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Tainted by HIM chapter 1
Author's Pov:
The scene opens, and a girl is seen getting up before dawn breaks. She is none other than our cutie, Anshika Tiwari. She is 5'1 inch with a slender neck and a petite body. She has a thin waist, but her assets are full. She is seen to be limping, but the reason is unknown to us. She starts dusting her room. Her room kind of looks like an old attic with a small bed, which can be compared to the berth of passenger trains. It looks quite uncomfortable. She comes out of her room and starts dusting the whole house, but at a slow pace. The question now arises: Why is she living in an attic when she could live in the same house equally? Then suddenly, the shrill and loud voice of a woman in her 70s gave chills to her body. It was none other than Gayatri Tiwari.
"Why the hell has the house not been cleaned until now? You bitch, don't you know its my Pooja time?"
“Um daadisa (grandmother) I am unwell today, so I was unable to wake up early in the morning, and due to pain, I am working at a slow pace. I'm sorry.”
“Is that my problem, you whore? And is this the way you clean the house?"Gayatri twisted her hand behind her back and gave her a tight slap.
“What is going on here?" A man in his mid-50s asked. He was none other than pandit Naman Tiwari. Well, by profession, he was a priest; it was just an income-generating occupation for him, but as a human, he is a horrible and horrendous man.
“See Naman beta (son/child) , this bitch has not even completed cleaning yet. When will we do pooja? When will she cook? When will you go for your work?”
"Oh, common Maasa(mother), she looks unwell, but she will clean it properly. Haina (isn't it) Anshikha beta?”
Anshikha replied yes in a very low voice with her head hung low.
“Now come here, my sweet daughter.”
Her body became a bit tensed, and her heart pounded against her ribcage.
She took tiny steps towards her father, who stood smiling as if he were the most loving father. Maybe he was, or maybe he was not.
Then suddenly, he dragged her by the hair, held her cheeks in a tight grip, and harshly kept her head on the kitchen slab. While doing so, she hit her head, and a small cut marked her forehead. Her father started cleaning the slab using her head as a mop. She was crying, begging, and pleading for mercy. After the whole kitchen slab was cleaned, he left her and slapped her tight and pressed tightly on the wound he gave her by cutting her arm the previous day just because his dinner was served two minutes late. Anshikha cried in pain; her whole face turned red, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. He warned her not to repeat the mistake and ordered her to clean everything properly and soon.
Naman and his mother went away. Anshikha scurried and started cleaning the whole house. Soon, everything was done.
She came back to her room and took a bath while cleaning her wound and changing the bandages. She was ready, and now her crying face was replaced with a small smile because it was her first day of college. After struggling so much, she was allowed to start college, and she was thankful to her family. She never came to hate her family, as they were her only family and brought her up and gave her basic necessities.
But today she was nervous and excited, and she had a hunch something was going to happen, but she ignored the thought, thinking she was just too nervous for her first day of college, the first day of her freedom, and maybe the first day of making friends.
© vagabondscribbler
The scene opens, and a girl is seen getting up before dawn breaks. She is none other than our cutie, Anshika Tiwari. She is 5'1 inch with a slender neck and a petite body. She has a thin waist, but her assets are full. She is seen to be limping, but the reason is unknown to us. She starts dusting her room. Her room kind of looks like an old attic with a small bed, which can be compared to the berth of passenger trains. It looks quite uncomfortable. She comes out of her room and starts dusting the whole house, but at a slow pace. The question now arises: Why is she living in an attic when she could live in the same house equally? Then suddenly, the shrill and loud voice of a woman in her 70s gave chills to her body. It was none other than Gayatri Tiwari.
"Why the hell has the house not been cleaned until now? You bitch, don't you know its my Pooja time?"
“Um daadisa (grandmother) I am unwell today, so I was unable to wake up early in the morning, and due to pain, I am working at a slow pace. I'm sorry.”
“Is that my problem, you whore? And is this the way you clean the house?"Gayatri twisted her hand behind her back and gave her a tight slap.
“What is going on here?" A man in his mid-50s asked. He was none other than pandit Naman Tiwari. Well, by profession, he was a priest; it was just an income-generating occupation for him, but as a human, he is a horrible and horrendous man.
“See Naman beta (son/child) , this bitch has not even completed cleaning yet. When will we do pooja? When will she cook? When will you go for your work?”
"Oh, common Maasa(mother), she looks unwell, but she will clean it properly. Haina (isn't it) Anshikha beta?”
Anshikha replied yes in a very low voice with her head hung low.
“Now come here, my sweet daughter.”
Her body became a bit tensed, and her heart pounded against her ribcage.
She took tiny steps towards her father, who stood smiling as if he were the most loving father. Maybe he was, or maybe he was not.
Then suddenly, he dragged her by the hair, held her cheeks in a tight grip, and harshly kept her head on the kitchen slab. While doing so, she hit her head, and a small cut marked her forehead. Her father started cleaning the slab using her head as a mop. She was crying, begging, and pleading for mercy. After the whole kitchen slab was cleaned, he left her and slapped her tight and pressed tightly on the wound he gave her by cutting her arm the previous day just because his dinner was served two minutes late. Anshikha cried in pain; her whole face turned red, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. He warned her not to repeat the mistake and ordered her to clean everything properly and soon.
Naman and his mother went away. Anshikha scurried and started cleaning the whole house. Soon, everything was done.
She came back to her room and took a bath while cleaning her wound and changing the bandages. She was ready, and now her crying face was replaced with a small smile because it was her first day of college. After struggling so much, she was allowed to start college, and she was thankful to her family. She never came to hate her family, as they were her only family and brought her up and gave her basic necessities.
But today she was nervous and excited, and she had a hunch something was going to happen, but she ignored the thought, thinking she was just too nervous for her first day of college, the first day of her freedom, and maybe the first day of making friends.
© vagabondscribbler
