All Chapters of CAGED: In the dark embrace of my Saviour : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rudra Malhotra  After having dinner I went to my room taking the bottle of wine and a glass from the bar. I sat on the couch and poured a drink settling the bottle on the table. I sipped the drink while thinking about her, my new toy.  I rarely go to the brothels but that day my instinct compelled me to go there. I directly went to that place from the office. Generally, I am not interested in virgins as they cry a lot, so I prefer experienced girls. But that day I don't know why I went for the new arrivals. When I was looking at those girls that were presented to me I found a girl standing at the end of the queue. She was looking down at the floor and I was not able to look at her face as it was hidden with her long hairs. Her strange behavior captured my attention.  My legs absent-mindedly moved towards the end of the queue. There was a kind of magnet that attracted me to her. She was still looking down l

Ananya's POVKiara gave me her shirt and jeans to wear. She and my size are almost the same except I am a little taller than her so I didn't found it difficult to fit in her clothes. I changed the clothes as fast as I can and directly ran to the parking. I do not want him to make angrier. He was waiting for me in the car. He looked at me from head to toe and gave me an approving look. I sat on the very corner of the seat maintaining as much distance as I can. I looked outside the window and fresh air hit my face as the driver started the engine. I inhaled the oxygen. I was enjoying the moment at least for now I am out of that beautiful cage. I looked from the periphery of my eyes that he was busy either with the mobile or was looking into oblivion. Sometimes I find this man to be mysterious. It feel like he is hiding a lot of things within him that are yet to be discovered. The car stopped after around 25 minut

Ananya's POV It is been a week since that incident. I have tried to make as much distance as I can and commit as few mistakes as possible. But he always finds one or the other reason to scold me. After all I am a human who commits mistakes. This week I have understood one thing that his anger is just like a fire that can burn anyone. So I try not to make him angry as I don't want to get burn in his flame. This week has gone smoothly with little scolding here and there. I hope everything goes like this.  Today is Saturday so after preparing his breakfast I am free to do anything if he does not order me. I am happy finally I would get some free time for myself. I have decided to spend the afternoon in the library reading some imaginary stuff to escape from my life's reality. It is the thing which have helped me throughout my life.  "ANANYA" he roared my name from his room and as a result, the plate slipped from my hand.

Ananya's POV  I did nothing yesterday except sleeping as he was not at home. I am free today too because he will return by midnight. I don't know where he has gone and I don't care too. I am happy if I don't face him because I can never forget the word he used to call me. I just asked for love and care in my life but in return, I got this. Whenever I think that now things are going to get fix another problem rises. I don't know how long it would last.  "Ana!" "Ana!"  I heard someone calling me.  "Where are you lost? Look at the coffee"  "Oh!"  That was Kiara who pulled me out of my daydreaming. I instantly turned off the gas.  "Are you missing sir?" She said in a teasing tone.  "What?" My jaw dropped "You cannot resist that handsome hunk

Ananya's POV "I want you in my room within 5 minutes," he said looking back at my eyes with unreadable expressions.  He left my room giving me a 440-volt shock. I took a deep breath and stood up. The first thing I did is drank a glass full of water to give relief to my dried throat. Then I fixed my dress, tied the hairs in a bun, and ran towards his room as I didn't have much time to waste. His room is adjacent to mine. He kept my room near to his so that he can call me anytime. I knocked on the door and he just hummed in the response like he has to pay rupees to open his mouth to say something. Although it is good if he stays on mute mode all the time. I don't mind at all.  I entered his room to find him sitting on the couch like a king, smoking a cigarette while his other hand was resting on the thigh. I instantly stopped breathing and scrunched my nose as the smoke from the cigarette hit