Hey hii mayawiyans!!

⚠️ Trigger Warning:

This chapter contains sensitive content, including elements of sexual violence.

If such themes make you uncomfortable or may be triggering for you, I kindly advise you to skip this chapter for your well-being.

Please take care of your mental health first.

——————————————

The dim lights of the club flickered like warning signs, the music pounding loud enough to drown sanity. Ishani stood there, eyes wide and shimmering with tears, barely able to process what Vikram had just said.

He... sold her?

She felt like the ground beneath her feet had cracked open.

"What... do you mean, Vikram?" her voice trembled, barely audible amidst the noise, but heavy with disbelief.

Vikram leaned in with that sickening, sarcastic smile still lingering on his lips, as if mocking her pain. His eyes held no trace of love—only greed.

"You were the deal, Ishani," he whispered coldly. "The bet. The price for my success. You thought I brought you to Goa for a vacation? No, sweetheart... I brought you to sell you."

Ishani took a staggering step back. Her ears were ringing. Her fingers clutched the shawl around her trembling body tighter as if it could somehow protect her from the monster standing in front of her.

"You're joking... you must be joking," she mumbled. "This can't be real..."

Vikram clicked his tongue. "Don't act so dramatic, Ishani. It's just one night. Just let him have what he wants, and we walk away with a signed deal that changes everything. You'll still be my wife. I'll still give you everything you want. Isn't that fair?"

She looked at him, horrified.

A man she had once called her husband. A man she had decided to give a second chance.

"Fair?" she breathed, the word like poison in her mouth. "You're asking me to let someone—violate me—for your deal?"

Her heart raced so hard it hurt. Her vision blurred with tears she could no longer hold back. This wasn't happening. No... this couldn't be her life.

She looked around the club — couples dancing, laughing, drinking — as if the world hadn't just ended. Her world. Her dignity. Her trust.

"Vikram," she whispered again, her voice breaking. "Have you lost your mind?"

Vikram's expression turned darker. His fake smile faded. He grabbed her arm tightly, pulling her closer so she wouldn't run.

"I told you not to mess this up," he hissed. "Don't create a scene. Do you know how long I've waited for this deal? You're nothing, Ishani. Just a pawn. Don't pretend like you didn't know your worth."

Ishani's knees weakened. Her body wanted to collapse, but her soul? It was screaming. A scream buried deep under the shock and betrayal.

Every word Vikram said cut her deeper than a knife.

He had sold her.

Used her.

Destroyed every last bit of her belief in love.

And still... he didn't stop.

Vikram leaned close again, cold and merciless. "Just go back to him. Smile. Dance. Pretend you want it. Let him have you tonight. That's all. Or I swear, Ishani... things will get worse than you can imagine."

She felt sick.

The music grew louder, drowning her heartbeat, her breaths, her thoughts.

Tears streamed down her face, unnoticed by the wild crowd.

She wasn't a wife.

She was merchandise.

And the man who promised to protect her was the one handing her over.

But this time... something inside Ishani started to shift.

Something that wouldn't let her break.

Not yet.

Ishani stood rooted to the spot, her body shaking, her mind reeling with disbelief. The noise of the club faded into a dull hum around her as her heart pounded in her ears. Everything Vikram said played again and again in her mind, like a cruel joke the universe had decided to make her relive.

She looked down at herself—dressed in something she would've never worn, painted with makeup she hated, wrapped in a false illusion... all for him. All because she believed in his words. His promises.

A broken sob escaped her throat as her lips trembled.

"I thought you changed," she whispered, mostly to herself. "I really... thought you changed."

She looked up with teary eyes, scanning his face.

"I thought... when you brought me here, when you held my hand again, when you called me your wife with that soft voice—I thought maybe, maybe you've started to love me..."

Her voice cracked as she took one hesitant step back. Her bare feet wobbled in her heels. "But I was wrong. So wrong."

Without another word, she turned on her heel, ready to run. Run anywhere—out of the club, into the street, to someone—anyone—who could help her. Her body moved on instinct. The door wasn't far.

