Mad For Her

Priti's POV

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

My life was nothing different. I was just a 17-year-old girl who was happy with my small family of three: me, my Paa, and my little brother Piyush, who was seven years younger than me.

Piyush and I weren't related by blood. His mother had passed away during childbirth due to complications, leaving my father and me to care for him from the very start.

Despite the absence of blood ties, our bond was stronger than any genetic connection. We relied on each other, creating a cocoon of love and support in the absence of other family.

Those early years were filled with simple joys and challenges. My father worked hard to provide for us, and I took on the responsibilities of both a sister and a mother to Piyush.

We lived in a modest home, but it was filled with warmth and laughter. My dreams were simple then—finishing school, finding a job, and building a future for us.

Little did I know that our peaceful circle was about to face a storm that would change everything.

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

My father met with an accident and became paralyzed. And I found myself as 17 years old teenager with the responsibility of caring for my 10-year-old brother and no source of income.

I was just 17 years old, left to handle everything on my own. On top of that, we didn't have any relatives.

My Paa, despite his paralysis, did his best to provide for us by keeping his bank accounts but that went empty one day, and his unrecovering condition left me and my brother alone, without anyone to offer comfort or support.

During that difficult time, my best friend Saveer helped me tremendously, but I didn't want to burden him, so I stopped accepting his help.

I felt like I had no one to call my own, no one who would genuinely help me without expecting something in return.

That's when I met him—a true demon disguised as a gentleman. My naive love trapped me in a cage with him, where he tormented and ultimately destroyed me.

I never imagined that my decision to choose him would lead me to such distress.

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

But now, what's the use of dwelling on it? What I did can't be undone, because I willingly chose to love him.

Perhaps I was too blind to see his true colors.

Maybe if I had listened to that inner voice screaming at me that I was wrong, today I wouldn't regret my decisions so much. But now, everything has fallen apart, and I have nothing left in my hands.

With this burden weighing on me, I'm leaving this city, The city of Dreams Mumbai.

I'll run away from him, far away from my haunting past and those scary Memories.

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

I don't want to get used by him anymore, I am tired getting bedded by him, satisfying his needs.

Too tired.

I know I am not ready for the consequences.

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

I am ready to die happily, It's better than sacrificing my one more child.

I just feel disgusting with my body whenever I get reminder of how much he loves this flesh of mine, He never gave me scar, Never let my body get into any unhealthy shackles.

The lust drops from his eyes all for What? This good for nothing Flesh.

I am not a beautiful girl, If you say ugly it will suit me better, being dark skinned girl is always an issue in our society, but

he was so different.

The first thing that attracted to me towards him was his eyes which showed admiration for my body rather than disgust.

He was the one who made me feel beautiful about myself, and confident about my body, and he was the one who crushed everything at once, my pride too.

He ruined everything between us even the love I had for him.

He ruined us.

I never asked so much from God just a loving partner. but I got him. An untamable devil in return.

I want to get away from him, anyhow and I will do it, For the little life inside of me, that too belongs to him.

A woman can be everything Priti, for her child, selfish, betrayer, whore and destroyer too.

I still remember his mother's words and I want those words to be come true.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can't lose my second one.

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

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

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

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

Leaving the city of dreams Mumbai.

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

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

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

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

My dreams, My life, My child, My father, My brother everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I knew I looked like a mess with a crying face, tears-stained cheeks, smudged lipstick, and Maskara, I left his farmhouse just after getting out of his bed and in this condition anyone would think me a thief or a mental patient who ran away from the hospital.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am caught.

That inspector was here just to stop that bus, and his work is officially done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I would not beg in front of him.

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

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

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

I hate that nickname how I hate him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Once a whore, always a whore.

But you know Sweetheart, I love whores, Especially You, My little Whore."

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First chapter I will add more chapters, if you are re~reading good for you.

Age will be changed.

Especially age gap between Priti and Ayaan will be huge.

Extreme smutty chapter will be available on Scrollstack not on Watty some for free some paid.

writing here…