Chapter 3: SOLD

Pragati POV

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I nodded and directly went toward the washroom. Whole-time, his eyes were on me. I walked inside and used toothpaste to drop a message for dad in the mirror.

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"Emergency. Check your room." 

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While coming back from the washroom, I intentionally kept my hand on Papa's body. He furrowed his eyes when he saw I have applied toothpaste on his clothes, but he couldn't understand that. And I didn't have time to explain to him.

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I came back to Chauhan sir. By that time, he was not suspicious. I saw Papa walked toward the washroom to clean his shirt.

"What did you do?", Chauhan Sir hissed in my ear.

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"Spoiled your plan, I guess.", I gave my innocent smile to him. Little did I know that this incident is going to change my life forever. Papa immediately walked toward his room and coming out of the washroom. I know he will ask me later how come I know about all this, but I am afraid that I will be here to answer his question.

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Because the moment, Papa entered the room. Chauhan sir forcefully dragged me out of the party. Few of his men were still at the party, so I didn't dare to shout or protest because I was afraid that they can harm mom. 

He pushed me in his car and started driving it like a maniac.

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"Till now, your brother might have spilled all the beans in front of Vikram.", He cursed and glared at me. Ha. as if I care. "I swear Pragati, I will make your life a living hell.", Saying this he slapped me so hard at my head hit the dashboard of the car.

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I opened my eyes when I left someone lifting me in his arm and that person was definitely not Chauhan Sir. He was carrying me somewhere through the darkness and I started thrashing against that person, wanting to get out of his hold. 

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"Stop struggling, you bitch!", He held me more tightly. I was thrown in the trunk of some car making my head collide with some metal thing.

Tears started pouring out of my eyes. I tried to shout, but that of no use. One second I was planning for the birthday surprise of my father and the next second, I became a hostage of some maniac.

I struggled to sit up straight, to get my hand free from the tight ropes, but everything was in vain. I was so weak, too scared to do anything.

My heart ached as I realized I might never see my family anymore, might never get to tie rakhi on Aarvik's wrist, that I might never get my life back, that I may not even get out of whatever this was alive.

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And then everything went black as that guy pressed a cloth on my nose, the chloroform in it already showing its effects.

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When I woke up from the deep slumber. I saw the bearded man was muttering something with his partner in a strange language which I couldn't understand. While the other guy was nodded his head. He looked at me as if he was looking at the fruits in the market, contemplating to buy me or not.

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I shuddered at that thought.

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My heart nearly leaped out of the chest when I saw him advancing toward me and I started thrashing around, desperately hoping for some miracle to get me out of this hell. But no avail, the man came and untie me, grabbing my arm and lifted me up. I didn't cooperate and tried to stop moving by planting my legs on the floor and tried to snatch my arms out of the tight hold of that man.

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Frustrated with all the struggling I was doing, that man whipped around and slapped me at my ear, where Chauhan sir had hit me before, making me fall on the floor by the force. Then that man grabbed me again and started dragging me, this time ignoring my protests.

My face was wet with tears and sweat, my hairs were sticking to it, my body and clothes had dirt on them. A little blood had come out from the wound that had formed due to my falling on the floor. 

I was hungry and my head was pounding so much, I thought it was going to explode. My legs and hands felt weak, I couldn't find it in myself to struggle anymore, I was slowly losing my control over my consciousness.

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In short, I was terrified.

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"Make sure she gets sold first."

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All my protests died down when I was grabbed roughly again and I was thrown inside a big truck, where there were many girls. Before I knew, my mouth was being taped again and I felt a needle piercing my skin, whatever liquid it held in it being inserted in my body.

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Soon, everything became drowsy, and I felt myself floating, all the sense of the outside world leaving my mind. My body became numb. I was still conscious though, but it took a lot of energy for me to lift my hand or even blink.

I could see a male figure still touching me. I could feel him touching my skirt, lifting it up and run his hand over her thigh. I wanted to slap his hand away, I wanted to kick him in the balls, it took so much energy to lift my leg, my leg had become so heavy. I couldn't do anything but shake my head limply, screaming at him to stop touching me, but my mouth wouldn't open, slowly I felt my eyes starting drop down, it became so difficult to keep them open. 

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I didn't want to fall unconscious again, I wanted to fight him, I wanted to break free and run away, but my eyes were just so heavy and I couldn't keep them open, no matter how much I tried as they finally shut down, taking me into a dreamless, unwanted slumber.

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The last thing I felt before I slipped into unconsciousness was a stamp being imprinted on the inside of her thigh.

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#TBC