Mistress

Chapter 16- A caged bird

Author's p.o.v

Sehreyar threw the phone on the floor and asked her angrily," Who is this Asish Mehta?"

" He is my professor," Meher replied going backwards. She is a little bit of scared seeing Sehreyar too

much angry.

Sehreyar asked with his cold voice," Why was he messaging you? Why is he so much concern about

you? Why is he asking why aren't you going to college? Why is he so concerned about your study?

What's your relationship with him? Why did you give your number to him?"

She replied truthfully," I don't know from where he found my number. Maybe he found it in the student's

book. As a teacher, he is concerned for me. He is just my professor. Nothing else."

Sehreyar holds her injured arm tightly and asked angrily," I am asking you for the last time. What's your

relationship with him?"

" Ah....leave my hand...it's paining. I have already told you," Meher said hissing in pain.

Sehreyar asked sarcastically," Are you his special student? Hmm? I also have passed my college time

but no professor was that much generous with me."

Meher is understanding where this conversation is going. She was already too much upset and now

Sehreyar's questions are making her lose her patience.

She replied angrily," Yes, I am his special student. I am giving him special services just the way I am

giving you. Aren't you so desperate to hear this sentence from me?"

" Meher!!" Sehreyar yelled loudly and raised his hand to slap her.

Meher closed her eyes in reflex. She was waiting for a hard impact. But, the impact never came. She

opened her eyes and found that his hand is hanging in the air and he is clenching his jaw tightly.

Meher said angrily looking at his reaction," Why did you stop? Slap me. Beat me.....do one thing. Kill

me in once. I am done with everything. You are asking me about my relationship with my professor.

Have you ever thought about yourself? Huh! You are so shameless that even after having a fiancee

you have made me your mistress. You are a cheater. A complete lunatic. You are destroying two

woman's life. You are a monster."

" You have gotten your tongue back. You are talking back with me. Huh! Did you just forget your place

in front of me? Sehreyar asked and pushed her on the bed. She hissed in pain when her body landed

on the bed with great impact.

He isn't even caring that she is still weak after tolerating all those violent kicks from Sajal's friends.

Meher looked at him

and said angrily," Yeah. I am talking back. What will you do? You will starve me, slap me and rape me.

What more you can do? You are not a real man. You are a coward who can only abuse by raping a

weak girl. You are just......."

She couldn't complete her sentence when Sehreyar hovered over her and said almost choking her

neck," If you were not injured then I might have shown you I am a real man or not."

Saying that he stood up from his hovered position and Meher took a relief of breath.

Then, Sehreyar said sternly," You will not go to college. You will not come out of this house. You will be

in the house for 24 hours."

" Why are you stopping my study? Why can't I go to college? You can't stop my study," Meher said

standing from the bed.

Sehreyar replied," I don't want you to meet that professor again. I am going to teach him a good lesson

for messaging you."

This time Meher couldn't control her outburst and said crying," What's wrong I have done to you ever? I

am sleeping with you every time as per your wish. I have tolerated your fiancee's humiliation. What

more I have to tolerate? Why are you punishing me like that? What's my fault? Don't stop my study."

Sehreyer replied going towards the door," You are not going to study anymore. I have already told you

about my decision. I had permitted you to study. I have bear the expenses of your study. Then, how

dare you to have a relationship with your professor! You have forgotten the rules and now it's your

punishment. You have brought that upon you."

" I will continue my study. You can't stop me," Meher said fisting her palm in anger where tears are

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Sehreyar turned his face to her direction and asked her with amusement," Are you capable of going

against me? You might have forgotten that your one brother is still in the hospital, another one is in jail

and your company is still under me. So, before doing and talking back to me.

Think hundred times."

This time Meher became mute and didn't utter a single word. She has lost her words. She is crying

badly pressing her lips and fisting her palm tightly.

Sehreyar came forward and raised her chin with his index finger. He asked her dramatically," Where did

that rebellious Meher go? A few moments ago you were talking back. What happened now? Won't you

go against me?"

Meher didn't reply to him. She is only crying and cursing her destiny. She is looking in another direction.

She didn't meet his eyes.

Sehreyar smirked seeing her and then turned towards the door to leave this room.

He is going to cross the door when Meher said with her painful voice," I wish one day someone will

also take the advantage of your helplessness. One day you will regret whatever you are doing with

me."

" We will see," Sehreyar replied rudely and left the room.

Meher fall on the bed and started screaming with too much hurt," Why these cruel things are

happening with me? I have never done wrong to anyone. Then, why all these are happening to me?

She looked at the ceiling and asked angrily," Yaay Allah. You are seeing every injustice towards me.

Then, why are you still silent? What I should do? Where I should go? I am suffocating here. He is

snatching everything from me. Can't you just show me the path to come out of this hell? I am dying

every time. I am dying."

After two days

Meher's p.o.v

I am sitting beside the window and looking outside aimlessly. I am drinking some orange juice because

I wasn't feeling like to eat anything.

I looked at the sky and found birds. they are flying freely without anyone's interruption. Once I was also

a free bird like them. I used to fly like them spreading my wings under my Adeel bhaiya's protection.

Nobody dares to say anything to me because of my brother.

But, now everything is gone. Sehreyar Al-Sheikh has cut my wings. He has caged me inside his golden

cage. He has made my life worse than hell.

My study was the only thing which used to divert my upset mind from all this humiliation and pain. But,

that monster has snatched my only hope from me as well.

I am living in this house like a caged bird who is always suffocating. My soul is crying to come out of

this cage. In this cage, I have nothing to do apart from pleasing him. I have no one talk with me. I have

no one to give some comfort. I am not even allowed to leave this house without his permission.

Last night he came to this cage to satisfy his hunger for my body. As I am completely fine now, he

started fulfilling his desires again. He has forgotten that I am human. I have feelings too. For him, I am

just a shell to fulfil his carnal desires.

" Mam.....mam.....Meher mam...." I heard someone is calling me.

I looked at the voice's direction and found that the maid is here and looking at me. I was so engrossed

in my sorrowful thoughts that I didn't hear her.

I asked her," What happened? Why are you calling me?"

" Mam, Bade madam(Senior madam) is here. She wants to meet you," The maid informed me.

I asked her confusingly," Bade madam? Who is she?

The maid replied," She is Sehreyar sir's grandma. She wants to you. She is sitting in the living room."

I became surprised by hearing her. Why did his grandma want to meet me? What's happening? I am

not understanding anything. Is she also here to insult me like Sajal?

" Mam. Please. Don't be late. Bade madam is very strict. She will not like it if you make her wait," The

maid replied worriedly.

I didn't say anything to her. I covered my head with my dupatta properly and came downstairs.

I found that an old woman is sitting on the couch crossing her legs. She is looking quite strong

regarding her age. Her dress to her bag, her hairstyle to her shoes everything is screaming luxury. She

is looking at the newspaper having a serious expression on her face. She is sitting with her dominating

aura.

I gulped down the lump which was forming inside me because of nervousness.

I greeted her timidly," Assalamu alai kum" ( A/N-Muslim people greeted each other saying that)

Hearing me, she looked at me folding the newspaper. She didn't reply to my salam yet.

She came forward and eyed me from head to toe. I am not understanding her mood. Why is she

looking at me like that?

After eyeing me for few minutes she said sarcastically," So, you are that bastard's sister. I have to

admit that you are worthy enough to be my grandson's mistress. You have a pretty face and nice

body."