At First Sight

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Chapter 42|

[This chapter contains: foul language, sexual assault and physical violence.]

Amaira's pov

My eyes fluttered open and I was greeted with the familiar ceiling of my room. I removed the duvet and walked to my bathroom. I looked at the mirror to see my face pale and my eyes puffy and red. That's when yesterday's events rushed to my mind. But I don't remember how I ended up in bed. I could only remember till sleeping in the car. What happened after that?

I decided to think about it later and removed my clothes to take a bath. My body relaxed as the warm water hit my skin. After taking the bath, I wore black pants and a t-shirt before exiting my room and walking towards the kitchen. I decided to make grilled sandwiches for breakfast.

"There you are." I said as I took the packet of cheese that was hiding behind a tray of eggs. I placed the cheese near the stove and then opened the kitchen cabinet for taking bread. I stood on my tippy toes and started searching for the bread packet with my hand but I couldn't find it. I couldn't see what's inside the cabinet or reach it because the cabinet is built so high.

I huffed and climbed the kitchen counter. I extended my hand to take the bread packet which was placed on the corner of the cabinet while holding on to the cabinet handle tightly to prevent myself from falling.

"What are you doing?" I got startled hearing his voice which caused my leg to slip from the kitchen counter and my hand to let go of the cabinet handle. It all happened so quickly that I didn't even have the time to try and hold the cabinet handle again. A small scream escaped my mouth as I fell back.

In a flash, I felt two arms wrap my body and my hand instinctively wrapped around his neck. Iyaan was holding me close to his chest and I laid my head on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly.

"Yes." I mumbled against his shoulders and he slowly let me stand on my feet.

"What were you doing by standing on the kitchen counter?" Iyaan asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

"I cou-ldn't fi-nd the bread pac-ket." I stuttered.

"Okay, but why did you climb the kitchen counter?" He asked confusedly. My face heated up in embarrassment.

"Because I couldn't reach the cabinet." I said. A chuckle escaped his lips making me more embarrassed.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are short?" He asked crossing his arms.

"I am not sho-rt." I said coping his stance.

"Oh really?" He asked in a challenging way, raising one of his eyebrows at me. I nodded confidently.

"Then how can you not reach the cabinet?" He asked smirking.

"Bec-ause it is built so high. Who builds cabi-nets this high anyway?" I said narrowing my eyes at him.

"You are cute when you are mad." Iyaan said with a small smile. I blushed and quickly looked at my feet.

"I am dropping you at the office today." He said. I looked at him with wide eyes. Did I hear that right? Did he just say that he will drop me at the office?

"What are you waiting for? Go get ready." He said confirming my thoughts.

"Some-one from the office will see me com-ing in your car and you said that no-body should know that we are mar-ried. So, I will take the bus." I said fiddling with my fingers.

"I don't care who sees us together. I am going to drop you, get ready quickly."He said and walked out of the kitchen. I rushed to my room forgetting about the breakfast and started looking for a dress in my closet. I decided to wear my dark green skirt that reached just below my knees and a black plain blouse. I neatly tucked my blouse in my skirt and then I tied my hair into a half-up ponytail. After applying makeup and wearing my black flat sandals, I exited my room with my bag.

I saw Iyaan sitting on the couch as I entered the living room. He looked at me and stilled. His eyes roamed all over my body making me feel naked but I was not uncomfortable, his look just made me feel shy. I blushed and looked at my shoes trying to hide my scarlet cheeks from him.

"Let's go." I heard him say.

I don't know why he suddenly changed. He started behaving nicely to me. He hasn't said anything hurtful to me in two days. But I like this Iyaan. He is nice and caring.

"Thank you for dropping me." I said as we reached the office. I nodded and smiled at me. I don't stutter much in front of Iyaan because I don't feel nervous around him anymore. I feel safe and protected around him and I have always felt that way. Even when he yelled at me, only a small part of me was scared that he was going to hit me. I was more scared that he will send me back to my uncle's house.

Today was no different, it was like any other day in the office. I read my schedule to Iyaan as soon as he entered his cabin, I did my pending work, I had lunch with my friends, nothing new. It was around 3 pm when Iyaan called me to his office. I knocked on his door and entered after I heard him say 'come in'.

