Branded: Chapter 1

A FF collaboration between myself (Mishty Shah) and Mrinalini!

I will be updating on blog, while a thread has been opened on IF as well. 

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Thank you for the overwhelming response and such appreciative comments!Please keep them coming! It encourages us to write better!

Well this was a very tough chapter to write. It displays dark emotions. We hope you like it. It's a different concept and we are trying something new, for the first time.

~ Love Mishty & Mrinalini ~

Chapter 1

Before, Arnav could utter a syllable, they were gone. Arnav carried on drinking, thinking that they will send someone.

Rickesh and Vicky walked into the mansion and went to Arnav’s room and fell on the bed. They soon drifted into deep slumber forgetting that they were to send a girl to Arnav. Arnav kept waiting and continued to drink.

Inside the mansion a pretty girl was loitering around with a champagne tulip in her hand.

“Why the hell does Dad have to bring me to these boring business parties?” she thought to herself when suddenly a voice broke her chain of thoughts, “KHUSHI!” She turned around and saw her father.

“Yeah Dad!” she replied in a bored tone.

“I know you’re bored beta, but I don’t like leaving you alone at home! Go and get some fresh air, make some friends. We’ll leave in a while,” said Mr. Gupta.

Khushi nodded and walked out of the mansion. The cool breeze was caressing her soft skin. She wrapped her arms around herself and walked to the garden which was spread over acres. It was too dark to see anything clearly. The lights in the garden were turned off. Suddenly she tripped over something and fell. She expected to fall on the grass but she fell on something hard. Her hands roamed all over the hard surface. She realized it was cloth.

“Huh?” she said in shock when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around her petite waist.

“So missy, you’re finally here! I have been waiting for someone for a long time now!” said the husky voice. Due to the closeness, Khushi could only smell alcohol in the man’s breath. She tried to push away and get up when the pair of arms tightened their grip on his waist. She tried to see his face, but she couldn’t in the sheer darkness.

“Not so soon darling! I haven’t finished with you yet,” the man whispered huskily and pulled her more into him and placed a wet kiss on the crook of her neck. Khushi shivered with his touch.

“Leave me!” she shouted.

“Ahaan..I will darling but not before our midnight fun is over honey!”, he said cheekily. With this, he brushed his lips onto hers and bit her lower lip.

“Aah! Leave me!” she cried in pain. Arnav on the other hand was in no mood to listen to her. Her perfume was creating havoc in him. He deepened the kiss and nibbled on her lips. Her hand kept pushing him and trying to get up. The man got irritated and rolled over and got himself on top of her. He forced his tongue into her mouth and kissed her senselessly tasting every corner of her mouth.

The man was too heavy for Khushi to push off, but she couldn’t give in. Her eyes welled up with tears. The man went down to her swan like neck and kissed and nipped her soft milky skin. She held his hair and pulled it trying to hurt him which was in turn turning him on.

He slipped the strap of the dress and bit her shoulder. His hand travelled from her petite waist all the way up to her bosom.

Khushi gritted her teeth and pushed him off and got up. Before she could regain balance, she was pulled back on top of him. His hand pressed her soft bosom. The pair of hands soon travelled to her hip. She felt his hand on her derriere, a lone tear dropped out of her welled up eyes.

Before she knew it, the pair of hand reached the bottom of the dress and pulled it over her and the dress was thrown away. She was lying in her inner wear on a drunken stranger with his hands all over her semi naked body. She gritted her teeth in anger and pain and clutched her fists.

The hard pair of hands then made their way to her bare back and clipped open her bra and threw it away. She was rolled over by him as he feasted on her bosom, kissing and sucking it.

“Please leave me!” she cried out a whisper.

The man continued massaging her bosom. He pushed his manhood against her softness. Her eyes opened in shock as her mind registered his hardness rubbing over her femininity. His lips travelled down, trailing wet kisses all of her stomach. She could feel his teeth biting the waistband of her panty.

“Please don’t!” she cried out. The man slipped out her panty and parted her legs. He kissed her inner thighs and nipped the soft skin of her thighs. She felt his lips on her womanhood. He tickled and stimulated her arousal. She tried to push him off, while hissing in disgust. His tongue rolled in erotic pleasure, eliciting an unwanted moan from her thoroughly kissed lips.

“You taste like heaven!” said the man huskily.

Khushi clutched her fists hard. The man kept nibbling on her womanhood and came back up and kissed her bosom. Suddenly it all stopped. She could feel the man lie on her bosom. She pushed him aside and got up. She searched for her clothes and put them on quickly and ran away from that place.

She ran for her life. She was crying in pain, anger and disgust. She couldn’t wait for her father so she ran on the dark, empty and isolated streets of Delhi. She ran as if she were saving her life.

She reached her home and opened the door with shivering hands. She fled up the stairs to her room. She entered her room and banged the door behind her. She locked it and ran to the bathroom. She stripped herself making her dress pool around her feet. She stepped out and examined her body in the mirror with tears still brimming in her eyes.

Her hand went back and clipped open her bra. All she could see were red marks all over her body. She removed her panty and looked at herself in disgust.

“Why me?” she shouted in anger. She switched on the hot shower and stood under it letting all the touches of that stranger wash off her body.

She wiped her body with the towel and wrapped herself. She walked out and changed into her night suit.

Tears trickled down her welled up eyes and before she could stop them, the thoughts of that man haunted her and she began to cry. She sobbed with her mind full of questions as to why it happened to her. Who was the man, who did this to her?

“I will teach that man a lesson if I ever find out who he was!” she said gaining some confidence. She continued, “This was not my mistake! I’m not at fault”, she told herself and fell on her bed with dried tears marking her cheeks and the haunted memories of the night in her mind.

All she could do is regain her confidence and start a fresh next morning.