The girl was trembling in pain.

Her entire body felt bruised and burning. Bite marks and scratch wounds covered her skin. Above her stood a man—her President—drunk, unstable, trying to pull at her clothes with shaking hands.

“P-President… I’m in so much pain…”

she whispered breathlessly.

“Please… choose someone else. I can’t do this… please let me go.”

Intoxicated, Vidyut Jindal leaned closer to her collarbone and spoke in a slow, heavy voice—

“Impossible. Right now, I need you. Can’t you see who I am? I’m your President. I’ve been given a high dose of drugs… and I need you.

I can give you loads of money if you want.

But you’re staying here.”

Jiya cried softly.

“Give the money to someone else… not me… I’m not that kind of girl. Please don’t drag me into this… please…”

But no one was listening.

Vidyut grabbed her white shirt in anger and tore it apart. Jiya didn’t even get a chance to scream—his harsh lips crushed against hers, silencing her completely.

The room was small. Suffocating.

Her broken sobs echoed off the walls.

The pain was unbearable.

“Please… it hurts so much… get away from me… why are you doing this to me… please let me go…”

She kept crying, but his face showed no mercy.

Every breath she took carried fear. It felt like even death wouldn’t free her from this nightmare.

---

A few hours later…

Vidyut finally stepped away, breathing heavily.

Jiya lay there, her face soaked with tears.

With a crooked smile, he said,

“I guess I gave you enough satisfaction… but honestly, I’m still not done. Not even close.”

In a shattered voice, Jiya whispered,

“You… you’re horrible.”

That was enough.

Vidyut moved toward her again, his eyes cold and arrogant.

“You should feel lucky, Jiya. Lucky you got to spend a night with me.

Do you even know who I am?

I’m India’s most powerful business tycoon. Girls go crazy just to spend one night with me… and here you are, regretting it?”

He grabbed her waist tightly and leaned close to her face.

“Ungrateful girl.”

Jiya turned her face away, tears flowing again.

“What are you doing… it hurts so much… I can’t take this anymore… please let me go…”

But her cries meant nothing.

His ego and power filled every corner of that tiny room.

---

When Jiya said “you’re horrible,” something dark snapped inside Vidyut.

A cold, cruel hardness crossed his face.

“You have no idea what my worth is, Jiya,” he growled in a low, dangerous voice.

His grip tightened around her waist until she trembled in pain.

Jiya closed her eyes in humiliation and agony.

She knew her tears were useless in front of this man.

She lay there—exhausted, broken, completely empty.

The remaining hours of the night felt like punishment.

That room now felt like a tiny prison…

a place where her soul had been crushed.

Morning Light

The next morning, pale sunlight filtered through the window, casting a dull glow over Jiya’s tear-soaked face.

She lay alone on the bed.

With trembling hands, she pulled the thick curtain sheet tightly around her body—as if it were the last thing left to protect her shattered dignity. Her sobs were stuck in her throat. Every inch of her body ached unbearably. Deep bruises and scratch marks stood as silent witnesses to last night’s cruelty.

She didn’t even have the strength to move.

From the bathroom came the careless sound of running water.

Vidyut.

After a while, the door opened. Vidyut stepped out, wrapped in a towel. His wet hair and heavy presence made the room feel even more suffocating. He moved as if nothing significant had happened the night before—like he had merely finished some ordinary task, not broken a human being.

Without looking at Jiya, he started getting dressed—dark blue trousers, a crisp white shirt, belt.

Then his eyes finally fell on Jiya, curled up on the bed.

She was still crying.

Vidyut walked closer. There was no emotion on his face—no guilt, no shame. Just cold distance.

He gave her a brief glance, as if she were something used and no longer needed.

“I’ll add extra to your salary this month,” he said casually, almost proudly.

“More than you expect. Last night… I actually liked you. Out of so many girls, you turned out better.”

He looked at her as if her worth could be measured in money.

He didn’t hesitate even for a second while saying it.

Then, checking his watch, Vidyut asked—

“What’s today’s schedule?”

Jiya slowly opened her eyes.

They were filled with tears—but she forced herself to stop them immediately. She knew crying had no value in front of this animal of a man. There was no mercy in Vidyut’s eyes, no regret—only the arrogance of power.

She swallowed her pain.

This man was her President…

and now he had claimed control over her life too.

Somehow, Jiya pushed herself up from the bed, clutching the sheet tightly around her body. She was still trembling.

“Sir… today… at 9:00 AM there’s the first board meeting with Synergy Group… then lunch meeting at 12:30… and at 5:00 PM—”

She struggled to steady her shaking lips.

Adjusting his shirt cuff, Vidyut said casually,

“Okay. And listen— you have just fifteen minutes to get ready. I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

He picked up his expensive blazer and walked out of the room without looking back even once.

---

Jiya gathered herself and walked toward the bathroom.

In the mirror, her reflection felt unfamiliar—exhausted, pale, dark circles under her eyes… and a heavy fear settled across her face.

She splashed cold water on herself, trying to look normal.

Today, she had to act as if nothing had happened.

As if she was just a professional assistant…

not last night’s victim.

Within fifteen minutes, Jiya was dressed. She wore a loose high-neck top and long pants—hiding the marks on her body from curious eyes.

---

When Jiya and Vidyut reached the office, he was the same confident man—

the powerful business tycoon who held the world in his fist.

In meetings, he made sharp decisions, planned with a cold mind.

Jiya followed silently behind him, taking notes, fulfilling every requirement on time.

