MIS Part 2

Mistress – A Tainted Identity Part 2

Author’s POV

"Look at her attitude, highly as if she is a princess of somewhere whereas she is just his mistress, bed warmer bitch”

“Do you remember how proud her father used to be on how beautiful his daughter is, now see she is using her beauty to seduce a man who can satisfy her branded needs"

"I would rather die than become someone's mistress, flitty piece of shit”

“What a piece of meat she is, I want to fuck her raw and rough”

"Had I known she was such a slut, I would have offered her before Mr. Raichand”

All that was echoing in her head like broken tap was what people think about her and wanted to do with her whereas she was none of these.

She was not a slut.

She was not a bed warming bitch.

Her body was tainted but not her soul which was dying every moment.

If everything was in her control, she would have preferred to die before selling her dignity to him, but she was helpless and is helpless, but she wanted to change her future but after listening to people's thoughts about her, she was realized one thing that even if she left her tainted identity once but her identity will not leave her till her death. it will go with her to her grave.

"You can't cry because no one cares about your pain so don’t waste your tears on this pity matter because this is not the first time you are hearing all this. two whole years have passed and you are still not used to it.” She scolded herself looking into mirror while wiping her tears away harshly from her face which were not taking the name of stopping.

"Stop crying like a baby now you don't have your father to pamper you but the Satan who just wants to rip your soul from your body” she hissed taking out a lipstick from her purse with shaking hands.

She pulled some tissues and cleaned her face before fixing her makeup.

"Now you look presentable, just like his mistress.” She whispered staring at herself in the mirror whom she looked a seductress in black dress like as he liked to flaunt to people.

 She took a long breathe to compose herself before storming out of the bathroom in which she had locked herself for the past 20 minutes to prepare herself for the taunts of women and the lusty eyes of men again.

She walked into the hall with a forced smile and her gaze spotted him within a second who was standing with a group of men as he was standing at the same spot 20 minutes ago too.

His posture was straight, dark, dangerous and intimidating aura emanating from him that made everyone fear him, in these two years she had never seen anyone speak to him with disrespect, he preferred only respect.

Suddenly he turned his head and his dark intimidating eyes stopped on her which sent shiver down in her spine making her trembled in fear and she felt intimidated.

His intense eyes signalled her to come near him and her feet automatically moved towards him and the next moment she found herself beside him.

He pulled her into him yanking by her waist making her bump into his chest while his scrutinizing fixed on her.

She lowered her eyes immediately as she didn’t have the courage to look into his eyes which held only hatred and deadly obsession for her.

His lips formed in smirk as he saw his effect on her, he could feel her tremble against his body.

“It has to be said about you that you had great taste whether it is a thing or a woman.” A slurry voice broke his trance and his dark and cold eyes moved to that man whose eyes were wandering over her body lustfully which kicked something inside him as he tightened his grip on her waist making her winch in pain.

“I will take it as compliment” he said in calm tone but his eyes spewing fire but the man didn’t notice as his eyes were glued to her who shifted uncomfortably in his arms, she could feel his lusty eyes over on herself.

"I wish I could taste her too” that man slurred twisting his lips disgustingly.

He felt a sudden rage inside him that urged him to snap his neck but he controlled himself because he did not want to behave recklessly in front of her, he didn’t want to give her signal that he cared for her at all when his real motive was to bring her to parties with him to make her go through the humiliation and to remind her who she was.

His fucking mistress

Her hands balled in fists and her body shook with anger hearing his disgusting wish. She felt as if sewer worms were crawling over her body making her feeling disgusting. She wanted to slap him and to shout that she was not on the sell but she had no right to do that as her master didn’t not like such behaviour.

“Fuck your fantasy Manish Upadhyay as I don’t like to share” he said in calm yet dangerous tone which sent shiver down to his spine who gulped down out of fear seeing his cold gaze on him.

Tapish wanted to gouge his eyes out as he dared to keep his eyes on his thing but changed his mind when he felt her trembling against him, he was sure that it was not because of fear but because of anger.

"But you can have her when I get bored of her and throw her away" he knew exactly where to hit her that will hurt her the most.

Her head snapped at him as a lone tear rolled from her eyes knowing that he didn’t mind sharing her.