"Amaira, I know this is new to you and that you have never handled a meeting alone but as you know the international conference has been rescheduled to today because I wasn't able to join yesterday. I need you to handle a meeting that I forgot to ask you to reschedule. "He said. Handle a meeting alone? No, I can't do that.

"But-" Before I could continue, Iyaan interrupted.

"Don't worry, I am not sending you to an unknown company. This meeting is with your uncle." He said. My breath hitched.

No, no, please.

"All you have to do is go to his company and explain to him the terms and conditions mentioned in the file. I know, you are nervous but don't be." He said handing me the file. My hands were shaking, I was scared. It's been almost 3 months since I last saw them.

"I am sorry for putting this on you but I can't reschedule this meeting at the last minute." He said apologetically. I nodded although I was on the verge of crying. I can't tell him that I was scared of seeing my uncle because then Iyaan would ask why and I can't tell him the truth. I won't ever tell him the truth because once he finds out how broken I am, he will divorce me and send me back to the family that hurt me for 11 years.

"Ok-ay." I said.

"You can directly go to the house after the meeting ends, you don't need to come back here. That's all, you can leave now. " He said and I nodded before walking out of his office. I entered my cabin and sat on my chair. My hands were shaking and I was feeling a little dizzy. Tears started falling from my eyes and I quickly wiped them but they just kept on falling.

I am such a crybaby, aren't I?

"Are you crying?" I heard Iyaan ask. Oh God! when did he enter my cabin?

"No." I said and sniffled.

"Amaira, you are sniffling and your eyes are red." Iyaan said.

"I am sor-ry, I a-m just ner-vous." I stuttered out. Iyaan walked towards me and pulled me into a hug. I laid my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around my waist. I inhaled the smell of his woody cologne and it somehow calmed me down. When Iyaan hugged me yesterday I was so surprised. I like it when he hugs me. I like the feeling of being in his arms because I feel safe.

"You got this, Amaira." He whispered in my ears before pulling away from the hug.

"Give me your phone." Iyaan said. I confusedly passed my phone to him and I heard him typing something before giving my phone back.

"That's my number. Save it and call me once the meeting ends, okay?" He asked.

"Okay." I said with a small smile. He nodded and then walked out of my cabin. I looked at my phone and think of what I should save his contact number as? Should I save it as 'Iyaan'?No that is boring. Should I save it as 'husband'? No, that is too risky. So, I have to choose a name that is not too boring and is not risky. I think hard and finally, a name comes to my mind.

I save his contact as 'Bear'.

I even have a valid reason as to why I named him that. It is because even though he looks angry and grumpy most of the time, he is a big softie inside and he also gives the best bear hugs in the whole wide world. I giggle at my silly reasons but I am not going to change the contact name. I placed the file that Iyaan gave me in my bag and exited my cabin. I hailed a cab and asked the taxi driver to take me to 'Madan Companies'.

Ring! Ring!

I took my phone from my bag and saw Bee's name on display. I attended the call and immediately heard his concerned voice.

"Hey Nugget, are you okay? Why did you leave the office early? Are you sick?" Bee rambled and I let out a giggle.

"I am fine, Bee." I said.

"Oh thank God! I thought my little Nugget was sick." He exclaimed.

"Wait, then why did you leave early?" He asked. I told him everything that happened in the last 45 minutes but I didn't tell him that I was going to my uncle's company for a meeting because I didn't want him to worry about me.

"Aww! My baby nugget is going to handle a meeting all by herself today. My little Mai is all grown up, now." Bee sniffled which I know is fake.

"Hey, I am not a baby." I said.

"Yes, you are. You are a cute baby." He said in a baby voice.

"No, I am not." I argued.

"Yes, you are. "Bee replied.

"No. "







"See, you accepted that you are a baby." Bee exclaimed laughing. I huffed in anger.

"That's not fair." I mumbled.

"Anyways, good luck on your meeting, Nugget. You got this." He said.

"Thanks, Bee." I said smiling even though I know he can't see me.

"Call me once the meeting is over and tell me how it went, okay?" He asked.

"Okay." I said.

"I gotta go, Nugget. Don't forget to call me. I love you, baby Nugget. Take care." Bee said.

"Okay Bee. Love you too." I said and ended the call. I am grateful for having Abhi in my life. Within a short period, he became an important part of my life.

"Madam, we have reached." The taxi driver said. I looked outside the window and saw a large building with the name Madan Companies written in bold letters. I paid the taxi driver and got out of the car. I took a deep breath and walked into my uncle's company.