From the outside, everything looked perfectly normal…

But inside her, everything was shattered.

---

She became so absorbed in her professional routine that she began to feel like a machine. As if she no longer existed—just a robot programmed to obey orders.

Big deals were happening across the polished boardroom table, while she sat there—completely broken inside, perfectly calm outside.

All day, Vidyut treated her like his most capable employee—

not the girl he destroyed last night.

There was no shame on his face.

No realization of what he had done.

That hurt Jiya the most.

All day she kept repeating to herself:

This will end… just finish your duty.

---

It was 7 PM.

Jiya finished her work and left the office.

Sitting in the taxi, she stared blankly at the rushing buildings of the city.

Her eyes were swollen, but there were no tears left—

only a deep emptiness.

Soon, the taxi stopped in front of a small, old apartment—her home.

She climbed the stairs slowly and reached her room. As soon as she opened the door, the familiar scent of home brought a faint comfort.

Inside were her mom (Kaveri), dad (Ramesh), younger brother (Aditya), and sister (Priya), watching TV.

“Jiya! You’re home?” her mother said with a smile.

Her father nodded warmly.

Aditya and Priya ran toward her shouting,

“Didi! Didi!”

But just as Priya came forward to hug her—

Jiya suddenly stepped back.

In that moment, all the wounds of last night came rushing back into her memory.

Her breath caught.

It felt as if some filthy shadow was touching her again.

She was no longer the Jiya who went to the office every day with a smile.

In just one night, her entire life had changed.

Her body.

Her mind.

Everything.

Her brother and sister stood in front of her—innocent, happy, completely safe.

And a sharp ache rose in Jiya’s heart.

That innocence had been stolen from her.

“What happened, Jiya? You look so tired,” her father asked worriedly.

Jiya forced a weak smile.

“Nothing, Papa… it was just a long day at work.”

She couldn’t lie while looking into her mother’s eyes. Kaveri noticed something strange in her daughter’s face, a quiet sadness—but she said nothing.

Jiya quickly walked into her room and closed the door.

The moment she slid down against it, muffled sobs escaped her throat.

Her entire body trembled.

She knew it.

She would never be her old self again.

Her boss—Vidyut Jindal—had taken everything from her in one night.

And now she had to face him every single day… pretending nothing ever happened.

Tomorrow’s sun would bring another fear, another obligation, and another long stretch of pain.

---

Sitting on the floor with her back against the door, Jiya felt cut off from the world.

The faint sound of the TV and her family’s voices reached her ears, distant… like they belonged to another universe.

She was alone.

And her loneliness was so deep that she didn’t even have the strength to cry.

Her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling.

There was a small black stain there.

She kept looking at it.

In that stain, she could see all of last night’s cruelty.

All the force.

All the helplessness.

“Ungrateful girl…”

Vidyut’s heavy voice echoed again and again in her ears.

She tried to stand, but her body refused.

Every muscle screamed in pain.

The carpet burned against her cheek.

Somehow, she rose to her knees and switched off the room light with trembling fingers. Now only the faint glow of the streetlight entered the room.

Dragging herself, she reached the bed.

The moment her body collapsed onto the mattress, whatever strength she had left shattered.

She bit her lips so no one outside could hear her sobs.

There was a strange smell on her body.

Shame. Fear. Hatred.

When she started removing her clothes, her eyes filled again.

The high-neck top and pants that had hidden everything all day…

now revealed the marks clearly, even in the darkness.

On her waist.

On her arms.

Near her neck.

Marks left by Vidyut’s nails and teeth.

As if she were not human—

just prey.

She went silently into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

She stood under the rushing water for a long time.

Scrubbing.

Washing.

Trying to erase everything.

But the pain didn’t fade.

And neither did the horror inside her.

Only one question kept spinning in Jiya’s mind—

What now?

---

Tomorrow, she had to go back to the office.

Stand in front of the same man who had broken her from inside—

and act like nothing had happened.

She remembered her salary.

The money that kept this house running.

Her younger brother’s college fees due next month.

Her parents, who trusted her job completely.

She couldn’t go back to her old life.

But she had to survive.

If not for herself—then for her family.

Lying on the bed, her hands trembled.

She picked up her phone and typed a message:

I won’t be able to come to the office tomorrow.

But before sending it, she deleted it.

She knew—

Vidyut Jindal’s anger would be far more dangerous.

Staring at the ceiling in the dark, she made herself a promise.

She would not break.

She would become a robot—

just like she had been all day.

---

Next morning, exactly at 8:30 AM,

Jiya stood once again inside Vidyut Jindal’s luxurious office—

as his personal assistant.

She had locked everything inside herself.

No fear on her face.

No pain.

Only a strange emptiness in her eyes—perfectly professional.

Vidyut sat in his large leather chair, talking on the phone with a faint smile—

as if the world belonged to him.

When his eyes landed on Jiya, his smile faded slightly.

But there was no shame.

No regret.

Only cold ownership.

“End the call,”

he said sharply to the man on the other side, without taking his eyes off Jiya.

The call disconnected.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

---

“You look… a little tired,” Vidyut said.

There was no concern in his voice. No sympathy. Just a casual observation—like he was talking about the weather.

Jiya replied immediately. Her voice was steady.

“Yes, sir. I had some work at home last night, so I couldn’t sleep properly.”

One of Vidyut’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

He knew she was avoiding the truth—but there was no complaint in her tone.

He liked that.

“Hm. Good,” he said coldly.

“Don’t mix your personal life with your work. Especially when I’m paying you extra.”

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