She knew very well that he hated her to the core and will do anything to make her life hell but she never expected him to stoop so low.

"Would you mind if I pass you to him after using you??" he asked her with a vile look on his face looking into her eyes in which he could only see anger and pain which was enough to tell him that he got what he wanted.

"I'm not a thing." her voice was low but firm because if the intensity of her eyes could kill him, he would have been buried eight feet under the ground.

"This is what you misunderstand that you are not a thing while for me you are not less than thing, my little thing" He insulted her without caring that they were not alone.

She ducked down her head in shame when she heard that same man laughing which only filled with mockery.

After that she didn’t say anything to him and behaved as he said like a thing that didn’t feel pain but when those dirty remarks of Manish fell in her ears, her heart twisted painfully which was not hidden from his eyes as he was silently observing everything as how she clenched her fists at Manish's dirty remark, how she blinked her eyelids repeatedly so she could hold back her tears.

He took her to the farmhouse when he felt that she had enough for today.

The ride from the party to farmhouse was full of silence as she had nothing to say to him for whom she didn't matter and he was busy with his important call which was nothing less than a blessing for her as she will be safe from his lusty eyes for some time while knowing that tonight was going to be a long one for her.

She didn’t waste a second to get out of the car as soon as the car halted in the premisses of the farmhouse but her steps halted in the middle as she heard his order.

"Wait for me in my room" saying this he marched to the area of ​​the farmhouse which was prohibited for her. Sometimes she wondered what was there that he didn’t want her to see.

“Another piece of soul” a tear slipped down from her eyes which she wiped it immediately with a painful smile and headed towards his room with broken heart and shattered soul while at this moment she wanted nothing but just to run away from him but she couldn't choose here, she meant to follow his orders.

She was sitting on his bed in his room thinking about her betraying life who had made her what she was but she jumped on the bed in reflex when the door of the room slammed open and she found him standing at the door whose scrutinizing eyes were wandering over her body lustfully making her cringed at him.

He stepped towards her like a predator and she got up from the bed rubbing her sweety palms on her dress.

“strip” His intimidated voice boomed in the room which was enough to tell her that this was not the right time to confront him. she lowered her eyes in shame hearing his demand, it was not new to her but that didn’t mean that the disgust that crawled in her body with this word was no more.

He must have seen her naked umpteen times but she still wasn't comfortable with it.

 He stopped few inches away from her who shaking visibly, and she was rubbing her hands on her dress which was enough to tell him what was going on inside her.

His sharp eyes were looking at her, his hands were in his pant pockets and there was no expression on his face but lust was overflowing in his eyes with some other emotion which she couldn’t decipher.

"I don't have the whole night so get rid of this dress" his demanding voice echoed throughout in the room and the next moment her dress pooled around her legs leaving her only in panty.

His eyes darkened with lust seeing her almost naked. He couldn’t deny the fact that she had a sexy body and alluring curves.

He pushed her down on the bed as his eyes fell on her breasts which were bare for his hungry eyes and the next moment, he was on top of her and he started pressing them mercilessly leaving her moaning in pain.

She wanted to push him and to hide herself under the duvet but she couldn't do anything, she couldn’t stop him from taking another part of her soul so she did what she always did, she closed her eyes in helplessness and let him do what he wanted with her body, he was biting her everywhere like a hungry animal which was increasing her hatred for herself.

“You look irresistible under me” she closed her eyes more tightly when she felt his bare body on her and a tear slipped out of her eyes when something hard touched her private area and it didn’t take a second for her to know what it was.

It’s disgusting

"What are you to me??" his demanded making her shook under him as he ripped off her panty.

“y…….your m…….mistress” As soon as these two words left her mouth, he pushed his dick inside mercilessly in one move making her scream in pain.

“ahhhhhhh I….it’s paining” she whimpered trying to push him away by holding his shoulders as unbearable pain shot through because of his rough thrusting  but he held her hands tightly and pinned them above her head.

"Do you think I care” he hissed in her ear while started pounding inside wildly.

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Anishta’ POV

He left me after 3 hours of continuous torture and I looked at my body which was covered with bite marks and my vaginal lips were sore due to his brutal sex. I looked like shattered like my soul.

