that would be out of character for Pankh

Only besides only Armaan is powerful enough to do it. Game of Chess sequel is planned but that depends on the overall reception of this story.

Then let Armaan teach her

Just kidding you write as it pleases you I will gladly read

But you gotta give Armaan his revenge :

 

[Bhavana694]

Dammnnn so today is bondage form of bdsm.

That intensity and situation of meera was oh gosh sooo lit. You wrote that scenario so perfectly that at one stage I was imagining myself in place of meera. That finger fuck, those spankings, that wax treatment, nipple bitings oof just too much to take and than like a cherry on cake there was a sandwich sex of meera with she completely blindfolded. Gosh that was too much to take and than every feeling of lust subsided and a feeling of pain and affection starts to build towards meera. That brave girl just saw a vision of her daughter. I cant imagine what would be going on inside her heart its like her soul has come back. A new reason to live she gound. Nd the theraphy session at mithila's clinic nd all those memories and dark past came right in front of her.

Again this update starts with wetting panties and ended in wetting eyes. Keep the flow going. Great job.