But before she could take more than two steps, a strong grip yanked her back.

She gasped—startled—and the next second, a harsh slap landed across her face.

The sound echoed even through the music.

Her head snapped to the side, and she stumbled, nearly falling.

Everything went silent in her head.

Pain bloomed across her cheek, but it was nothing compared to the shock of who had hit her.

Vikram stood there, eyes dark, face twisted in rage. "Don't you dare walk away from me!" he growled, grabbing her arm so tightly it would bruise.

Ishani blinked, her hand rising slowly to her burning cheek. She looked at him with wide, terrified eyes.

"You're mine, Ishani! Do you understand that? MINE!" he barked.

"I—please—let me go," she stammered, her voice small, broken.

But his grip tightened.

"If you try to run again," he hissed, leaning close to her ear, "I swear on your life—I'll kill you. And not just you... I'll kill your father too."

Her breath caught in her throat.

He wasn't bluffing.

His tone was cold. Serious. A predator who had already planned every move.

"You think I don't know how much you care about him?" Vikram sneered. "Try one more stunt, Ishani... and I'll have him buried alive before you even scream."

Tears welled up in her eyes again, spilling silently down her cheeks.

This wasn't just fear now.

This was helplessness.

She wasn't just trapped. She was held hostage by the one man she once trusted with her heart.

And no one... absolutely no one knew.

The party continued around them—music, laughter, flashing lights—as if her world hadn't just crumbled to dust.

The music still pulsed in the background, but for Ishani, the world had already turned cold and cruel. Her voice trembled, but her words came out with piercing clarity, echoing through the corners of the dim hallway where Vikram had dragged her.

"I'm your wife, Vikram!" she cried, her voice thick with disbelief and pain. "For God's sake! How could you... how could you sell me to someone just for a damn deal?"

Her words hit him, but instead of guilt, they seemed to trigger something far darker in him.

"Didn't you love me?" she whispered next, her voice cracking as her eyes searched his face, desperately hoping for even a flicker of the man she thought she once knew. "Just once, Vikram... did you ever love me?"

Tears streamed down her face as she looked at him, begging for an answer that wouldn't break her.

But Vikram didn't even blink.

Instead, his expression hardened.

His grip on her wrist tightened—a silent, cruel warning.

"Try running again," he muttered darkly, "and I'll end both you and your father. You think I'm joking, Ishani? I've done worse."

Her blood ran cold.

But before she could pull away, his hand shot to her hair, yanking it with such force that she gasped in pain.

"Aaah! Vikram—please—it's hurting!" she screamed, trying to push him away.

He ignored her. Dragging her like she was nothing, he pulled her through a narrow hallway, shoving open a door into a dark, isolated lounge meant for privacy—not safety.

He slammed the door shut behind them.

The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by Ishani's sobs and his angry breaths.

He turned to her with a snarl, grabbing her jaw so hard that her teeth clenched.

"Shut the fuck up, you whore," he growled, his voice venomous.

Ishani's eyes widened in horror.

"What did you say?" she whispered, her heart sinking.

"You heard me," he spat. "You're nothing but a burden I needed to use. And love? Are you seriously that dumb, Ishani?"

He scoffed, letting out a mocking laugh that made her skin crawl.

"You actually thought I could love someone like you? A low-class, useless girl thrown into my life like garbage?"

His words didn't just sting—they tore through her soul like knives.

Ishani stood frozen. Her heart... it didn't just break. It shattered.

Her knees weakened, but she forced herself to stand, her voice shaking but rising in anger for the first time.

"Then why did you marry me, Vikram?" she shouted, her eyes blazing through her tears. "Whyyyy?"

Her voice echoed in the silence like a slap.

Vikram's jaw clenched.

The rage in his eyes ignited instantly, and before she could even move, his hand shot out again—

This time not to hurt her physically, but to humiliate her more emotionally.

He stepped closer, eyes dark, dangerous.

"You really want to know why?" he hissed. "Because you were useful. Your father owed money. You came as a package deal. I got a wife to fuck... and someone to sell behind closed doors."

