At First Sight

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Chapter |31|

Amaira's pov

I woke up early today and got ready to go to the office. I took a bath, wore a black full-sleeved top with a white pencil skirt that had black stripes on it. I tied my hair into a neat bun and excited my room with my handbag in my hands. I ate an apple and rushed to the bus stop. I arrived early, that is, even before Iyaan. I smiled at my accomplishment and entered the huge building.

"Good morning, Amy." Priya said smiling at me. Amy. My grandmother is the only one who used to call me that. After she died, that nickname of mine was long forgotten.

"You okay?" Priya asked looking at me.

"Huh?" I asked, not really understanding why she asked if I was okay.

"You kinda zoned out." She said.

"No, I am fine. It's just, nobody has called me Amy since my grandmother passed away." I said.

"Oh! I am sorry, I won't call you that again." She said.

"No, it's okay. You call me Amy." I said smiling at her.

"You sure? " She asked. I smiled at her reassuringly and nodded.

"Great. See you at lunch then." She said.

"See you at lunch." I said and walked towards the stairs. I was panting when I reached the 20th floor. I entered my cabin and sat on the chair to catch my breath. Iyaan arrived after 20 minutes and I entered his office after a few minutes to inform him about his schedule for today.

"Good morning, Ms. Madan. I see you have come early today. I am impressed." Iyaan said smirking.

"Good morning, sir." I said softly. Iyaan nodded and I took the gesture as permission for me to continue. After reading out the schedule for him, I returned to continue my work. The time flew and soon it was lunchtime. I was about to take the stairs when I saw Shweta walking towards me. I smiled at her which she returned.

"Come on! Let's take the lift." She said. I nodded and we walked towards the lift.

"You work on this floor?" I asked.

"No, I work on the floor above. I stopped here to get you. You have to use the elevator frequently with someone who can help you calm down when you are going to have a panic attack and then start using it alone and control your breathing yourself and after a few weeks of continuous use of elevators, you won't be claustrophobic anymore. "She said entering the left with me right behind her. She pressed the button to the 3rd floor and the elevator door closed. I started hyperventilating at first but then Shweta helped me to control my breathing. The elevator door opened we both exited it and walked towards the cafeteria.

"Who helped you to control your breathing and all when you were in an elevator before you learned to do it by yourself?" I asked Shweta curiously.

"My husband." She said smiling at me. Excuse me? Did I just hear her say husband?

"You are married?" I asked shocked by her confession. She nodded.

"Yes, I also have a daughter." She said. I am sure my jaw just dropped on the floor. She has a daughter.

"How old is she?" I asked sitting on the table we say yesterday.

"She is 4 and a half years old. Wait, I will show you a picture of her." Shweta said scrolling through her phone. She turned it towards me and I saw the photo of a little girl. Awww!

"She is so cute." I said squealing. Shweta smiled at me and I returned her phone back.

"She is got her mother's looks." Shweta said with a proud grin.

"So, are you in a relationship?" She asked. I stilled at her question. I am committed to a lifelong relationship but my husband is embarrassed to say that I am his wife.

"No." I said shaking my head. Before Shweta could say anything, Priya came with Abhi right behind her. Priya sat next to Shweta and Abhi sat next to me. He offered me a friendly smile which I returned. I turned to look at Priya but saw a gloomy expression on her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked concerned about my new friend. Priya looked at me and shook her head.

"No, it's shark week." Priya said. Shark week? What is that?

"I am going to the restroom. Shweta can you come with me?" Priya asked. Shweta nodded and they walked towards the restroom. Abhi was eating his lunch while I was thinking of what is shark week. I didn't have a clue about it, so I decided to ask Abhi.

"What is shark week?" I asked. Abhi choked on his food and I was quick to hand him a glass of water and rub his back. Once he calmed down, I looked at him expectedly to answer my question. He looked at me and realized the look on my face and blushed.

"Umm, shark week means the thing you know girls get." He said awkwardly.

"What thing?" I asked still confused.

"Erm, it is her th-at time of the month." Abhi stuttered. As soon as I heard what he said, my cheeks turned red, and bowed my head in embarrassment hoping that my hair would hide the red cheeks but unfortunately, my hair was tied into a bun and there was no one to save me from this embarrassing situation

"What are guys talking about?" Shweta asked as she sat opposite to us.