As I stepped into the company, I was welcomed by a warm smile from the receptionist.

"Good evening, how may I help you?" The receptionist asked politely.

"Good evening, I am Mr. Malhotra's PA. Mr. Malhotra had scheduled a meeting with Mr. Madan but unfortunately, he will not be able to attend it so I am here on his behalf." I said offering her a small smile.

"Mr. Madan is on the 12th floor. The elevator is on the left. Have a great day." The receptionist said.

"Can you please tell me the way to the stairs?" I asked softly.

"Of course, the stairs are just opposite to the elevator." She said.

"Thank you." I smiled at the receptionist before walking towards the stairs. With every step I took, the fear increased.

What will he do when sees me?

Will he hurt me?

No, he won't hurt me in a public place.

He won't, right?

I was slightly trembling in fear by the time I reached the 12th floor.

"He won't do anything." I mumbled before knocking on the door that had my uncle's name written on the nameplate.

"Come in." I entered while taking a shaky breath but my whole body froze with fear as I saw the person who was sitting behind the large desk. It was not my uncle.

"Amaira, what are you doing here?" He asked. I took a step back as he stood up from the chair and walked towards me.

"I missed you so much, cousin." Devik said hugging me. I just stood still. I couldn't move. His touch brought back all those bad memories that I so badly want to forget.

"I missed having you in my arms, Amaira." Devik mumbled and started placing wet kisses on my neck.

"St-op!" I said trying to push him away from me and create some space between us. Devik held my hands in a tight grip causing me to whimper.

"Why? Now that you have another man, you don't want me touching you? You are such a whore, aren't you?" He said as he harshly bit on my shoulder. I cried out in pain and struggled in his hold. His grip on my wrists tightened. I am sure it is going to leave an ugly bruise.

" Le-t me go! Ple-ase, please. "I pleaded as he sucked and licked on my skin. He looked at me with lust-filled eyes and it send shivers of disgust down my spine.

"Is this how you beg to your husband, like a fucking slut? You want this, you want me to kiss you and love you, don't you?" He asked as he caressed my cheek softly. I shook my head and thrashed in his hold, denying what he just said. I don't want this. I don't want Devik to touch me. I never did and I never will.

I don't want this.

" No, no, I don't want this. Please, Devik. Stop," I begged as tears streamed down my face.

"Look at you. You have my bite marks all over your neck. Who will believe you, huh? You let me do this to you, Amaira. You wanted me to touch you." He said kissing my cheek.

I wanted him to touch me?

No, no, I don't want him to touch me but I let me do this, didn't I? I didn't fight harder. I didn't push him harder. It's all my fault.

Why didn't I fight harder? Why didn't I push him harder? I am such a whore. I wanted this. I am married and I let another man who is not my husband touch me. What will Iyaan think of me if he ever gets to know about this? He will hate me.

Everyone will hate me.

"Stop crying Amaira." Devik said angrily as he wiped my tears.

"Be a good girl and give me a kiss." He said touching my bottom lips with his thumb. No, I won't kiss him. I can't. I started struggling against his hold again.

"Stop struggling. Nobody is going to save you. Now, kiss me." Devik said. I shook my head and this angered him. Devik slapped me and I cried out in pain.

"Why can't you kiss me, huh? You must have spread those legs for your husband but you can't kiss me?" He asked angrily shouting at me before slapping me again. His hand let go of my wrists and I tried pushing him.

"You are testing my patience, Amaira. Stop struggling and enjoy it." Devik said before roughly smashing his lips into mine. He grabbed a handful of my hair in a painful grip and bit hard my lips. I let out a cry in pain and pushed him with all my strength. He stumbled back and looked at me with anger.

"How dare you push me away?" He seethed. I feel on the floor feeling tired. I wanted to go home. I don't want to be here. I want to be in Iyaan's arms. I want him to hug me. I want to lay my head on his chest and hear his steady heartbeats that somehow calm me down.

I need him.

"Fucking bitch!" Devik yelled as he slammed my body against the wall. His hand wrapped around my neck tightly making me choke.

"Becoming brave now, aren't you? Is it because of your husband? Do you think he will love you forever?" He asked looking at me with disgust.

