Disgusting ?

this chapter contains explicit sexual violence so if you're not comfortable please skip

The motive of writing this was to spread bitter , ugly truths society often wants to hide.

Her pov

“ You are an insensitive, spoiled kid, Mr. Kush Kapoor.”

Don’t be nervous. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was all his fault.

I tried to steady myself, to not shed any more tears, but the pain was too much to handle.

“I want to know, Kush… why did you do this to me?”

I let the words fall out, even though I knew I might not be able to handle the truth. Still, a part of me wanted to know.

“Why?”

The word slipped out—barely audible, but bitter.

“You want to know? Then listen. You’re nothing to me. You never were. You’re just a reluctant presence in my life, Evara. And yes, I laughed at our chats in front of my friends—to insult you.”He took out his phone and showed me the screen.

All it displayed were screenshots of our chats—every bit of love I had shown, turned into jokes inside his friend group.

My throat burned. My eyes filled with tears. I wasn’t crying loudly anymore, but the tears still kept falling.

“I was here to tell you that my family is forcing me to get married,” I pushed myself to continue.

“I was here to ask for help.”

He laughed hollowly at my words.

“So you’re getting married and lecturing me for crossing limits?”

I slapped him—hard.

I couldn’t tolerate listening to anything more from his mouth.

He grabbed my hair tightly, pulling it back, making me gasp in pain.

“Listen,” he snapped, “I’m not your father to tolerate your tantrums. You made a big mistake by slapping me.”

Before he could do anything more, Astya and the rest of the family arrived—my parents, his parents.

Astya was dressed like a groom.

But why? Wasn’t his brother the one I was supposed to marry?

The questions crowded my mind, and I couldn’t focus anymore—neither on the pain in my head nor in my heart.

All I could see was him… his eyes.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt something sticky on my neck.

Blood.

No no no, relax. It’s just syrup. It’s just red.

I tried to console myself as the red substance clung to my skin.

“If anybody tries to come closer, I’ll hurt her,” Kush shouted.

Before anyone could react, I grabbed the blade pressing against my neck from the wrong side, the sharp edge digging into my palm.

“Look at the colour of my mehendi, Kush,” I said.

“This isn’t the colour of pity—the one you gave me. This is blood, staining the happiness you destroyed.”

I pushed him away before he could regain balance.

Astya struck him—once, then again—until blood coated his mouth.

I finally held Astya’s raised hand to stop him.

“Let’s go,” I said quietly.

Before we could leave, Kush laughed bitterly.

“So he’s the man you’re going to sleep with. Evara?”

Another laugh followed.

“ does he know the scars and buries on your body from last night which tell a story about me ?”

“ for your kind information man, I've already, brutally raped your wife while she's drunk and she doesn't know that , sadly ” he made a sad face “ but I have video ”

My hand fled to my mouth and i puked at same place

Kush made a disgusting face “ you're such a disgusted slut Evara.”

Author note

New chapter update on Wattpad named as “ beg me ”