Chapter 4: Lotus in Mud

Pragati POV

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Thump.

I tried to open my eyes but to no avail. I was wide awake, but it was like my eyes were stuck, they just wouldn't open up.

Thump

I could feel the floor I was lying on thundering because of the heavy footsteps coming her way.

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Slowly, to my delight, my eyes opened up, the delight soon turning into the emotion of remorse. I saw a man crouching down to me, his face just above me.

He was an old man. But he looks scary. He had a big, ugly scar running from his forehead down to the base of his neck.

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"Your eyes are pretty, girl.", He touched the skin below my eyes, making me cringe away from him. I tried to move my head away but I couldn't. What was wrong with my body?

I could clearly see the lust swimming in the old man's eyes as he raked his eyes over my body hungrily, opening staring at my chest and exposed legs.

I wanted to get away from him, but I was so drowsy, everything was so hazy, I just wanted to sleep. Why couldn't I move?

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"Sweet chick.", I could feel a hand running along with my chest. I was disgusted. I screamed as loud as I could when I felt the same hand grabbing my breast, squeezing it painfully, pinching my nipples until tears of pain came from my eyes. I couldn't help but kept screaming when I felt a smack on my bottom. 

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I think he was a kind of maniac who enjoys seeing others in pain. He fucked me so that I couldn't believe that how come I was still alive.

It all felt wrong.

It all disgusted me.

But I couldn't do anything.

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I was in such trauma after that night; I didn't speak a word afterward. While I was losing my ability to hear as well. At that whorehouse, the head was hell bend to make me speak again, that's why she used to keep torturing me in 1 way or other so that I could start speaking. Sometimes they used to hit me with a belt and sometimes they used to grabbed my jaw and forced it open before violently forcing the cock of the clients in my mouth making me gag.

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Day by day, I was getting disgusted with my own body.

I was losing all my hope to live.

Now I am positive that I will kill myself the moment I will get the chance to do so.

And finally, that day came.

I am sorry mom, dad. I am not strong enough to handle all this.

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Vyom POV

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"I said not to fucking disturb me, what the fuck you want?", I bellowed when I heard a knock at my door.

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"Boss...?", Arbaaz said carefully as he walked into the room.

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"Oh it's you Arbaaz, I thought it was the girl whom I fucked last night. Anyway, what can I do for you Arbaaz?", I asked as I poured myself and my friend a glass of expensive whiskey and handed a glass to Arbaaz but he politely declined to mutter something about religion. 

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I sat and gestured for him to do the same.

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"Thanks, Boss, Erm I have a business issue to report."

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"What kind of issue exactly cut the small talk get to the point,", I growled. My mood is generally pissed in 99% of cases.

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"Well, Boss the accountants were doing an audit, and they discovered that 80 Lacs profit has been down in the drug sector. Out of which the police had caught INR 20 Lacs and also, 1 of our members got caught in that case...."Arbaaz started to inform me.

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"In short answer me, where the fuck INR 60 Lacs go?", I asked angrily. It was pennies really to me since I was a billionaire but still, the fact that some moron was careless enough to lose a single  INR 1 of my money was a disrespect I could not handle in my business and I won't let it go unpunished.

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"One of our drug dealers on the north side......"

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"Call Faizal to tell him that I want an address in the next 10 minutes and get my driver on stand by. I will deal with the thief personally when we pay him a visit tonight.", I demanded.

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"But I have a date tonight. Is it important to go with you?", He asked in a friendly way because they have already discussed the work.

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"It will be good for you to date a respectable girl for once rather than one of the whores, eventually at the end, a man has to stop fucking around and look for a woman with wife material.", I said.

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"Good woman or girls can't love someone like us, Boss. The moment they came to know about our work and our background. They run away from us. Anyway, that's good advice, boss. Thanks. I will pray to Allah to send a good girl for you. Because I only date girls to find my better half and you keep sleeping with every whore."

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"Who knows, just like lotus bloom in the mud. I will find my best half in these whores.", I answered back just to shut his mouth, but I never knew that the same will happen will me.

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At Night

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"call for my name...I said to call my name", I entered the room without warning when that traitor was busy fucking some whore.

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"What the...", He was about to shout at the intruders, but when the sight in front of him was so terrifying that his eyes widened in terror.

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"Wear your clothes. We have a business to discuss.", I said, standing in front of the bed. He just nodded and left the bed, hiding all his glory with his glory, and walked inside the washroom.

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Weird. I saw the movement of the only person in the room. The girl didn't give any reaction when I entered the room as if she is not alive.

In fact, even now, she is laying emotionlessly. The light of the room was off. The only source of light in the room was the light coming outside the room. I checked for the switches in the room and one by one I switched on every switch and at last, finally, the light of the room was turned on and I turned my gaze toward the bed.

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#TBC