"He won't because you are a worthless whore. No one will ever love you. Your husband will be disgusted when he sees all the scars that your hiding." He screamed tightening his hold on my neck. I felt like I was going to faint and that's when the door of the office opened. Devik let go of my neck and I started gasping for air.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" My breathing became unstable as I heard the gruff voice that belonged to my uncle. I looked up at him and saw him looking at me with anger and disgust.

Rule 1- Never look in the eyes of my uncle and aunt.

I quickly lowered my eyes and looked at the floor. I started shaking in fear.

"What did you do to her, Devik?" My uncle asked.

"Dad, she yelled at me when all I did was hug her and ask her how she was doing?" Devik lied looking at me with a smirk. He took a step forward causing me to flinch and step back. The next thing I felt is a stinging sensation on my cheek.

"That's for touching my son with your disgusting hands." He said as tears rolled down my eyes.

"I-I di-dn't pu-sh hi-m." I said softly.

"So, are you telling me that my son is lying?" He asked angrily. I made him angry. I shouldn't have said anything.

I am so stupid.

"Fucking answer!"My uncle screamed. He slapped me again and i cried out in pain.

"Do not disobey me." He said.

"He touch-ed me inappro-priately." I said. My voice barely above a whisper. Oh God! what have I done?

"I-I a-m sor-ry. I did-n't -" I was cut off by someone slapping me hard. I fell on the floor and looked up to see Devik and my uncle looking at me with fury in their eyes.

"You whore! How dare you say something like that about my son." My uncle yelled before unbuckling his belt from his pants. My eyes widened in fear. No, not this.

"Not a sound, Amaira. You hear me. Not a single sound." My uncle said before the belt made contact with my skin. I bit my lips to stop myself from screaming. I know what will happen if even a little sound escapes my mouth. The force of his hit will increase. I have only been hit with a belt two times. He doesn't use a belt unless he is extremely angry. I should have just kept quiet.

"Dad, stop." I heard Devik say.

My cheeks hurt.

My lips hurt.

My legs hurt.

My thighs hurt.

Everything hurts.

I heard the door open and shut and Devik kneeled beside me.

"Nobody will ever believe you, Amaira. This is the greatest example of that. No one will believe you when you say that I touched you. No one will believe you when you say that we abused you. No one will ever believe you. Not even your husband." He said smirking at me. A tear left my eye as I realized that what he said is true.

"Make sure to clean up well and look pretty before your husband comes home." He said before standing up. He sat on the chair and started going through some files as I slowly stood up. I bit my lip to stop myself from whimpering and wincing.

I exited the room with great difficulty. I walked with my head bowed so that no one would see the bruises on my face. Thankfully, I was wearing a full-sleeved shirt that covered the bruises on my arm. I was curled up into a ball, so the belt mostly hit my thighs which were covered by the skirt. I slowly walked down the stairs, whimpering quietly with each step I take.

Once I walked out of the company, I hailed a cab. The taxi driver gave me a weird look, probably because he got a glimpse of one of the bruises on my face. I laid my head against the window and closed my eyes as I felt dizzy.

What Devik said is true. No one will believe me and even if I tell them everything, they will be disgusted. Iyaan just started being nice to me and what will he do when I tell him about all that happened in life before I got married to him? He will go back to hating me. Maybe, he will even start beating me. Devik is right. Iyaan will never love me. Nobody will ever love me. I am disgusting and worthless.

Once I paid the driver, I got out of the taxi and limped into the house. I entered the house and walked towards the couch but before I could reach the couch, the dizziness increased and that's the last thing I felt before I blacked out.


I know it's been ages since I updated but I was having a really busy schedule for the last week. I had my modals exams till 23rd and then I had my modal practical exams. So, I didn't get any time to write. The only nice thing that happened last was my birthday. I turned 18 on 20th Feb. Oh my god!!! I am so old.

So, how was this chapter? This chapter didn't turn out like I planned, maybe because I wrote it in a hurry but I think I could have done better but anyway, the next chapter will be in Iyaan's pov. Guess what? He is going to find out the truth in the next chapter. Excited???

Thoughts on Amaira's uncle and Devik?

How do you think he will react? What is going to happen next? How is the story going so far? How is Mai going to react after finding out that Iyaan knows her secrets?

Okay, I have also published an author note, please make sure to read it because it is about my next update and stuff. I am extremely sorry for the late update but I was super busy.

I love you guys.

Take care.

Be safe.

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