Love Made Me A Bed Time Toy

IT'S THE STORY OF A GIRL WHO CALLED ME JUST A DAY BEFORE HER MARRIAGE AND SHARED A PAINFUL INCIDENT OF HER LIFE. SHE CUT THE CALL AND LOST IN THE AIR. 

It was an unfortunate day when I met him for the first time. A young muscular guy of our college. His pumped arms were perfectly fit with his 6 foot structure. And that slept me out of my feet.

Winter party was going on to celebrate Christmas. The loud sound of Dj was shaking the surroundings. Every beat of music was being felt on my heart. I was dancing hard with my friends when my head started spinning and I was about to fall while he hold me back stopping me from falling down. That was the moment when our eyes met for the first time. Time stopped for me, my slim soft body was resting on hard hands. He took me on his arm and moved out of the crowd and made me sit on a bench.

He asked,” Hey, are you OK”?

His intense voice flowed through my ear to my heard. In a second I fall in love with him.

He again repeat his wards putting his my shoulder. I got to sense and said,” Yeah, I am fine”. And then he vanished in the crowd leaving me with a lot of questions.

That night after reaching my hostel I was unable to sleep, his handsome face was floating before my eyes. And when slept dreamed about him coming on a black horse taking me wit him. In my heart I tattooed his name as the prince of my life. The next few days I searched him everywhere in the campus but no gain. He was gone like the smoke dissolves in air. There was no sign of him and my last night of the year went in depression.

I went to college on New Year with a dull face as for me I had lost him for ever. But god had different plans for me. I just put my leg out of the bus when he crossed before me on his bike. A little smile came on my lips. I decided to talk to him that day but every time I saw him he was surrounded with his friends.

In the evening the bus were just about to leave and I was going towards the bus when I saw him sitting on his bike in the parking area burning a smoke. Asking my friends to go I went to him. Saw me coming he threw the cigarette and smashed it with his shoes.

I initiate the talk saying,” Hey, I forgot to say thanks for that night”.

He smiled and replied,” its ok, by the way how are you feeling know”?

For a moment i thought of saying the condition of my heart but just smiled thinking what would be his reaction, he may take me as a cheap girl trying to impress him.

I lost the count of time talking to him. And when he said did i go by bus as the bus had already crossed the gate. My face had a mixed feeling of tens and blush. I turned to run to catch the bus but he hold my hand from the back and said he would drop me.

Inside me was dancing but I said,” I don’t even know your name”.

He put his hand forward and told me his name.

I shook his and told my name. Then sat on the back seat of his bullet. He was not driving fast and we talked all the way till my hostel. He said good bye went on his way.

In my room I threw my bag and led on the bed looking to the fan remembering the way he talk, his perfectly build hands and his spiked hair.

After having my dinner I opened laptop to check my Facebook and when I logged in a new friend request popped out. It was him with a guitar on the profile picture. I pressured the confirm button without wasting a single second.

Next I received a message “HI”

I replied back “hey, how r u”

And our conversation went on till I slept keeping my Facebook open. In the morning when I woke up a beautiful shayri from him was waiting for me. I send a smiley and went to bathroom. From than we kept talking on Facebook and one day he asked me for my number. I gave her without hesitation as I also wanted to listen to his voice.

We talked for hours in the night. Every morning he sent me beautiful messages. And every passage of day we were coming closer. We went for movies, shopping, dinner even some time he dropped me back from collage.

As the valentine week arrived I was becoming more nervous thinking he would propose me or not. Adding oil to my fear he didn’t wished me on a single day of the week. It was 14^th February morning when he came to my hostel and called me saying he was waiting for me and asked me to come down.  I ran down and saw him holding a big gift hamper in his hand. When I reached near him her hold me that and knelled down and said,”

I LOVE YOU WILL YOU BECOME MY VALENTINE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE”.

 A drop of tear came out of my eyes as I smiled and hug him. He kissed on my forehead and said he will meet me in a few hour at collage. I return back with a cheerful face my friends who saw that were looking jealous and burning inside. I got ready for collage wearing a pair of denim jeans and a white top with my new snickers purchased just before some days.

During our lunch break he called me outside and asked me to seat on her bullet. When I asked him where we were going he replied that he had planned a surprise for me. He took me to his apartment decorated with lights and pictures. He put his hand over my eyes and guided me inside. When my eyes opened I was standing in front of a wall with a picture of mine. I turned and hugged him tightly.

He raised my face and kissed on my lips and I responded him passionately but when her hand stated moving inside my top I pushed him back and stood with near the wall. He came near me holding my hand said vary emotionally,” don’t you trust me”.