I didn’t feel anything except pain in my whole body. He was always rough with me but this time he was brutal.

"I want you and your things out of the room when I come back" he ordered me and got down from the bed without giving me a single glance and walked to the bathroom but a storm was brewing inside me which I will not stop today.

Today he will have to answer that what had I done because of which he was torturing me like this, till now I was silent but today in the party he crossed his limits.

I got down from the bed hissing in pain, wrapping blanket around my naked body.

"Why do you hate me so much??? What have I done to you that you are torturing me like this??" I couldn't tolerate it anymore, I wanted to know for what crime I was being punished.

Being his mistress was nothing less than a punishment for me but now he wanted to give me to someone else to rip my soul.

I hate him with depth of my heart.

His body stiff at my questions, his hands balled as his shoulder stretched and his aura turned more darker than before, he turned around to look at me.

His dark voice boomed in the room making jump back in fear "Don't forget who you are?? A bloody mistress, I haven't given you the liberty to ask me questions, so stay within your limits."

I started trembling in fear as my grip tightened on the blanket while tears breamed in my eyes and my mind and heart started in sync “shut your damm mouth, it will take you on a ride to hell”

I knew what this man was capable of and what he could do to me but this time I was not ready to back down, I wanted to know why he hate me and he had to answer today.

"You can't always avoid me like this, you have to answer me today that what have I done that you have made my life worse than hell, till now you kept ripping me off like a meat but today you have crossed the limit, I AM NOT A PROSTITUTE." At the end I shouted as this merciless pain was eating me up from the inside.

I will not be silent today even if he killed me and even then, what would be a greater freedom than death for me?

In three large steps he pinned me to the wall by pushing me harshly and in no time his hand wrapped around my neck, choking me ruthlessly, his eyes were spewing fire, his jaws clenched, his veins were popping out as he tightened his grip on my throat.

I started feeling difficulty in breath and my lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen and my eyes started rolling back while tears started spilling out from eyes freely. I wanted to tell him to let go of me but his grip was so tight that it was impossible for me to get a word out of my mouth.

"How dare you to raise your voice on me and what did you say that you are not prostitute then let me tell you that a girl who sells her body for money is a prostitute like you sold me this shitty body of yours” he growled at me fuming in anger while tightening his grip on my neck making me flinched at his tone and my heart twisted in pain that he called me a Prostitute.

Believe me please I am not a prostitute.

Yes, it was true that I sold my body to him but for this he forced me, he created such a situation, I had no other way left and he knew it very well, yet he was calling me with this shitty name.

He is disgusting

I hate him

And how could he call me by that name when he knew well that he took my virginity and I had never had physical relations with anyone other than him.

He is hypocrite Satan 

"Looks like you've got your wings back, why don't I burn them off again? and I know how to do it" he bellowed leaning on my face, tightening his hold on my neck and I felt like I will faint any moment but he suddenly released my neck and I fell on the floor, started panting heavily while more tears left my eyes.

He yanked me up by holding my arm, dragged me out of the room which made me panic and I started wriggling in his hold but he didn’t leave me instead his grip tightened more and started dragging me towards the basement without paying any heed to my pleadings which made my body tremble badly because I knew what was coming for me.

He was going to torcher me again. 

He opened the door and pushed me straight inside with force, I fell straight on the hard floor hurting my elbows and the blanket slipped from my hand but I held it tightly on my chest.

My insiders churned, my body started trembling violently and sweats covered my body like a second skin as my glossy eyes looked over the room which was full of strange torture instruments that I didn't even know the names of but two things, whip and thick wooden stick which I had a deep connection with because this was not my first time in this room. He brought me to this room twice before which still haunted me.

"So, let's start what we came here for" my body went on panic mode, I crawled back out of fear shaking my head profusely as my voice betrayed me.

I looked at him with my pleading eyes but it didn’t affect him, he walked into the room smirking at me maliciously.

"You haven't forgotten this??"' he asked lifting whip from the table, seeing which I felt like my soul left my body and before I could react, he lifted whip up and I screamed out of my lungs as I felt a sharp pain on my legs that shook the whole room.

