JENNIFER'S POV
I turned and found father giving me a satisfying look. "Atleast feeding you and keeping you in my house
made you useful in some way!" He taunted.
The governor's son? But how? You might have got influence in the judiciary system, but still... we are
commoners!
"What? The governor's son!? Engaged as in... you want me to marry him?" I asked absolutely
bewildered. All my pain on the cheek, tiredness gone in a moment.
"He is a rapist, a pedophile! And a drug addict too! I am not going to-" but he cut me in the middle.
"Yes you are! You are going to marry the governor's son. I wanted them to right away fix the marraige
but the governor wanted a grand ceremony so that's why you shall get married to him within 2 weeks!"
He said in despair as if, if he would have been capable, he would have married me off to him that very
day.
The governor's son, Mayank Prakash was a rapist, who was even caught red handed during his
disgusting act of assaulting minors in one of his farmhouses. The court had sentenced him to 20 year
jail punishment but his father being a politician, dragged his good-for-nothing-son out of the legal mess
by bending the law with his money. Mayank was also reported to have been under constant doses of
illegal drugs but eventually, all the media houses soon drifted away from that issue and the police
suddenly became at loss of evidence. Hence miraculously claiming the pedophile to be innocent. And
father was ordering me to marry that animal? How could he stoop so low?
"As for your soon to be husband, you need to groom yourself. So buy some new clothes for yourself
with this money. I want you to seduce him with your body. I don't care even if it means getting pregnant
with his child!" He snarled throwing a bunch of notes on my face.
How can he be this crude? This unaffected of the situation he is putting me into? I screamed in my
mind as my eyes welled up again with angry tears. I was completely helpless in front of father. I had
never got the strength of going against him, or question him back. But.... what he was asking me to do
was completely unacceptable!
"Father please.... please don't make me do this... That bastard will rape me each day and there shall
be no one to hear me out! Absolutely no one!" I started begging in front of him, but he stood there
absolutely unfazed of my plight. I was fretting now, I was feeling as if I was loosing the battle. I couldn't
imagine myself being alone in a room with that beast who would do nothing else other than tearing my
clothes off and breaking me piece by piece.
To this he shouted," Keep those crocodile tears locked up in yours tear bags you bitch." He strode to
me and kicked me hard on my legs. I lost balance and my forehead hit against the dining table.
I just earned a fresh deep cut for trying to defend myself. Wow! Every girl would dream of having a life
like mine.
I thought bitterly.
"You lucky bitch! You are getting a golden opportunity of playing on heaps of money, jewellery and God
knows what more goodies, simply by banging yourself against Mayank Prakash but look at you! Trying
out ways to distort this pretty face of yours!" I was horrified.
I held his legs and my dam of tears broke. I broke down and tears started flowing profusely,"Papa
please... please dont sell me off! Please father... I shall do whatever you wish for but please break this
alliance. I beg of you!" I was pleading now, clutching his legs.
I was in a sorry state. Blood was oozing from the cut on my ride side forehead, my chapped lips were
all dry, with scraps of skin peeled off. They were in such a bad condition that if I would even bite them
gently for once, they would start bleeding. My eyes had become swollen and red due of crying. My
nose was running due to the constant sobbing. But none of this, melted his heart. He kicked me off his
leg and got hold of my jaw with force.
I winced.
He was squeezing my jaw with great force, leaving my mouth to be open like the gold fish . He leaned
and commanded in a low menacing tone," I dont want the groom's family to think that their bride was
fiesty as hell. Let Mayank discover it on the bed! And, fix this broken state of yours... use whatever you
feel like to cover these bruises and scars but know one thing. I won't like people saying that the bride
was forced to submit in front of the Prakashs' "
Then he leaned more and kissed the cut from were the blood had been coming out, still holding my jaw
in a strong grip. He purposely licked the cut by his tongue to clean the blood from there. I flinched with
disgust, and tried to move back. But, his grip on my jaw only hardened. He further smooched on the cut
of my forehead, and then slowly stood up to his full length. His eyes were still rooted on me.
I was feeling as if ants were crawling on my body. I was felt nauseous.
"This was for calling me papa, darling...." he drawled on the last part.
I rubbed my cut on the lip and forehead by my hands. I tensed on sensing pain but that didn't stop me
from doing so. I wanted to remove that sickening feeling of his lips from my face. His saliva on my
wonds was making me feel tainted, and beyond repair. What could I possibly expect from a man like
him who did not feel disgust even by the thought of kissing a girl who had been living with him like his
daughter all these years!?
Then, father walked to the door to lock it, leaving me fallen on the ground. Just then his words started
resonating in my mind......
I won't like people saying that the bride was forced to submit in front of the Prakashs'
SUBMIT... SUBMIT... SUBMIT!?
Something snapped inside me when that word kept on whirling inside my mind. I for sure, never
wanted to be like a damsel in distress waiting for her knight in shining armor to appear out of nowhere
and save me. No! I was, I am and I shall always be capable enough to take care of myself. I will rise
from this mess soon, but surely I will never submit. I had never been a weakling in my life. Be it in front
of my jealous classmates, bullying college mates or competition-freak colleagues, I had always
emerged the winner. This time, the fight may be tough, but I shall not surrender in front of that molester,
never ever. That's for sure!
Afterall, I had always been one of those who rise from the ashes like the Phoenix! I mentally thought,
as at the end of the day, I was the only one who could support and compose my own self.
I settled my raking mind and asked the question bugging me for quite a lot of time,"How come you got
hold of the governor's son out of nowhere? Well, we are still commoners right? Or are you in touch with
some very powerful people.... You know, owner of some big corporation or big businessman-" but I was
interrupted.
"Shut that razer-like tongue of yours! I am not your PA or some servant who is bound to answer each
and every question of yours." I shouted on my face slamming the door.
So.... I may be right! This may have something to do with the Manthenas and their authority! Soon I
shall find out!
I was determined of my intent now, this was about my self respect afterall ! As....
I don't do anything at the cost of my dignity!
Still, my subconscious mind whispered," You are such a hipocrate!" I rolled my eyes.
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