"Aww! Look at them, how cute. I am still shipping you guys, though." Priya said cheerfully. Wasn't she gloomy about 10 minutes ago?

"Well, that ship is going to sink." Shweta said. Priya slapped Shweta's arm and glared at her before sitting beside her.

"But look at them. They are so cute together." Priya said pointing at us. Abhi and I turned crimson.

"Awww." Priya cooed.

"Sh-ut up." Abhi said shyly. But that didn't stop Priya. She continued on talking about how cute I and Abhi were together and that she is sure we are going to get married which is not at all possible because one, he is gay and two, I am already married.

I already love my new friends. They make me happy and feel normal rather than making me feel that I am a broken woman. After having lunch, I returned to my cabin and continued doing my work. As time went by, my heartbeat started increasing. I am scared to go to dinner tonight. I don't want to go to that house and see the people that hurt me and broke me beyond repair.

Today, I was able to leave the office by 5 pm. By the time I reached home, I was tired that all I wanted to do was sleep. I walked to my room and laid on my bed. My eyes started feeling heavy due to tiredness and I didn't fight the urge to sleep. Soon, I was welcomed by darkness.

(The rest of the chapter has the mention of sexual assault. If it triggers you, please don't read it. )

It was my 18th birthday today. Birthdays are special days for other people but for me, it was just like any other day. Nobody wished me on my birthday. There was no cake, no birthday songs, no pretty dress, no chocolates, there was nothing. I wiped my wet hands on my dress and sighed. Uncle, aunt, and Deliha went to visit Priyanka aunty's mother. So, I will be able to sleep without any beatings or broken bones.

I walked to my room and stripped out of my clothes. I then took a bath before wearing my pajamas and braiding my hair. I laid on the torn mattress and closed my eyes. It doesn't take long for me to sleep because I was exhausted.

I woke up when I felt a hand caressing my cheek. I slowly stirred and opened my eyes. I blinked a couple of times to make my vision clear. I saw devik sitting on the edge of the mattress looking at me with a smirk.

"Wh-at are you do-ing in he-re?" I asked sitting up on my mattress and moving away from him.

"Hey, calm down, I just want to see you and wish you on your birthday." He said. Devik was the only one who hasn't hurt me yet because he didn't live with us. He was sent to the US by Priyanka aunty when he was 10 to live with her sister. He occasionally came to India and he knew what his parents and sister were doing to me but he never reacted nor said anything. He just watched while they hurt me. He completes his studies now and he came back from the US a week ago.

"Come on, now." He said standing up. I looked at him confusedly.

"Wh-ere?" I stuttered.

"Come with me." He said sternly.

"No." I said shaking my head as tears fell from my eyes.

"Fucking get up, Amaira." Devik yelled angrily. I immediately stood up and my whole body was shaking in fear. Devik walked towards me and I backed away from him. My back touched the wall and I knew that I didn't have any way to escape now.

"Come with me before I drag you out." He said.

"Ple-ase, I don't wa-nt to co-me." I said crying. He didn't say anything. He grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me out of my room. I cried out in pain but that didn't stop him. He dragged me towards his room and opened his bedroom door. He threw me to the floor once he entered his room and locked the door.

"W-hy did you lo-ck the do-or?" I asked as I stood up.

"Because I don't want anyone to disturb us." He said with a smirk. He looked at me and licked his lips. My eyes widened as he pulled me towards him and snaked his hands against my waist.

"No, no. Please, let go." I said trying to push his hands away from my body. He can beat me, slap me, starve me anything but this. Devil pushed me against the wall and kissed me. I pushed him with all my strength but he didn't move. I cried I begged, I fought, I screamed for help but nothing happened. No one came to help me when he forcefully kissed me or groped my breasts or tore my clothes off.

No one did.

That night, I cut for the first time because I was disgusted with myself for letting him touch me. I was angry at myself for being weak and letting him steal my first kiss.


Did you enjoy this chapter?

Did I make you guys cry? If I did then I am so sorry.

So, thoughts on what happened to Amaira on her 18th birthday? I tried not to write a detailed scene of what happened because many readers are not comfortable reading those stuff and it may trigger some people.

I just want to say to all the people out there who have gone through any form of abuse is that you are strong and don't let others tell you otherwise. Also, I do not encourage cutting. Talk to others, don't hurt yourself.

Love you loads ♡

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