Chapter 1
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Writer: Anaya Novels
Episode No. 1
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It was 6 in the morning.
The alarm on the bedside table kept ringing, but the stubborn girl refused to get up.
âManha! Manha, get up girl, itâs already 6!â
âWhat?! Itâs 6?! Why didnât you wake me up? That Dracula will suck my blood, Mama! Ugh, GodâŠâ
She quickly jumped up, slid her feet into her slippers, and ran to the bathroom. After freshening up and taking a shower, she came out wearing a navy blue bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a towel.
Looking at the wall clock, it was already 6:30. Mama had left the room. She rushed to the dressing room, wore a mustard yellow kurta with trousers, dried her hair in front of the mirror, applied some lotion on her face, dabbed a light lip tint, wrapped her dupatta around her neck, and ran out.
By now, it was 6:40.
âManha beta, hurry up, you have to make breakfast,â said Big Mama (Draculaâs mom).
âBig Mama, please you get him ready. Iâm running late!â she said, rushing straight into Draculaâs room.
She sighed in relief as soon as she entered. He wasnât there.
She could hear water running from the bathroomâhe was probably in the shower.
Manha went into the dressing room, took out his clothes, watch, shoes, and perfume, placed them neatly to the side, quickly tidied his bed, and rushed downstairs to the kitchen.
âAssalamu Alaikum, Big Mama.â
âWa Alaikum Assalam, child. Are you done?â
âYes, Iâm done. Donât worry, now tell me if anything is leftâIâll do it,â Manha replied.
âEverythingâs done, child. Your mama and I have finished it all. But heâll get angry if he finds out you didnât make his breakfast,â Big Mama warned.
âOh leave it, Mama. Weâll deal with him. Whatâs done is done,â she replied with a pout and went to the dining room, greeting the rest of the family, waiting nervously for Dracula.
Inside, she was scared. If he found out she didnât make his breakfast herself, he would devour her whole.
âGod, please save me todayâI swear Iâll never be late again.â
âWhat happened, Bhabhi? Did he scold you for waking up late?â asked Arish, noticing her worried expression.
Snapping out of her thoughts at the sound of Arishâs voice, she said,
âNo! Who told you that?â
âYour pale, terrified face,â Arish joked, slapping his brotherâs arm while laughing.
âHaha, very funny. Shut up before I tell everyone how you made me cry!â
Her threat wiped the smile off his face, making everyone else laugh.
âThatâs not fair, Bhabhi,â Arish muttered with a frown.
Manha was about to respond when he entered.
âSalam, Sardar,â everyone greeted him in unison.
Everyone called him Sardar, except for Manha.
He responded with a nod, walked up to Manha, cupped her cheeks in his hands, gently kissed her forehead, and said,
âGood morning,â then sat on the head seat at the table.
âG-Good morning,â Manha replied shyly, her face flushed, as she sat beside him.
He gestured for everyone to start eating.
Manha filled his plate and placed it in front of him, silently praying,
âDear God, please donât let him find out I didnât make this breakfastâŠâ
He gestured for her to feed him.
She made a bite and fed it to him while everyone watched nervously.
âWhat the f*ck is this?!â
He banged the table, roaring.
Manha jumped in her seat.
âManha, who made this breakfast?â
No one responded.
âZ-Zaaviyar, I-I was late... I told Big Mama to handle it,â she said, her voice trembling.
âYou're tired of me, arenât you? Of taking care of me?â Zaaviyar asked in a cold tone.
âNo, why would Iââ
âDonât lie to me,â he interrupted, grabbing her hand and slamming her against the wall.
âI know you're tired of me. Fed up,â he growled.
âZaaviyar, please calm down⊠please,â she begged, resting her head against his chest.
Zaaviyar wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her into a fierce hug.
âIâm going to the office. Make sure lunch is ready when I return,â he whispered against her neck.
Manha quickly nodded.
But he grabbed her hair in his fist.
âWords.â
âY-YesâŠâ
âGood girl,â Zaaviyar said, gently running his hand over her head.
âZ-ZaaviyarâŠâ
âHm?â
âI-Iâll go get the first-aid boxâŠâ
âWhy?â
âY-Your hand⊠Itâs bleeding. PleaseâŠâ
Zaaviyar looked into her eyes, filled with concern and pleading.
After a few moments, he gently let her go, held her hand and said,
âLetâs go.â
He picked her up by the waist, sat her on a shelf, pulled out the first-aid box, and stood between her legs.
Manha took his hand and began bandaging it, while he kept staring at her.
She noticed the dining hall was emptyâeveryone had probably left seeing his rage.
Lost in thought, while she was bandaging his hand, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her.
It was intenseârough.
He bit her lips harshly, and Manha felt like she was losing herself.
She couldnât even resistâshe knew the punishment would be worse.
As he noticed her breath slipping, Zaaviyar pulled back.
âTake a breath, love,â he whispered, caressing her back.
Manha looked at him with eyes full of complaint.
âItâs your fault. Why were you thinking about someone else while being this close to me? You know even your thoughts belong only to me,â Zaaviyar said while gently kissing her bruised lips again and again.
To be continued...
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