Ishani gasped, her hand covering her mouth as the truth sank in.

Everything.

Everything had been a lie.

Vikram stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than anger—pleasure.

"I guess," he said slowly, his voice dripping with malice, "it's time for a bit of truth, Ishani baby."

Ishani's breath caught.

Her trembling hands clutched the edge of her shawl tightly, as if it could shield her from his words. Her voice came out weak, barely audible.

"What... what do you mean, Vikram?"

He chuckled. Not the kind of laughter she had once thought charming—but cold, cruel, and calculating.

"Do you even know why I married you?" he said, raising his brows mockingly. "Because you were someone else's obsession."

Ishani blinked. Her mind reeled at the words, struggling to piece together what he was saying.

"Someone else?" she whispered.

Vikram stepped even closer, cornering her against the wall as he leaned in. His breath brushed against her skin, but it wasn't warmth—it was a chilling threat wrapped in a smirk.

"Yeah... he was obsessed with you. Your innocence, your beauty, your soft eyes—everything. It ate me up. It didn't sit right with me... no, not at all. So I snatched you before he could."

Ishani stared at him, shocked, her voice breaking. "I—I don't understand..."

He tilted his head, mocking her confusion.

"Of course you don't. You were too busy falling in love with your prince charming to see that I was only playing a game. And now? Look at you. Married to me. And him? Watching from afar. Alone. Helpless. This—this is so fucking satisfying."

Her stomach turned.

Who was he talking about? Who had loved her? Who had watched from afar?

Her head spun, trying to connect the dots through her panic.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she begged, her voice thick with fear. "Vikram... I don't know what you're saying. I don't care who it was. I—I'll listen to whatever you say. Just take me from here, please. Please don't do this to me..."

She tried to grab his arm, pleading desperately.

But he only looked at her with disgust.

"Now you beg," he sneered. "Now you cry and plead and look all innocent like a trapped kitten. It's pathetic."

Ishani sobbed, her voice shaking. "Please... let's go home, Vikram. I'll do everything you say... I swear. Just don't leave me here. Don't make me—"

"Enough!" Vikram suddenly barked, slamming his fist into the wall beside her face.

Ishani flinched violently, her heart pounding.

"I didn't bring you here to hear your drama. I brought you here because tonight... you're payment. And you're not walking out until I get what I came for."

His eyes were merciless.

And Ishani?

She could barely breathe.

Vikram's grip turned brutal as he grabbed Ishani by her hair, yanking her back so hard that she let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Let me go!" she cried, her voice breaking with terror, her feet stumbling over the expensive carpet as he dragged her through the hallway.

"No! Please, someone help me!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the luxurious yet hollow corridors—but no one came. No one even looked. Laughter and music filled the air outside the room, couples lost in their world, unaware—or choosing to ignore—the nightmare unfolding behind the closed doors.

Her hands clawed at his, trying to loosen the grip on her scalp, but it only made him yank harder.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gasped, "Where's my phone...?" Her eyes darted around, desperate for an escape, for something—anything. But her phone was gone. Lost in the chaos. No one was here to help.

"Dev..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please... come..."

She didn't even know why she thought of him now. But her heart—her soul—had only one name echoing in this moment of despair.

Vikram reached a door and shoved it open.

Inside stood a man.

Tall. Lean. Dressed in black. A devilish grin stretched across his face as he slowly turned around, his eyes drinking in the sight of her like a predator spotting his prey.

"Wow..." the man drawled, voice thick and cold. "Finally, Vikram. I was waiting for so long. Didn't you say the deal would be quick? Come on now, give her to me. I don't have all night."

Ishani's heart stopped. Her legs refused to move.

No.

No no no no no—

She thrashed in Vikram's hold, screaming like her soul was being ripped apart.

"No! No, please! Vikram, please don't do this to me!" she cried, her hands trying to push him away. "I'm your wife! Please! I'm begging you—"

SLAP!

The sound echoed louder than her screams.

Her face jerked sideways from the force of his palm, her cheek burning red, ears ringing.