I replied,” yes but it should be wrong for now”.

He left my hand and said,” hmm, I just wanted to make this day special for both of us but if you don’t want its ok”. And went towards the balcony.

His emotional talk made me fool. I ran to him hugging from behind turned him towards me and put her hand inside my top saying,” anything you want baby”. He started kissing me again while hand were massaging my breast. Eventual he removed my top and I was standing before him only with my bra. I was feeling shy but looking at his I was forgetting everything like spelled by a witch. He pulled down my bra and started licking my bosoms and then carry me in his arm to his bed room. Laying me on his bed he removed his shirt reveling his wide chest. He climbed over me and started kissing all over my body and removed my jeans. For the first time I was lying naked inform of a man. I was feeling like a slut but convincing myself telling in love everyone have to do it. He spread my legs and pulled me near him. My heart had started beating faster, breathing become high. Lied over me and I felt a hot iron rod entering inside me. Tears came out of my eyes. I started crying asking him to stop but he didn’t listen instead he stated liking my mouth to make me stop shouting. After few minutes of pain I started feeling better and enjoyed a little but he was not going to stop in one chance. He asked me stop for the night and fucked me like a bitch the whole night.

The next I was having pain in my lower belly, my head was spinning, temperature of my body raised like fever and I was unable to walk. But he got ready and asked me to dress up so he could drop me early in my hostel as his parents were coming. Reaching hostel somehow I walked to my room and took painkiller. The pain was not allowing me to sleep so I went to bathroom and sat under the shower. The hot water gave me some relief but I got tense when I saw my privet part is swelled and lower belly was still paining. My roommate asked where I was last night and I narrate the whole story. She asked did we used protection or not and when I said no she sat holding her head. I said he is going to marry me so no problem if he didn’t used protection. She gave me an anti-pregnancy pill and asked to swallow that.

Our relationship continued like usual we made out several time in different places from car to park, theater to terrace. Our chats and talks were slowly turning into only physical. He started asking my nudes, clips of masturbating and other cheap things. I was unable to say him anything because I was deeply in love with me. His every ward felt correct to me. But everything changed when he asked me to come to his place one Friday evening. When I reached there some of his friends were sitting on the hall playing cards with alcohol bottles around them and the room was full of smoke of cigarette and weed. I enter to his bed room where she was watching my nude video on his TV. I asked him why he called me at that time when his friends were around. He was fully drunk, his eyes were looking red. He pulled me over the bed and started removing my cloth I tried to resist me but he overpowered me. I lied on the bed like a dead body when he raped me in cold blood. When he finished one of his finished he called one of his friend inside. I was not believing my ears that the guy who loved me so much now offering me to his friends. One by one all his 6 friends raped me for next two days. I was tied to the bed didn’t even gave me a drop of water. If I asked for water sometime they pour beer on my mouth and sometime pee on my face. On Monday morning when they become bored of my flesh untie me and asked to leave and not to talk anyone about that as they have all video of mine and would upload on internet if I opened my mouth.

I wore the cloth that I found and returned to my hostel. At the time there were no one to saw my condition so I locked my room from inside and started crying. All his memory has turn dark his face filled disgust to me. I felt like tearing apart my skin. It felt like they were still inside me. The hot shower didn’t cleaned my body but not the soul. The horror of the nights were still in my mind. After the shower I opened my friend’s bag and ate all the anti-pregnancy tablets. After few minutes I had started vomiting and fell on the ground. When my eyes opened I was in the hospital with bunch of tubes connected to my body.

After getting into conscious my friend came and asked why he took that much of medicine but I didn’t told her anything. When I discharged from hospital I was changed. The talkative girl was dead I was left with a burnt sole. For next one moth I didn’t went to college didn’t talk to anyone. Sitting on my bed kept looking out of my window. My health started degrading every time I was feeling weak not having energy to do something. Sometimes I thought he would call me and say sorry but he never called me back and I didn’t dare to call him after seeing his true face.

One day I was seating alone when my roommate came running to me with a newspaper. She gave me that and taking beep breaths asked me to read it. When I looked into the paper my eyes shined. The headline was “7 YOUTH DIED AS A TRUCK RAN OVER THEM” with picture of all. The faces of the dogs who raped me like a slut whose face I could never forget were no more. God had took my revenge. For the first time in two moths my lips spread to smile and then started laughing like a mad holding the paper dancing on my bed saying “YOU FUCKED ME NOW LIFE FUCKED YOU ALL”. 

My friend looked at me in a strange way thinking I am getting crazy as my boyfriend died but I was the only one who knew what really happened to me.