I didn't emerge from the first blow that he started lashing me and slowly I lost my senses because now my body couldn’t tolerate any more pain and the last thing I heard before I fainted completely was "shit man I've lost my temper again."

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A man was sitting in a wheel chair and his eyes were fixed on the portrait of a beautiful woman on the wall in front of him, his eyes were looking at her with immense love while a beautiful smile playing on his lips.

"For me you are the most beautiful woman in the world" he said the words with admiration what his heart felt for her. He loved her more than himself.

he loved to spend his time with her, it gave him peace, he closed his eyes and immersed himself in the memories of her which was most beautiful moments of his life but a manly voice brought him out of his beautiful memory lane “I was sure I’d find you here but don't you think it's too late and you should be in your bed at this time”

He turned his head at the direction of the voice to find a young man standing there who was looking at him with a smile.

"I can ask you this question too, why are you awake this late??" He shot his question at him to which the young man huffed and said in little annoyed tone walking towards him "Can we deny our boss's orders???"

He took a seat on the single sofa and added making grumpy face "Trust me uncle, if he was not my bestfriend, I would have run away long ago because this man does not understand the meaning of night."

The old man was Agnay Suryakant smiled at his complain.

“Anshul Gautam If your boss hears that you are thinking of running away from here, he will not waste even a second to put bullets in your head" he told him with a teasing smile on which Anshul groaned making irritated faces "which mad dog bit me when I thought of becoming this man's friend but what can I do now, now he is my bestfriend and I have to cherish our friendship whether by giving my life or taking someone else's.”

“Ok leave all this, tell me where is your boss” he asked Anshul in a serious voice who got stiff in his place and said to him with some unknown emotions flashing in his eyes "You know where he might be.”

An awkward silence swallowed them with the realization that where he was and what he must be doing at this time??

"Don't you think whatever he is doing is wrong, she is not his culprit but then she is the one who is burning in the fire of his hatred" Anshul broke the silence, a strange emotion in his voice for her.

Agnay shifted his gaze from him to her portrait with heavy heart and exclaimed sighing heavily "She is as innocent as my Nalini".

"Can't we do something for her???" Anshul asked him with desperation to which Agnay smiled lightly "we can’t do anything for her, our love for Tapish will not let us go against him and the fire of his revenge will not let her go. There is nothing in our hands, we can just see it but can't do anything."

He had never felt so helpless as he did in her matter, he knew from the beginning that whatever was happening was wrong which will one day come back with same force but he couldn't do anything. It was not like that he did not try to convince Tapish to let her go but what could he do when he was not even ready to listen to him.

Tapish was adamant to punish her as their blood was running in her veins.

Anshul knew that what he was saying was true but his guilt and Tapish's weird behaviour since few months was not letting him leave it.

“His revenge is right but the person is wrong, I will just pray that he never has to regret it when I know very well that the day is not far when he will curse himself for the pain, he implicated on her" Hearing Anshul's words, his head snapped towards him with thumping heart.

"What do you want to say?? Is there something I don't know??" Agnay asked with shaky tone as he not getting good vibes from it.

"He's obsessed with Anishta, you don't know what crazy things he did for her. He's literally becoming psycho for her. He........." Anshul paused rubbing his hands on his face in despair.

This incomplete sentence was enough to tell Agnay that there was something that will change everything and burned Tapish’s wounded soul into ashes.

"what" was all that came out of his mouth.

"He started loving Anishta too but right now his obsession is ruling it" Anshul stated making him shock.

This was not right. how could he love her whose life he ruined. This was totally wrong because love was very strong emotion which demanded same passion in return and if we didn't get that then it left us with a pain that neither let us live nor die and whatever he had done with Anishta, she will never reciprocate his love and it's not her fault, how could she love the man who had made her the person everyone in the world loathed, how could she accept the man who snatched her dignity ruthlessly and forced her to live a life full of humiliation.

"He can’t love her. Love will destroy him. He is going down a path that will bring him nothing but pain. What happened 20 years ago turned his heart to stone but this blow will set his soul on fire as she will never love her tormentor" Agnay said.

Anshul kept his mouth shut as he had nothing to say.

Tapish had chosen this path himself and he will have to bear the consequences.

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