Vikram's eyes blazed with fury. "Shut the fuck up," he snarled. "You keep screaming like that again, and I'll make sure your father doesn't see tomorrow's sun."

Ishani's mouth fell open in horror.

He leaned close, holding her chin with bruising force, his words slicing into her like blades.

"You want to be my wife? Then act like one." His smile was cruel. "I've sold you for the night. So be a good girl. Obey. Do what he wants. Let him use you—and then come back to me like nothing happened. That's the deal. And trust me, if you don't—your father will die."

Tears blurred her vision.

Every bone in her body trembled.

And in that moment, Ishani realized...

She was completely trapped.

⸻

Ishani POV

I never imagined this night would turn into a living nightmare.

Not even in my worst dreams.

Vikram stood next to me like a demon, gripping my arm so tightly it felt like my bones would snap.

His voice was cold. Detached. Dead.

"Take her," he told the man, his words slicing through the air like poison.

"If she doesn't listen, break her. If she screams, gag her. And if she tries to run..." —he let out a cruel laugh— "...kill her. Because useless things like her are nothing but a burden. A liability. A waste of space. I'm done carrying this garbage around."

Garbage?

Waste?

That's what I was to him?

I was shaking—no, I was shattering from the inside out. His words tore through me like glass, shredding every ounce of love I once had for him. Was this really the man I called my husband? The man I thought had changed?

I felt the bile rising in my throat.

I was nothing more than a pawn in his dirty game. A deal. A bet. A tool. He never loved me. Not even for a moment. And now... he was handing me over like a product. A thing.

I felt the other man's eyes on me. His gaze was like a knife sliding over my skin, slow and deliberate, making me sick.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't move.

My lips trembled, but no words came out. Only one name screamed inside my soul.

Devansh.

Please...

If there's a God listening... bring him to me. Please.

I need him.

I've never needed anyone so desperately in my entire life.

I want to run into his arms and cry. I want him to take me away from here. I want him to shatter every bone in Vikram's body and burn this hell down to the ground.

I want him to find me.

I don't care how. I don't care when. But I want Devansh ji here. Now.

Because if he doesn't come...

I'm not sure I'll survive tonight.

My knees were weak. My vision blurred. My hands were trembling so hard I could barely keep myself standing.

But my heart—it was screaming.

DEV... please... save me...

Vikram and I were screaming at each other.

I was yelling, crying, trying to get through to him like a madwoman.

"How could you do this to me, Vikram? I am your wife! For God's sake, I trusted you! I left everything for you!"

And he... he screamed right back, venom in every word. "Shut the fuck up, Ishani! You're not some queen. You're just a pawn in my game. Behave, or I swear—"

Suddenly, the door slammed open.

Another  man.

dangerous, disgusting, predator.

He entered the room like a beast who had waited too long for his prey.

His eyes landed on me—no, devoured me.

Then he shouted, loud and sharp, "You whore! Shut up!"

I flinched. I couldn't move. My mouth hung open, but no words came out.

His hand roughly grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into those monstrous eyes.

"Ahhh," he exhaled with a sick grin, trailing his fingers down my arm. "Your body... so soft, so white... just how I like it."

I jerked my face away, tears spilling, my body shaking in panic.

"Come now, baby," he whispered. "Let's get started."

⸻

I never imagined this would be my fate.

I never thought Vikram—the man I gave my whole heart to—would sell me like this.

He made me believe he had changed.

He used to hold my hand like I was his everything. He used to look at me like I mattered. He used to say he couldn't live without me.

Lies. All of it.

Now I see it. So clearly.

He never loved me.

He loved control. Power. Greed.

And I was just the rope he used to climb higher.

I feel disgusted.

Not just by this man standing in front of me... but by the way I trusted Vikram.

He didn't just break my heart.

He destroyed it.

And now, I'm standing at the edge of something so dark, so horrifying... and there's no one here to stop it.

No one... except Devansh ji.

Please... Dev...

Please come.

"If you ever cared—

Save me before it's too late.”

to be continue

—————————

How’s the chapter?

where is Dev???