Without being at fault, she suffered.
She suffered through an incident because of someone else's mistake.
For the sake of his daughter, he made her his assistant.
He never expected her to become more than that.
From being a stranger to him, to becom...
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"Shivi," I call her name with softness. To gain her attention and move more inside the table. But she refused my touch and dug her head inside. Even though there is no more space.
"Shivi?" I called her name again and put my hand on her arm. Soft as much as I can but she is just shivering and sobbing.
I put my hand on her shoulder and made her turn towards me, but she didn't. So I sat on my knees and took a deep breath. I wrap my hand around her shoulder. Even though touching her was inappropriate. But I am sorry for that. Touching her without her permission.
I grab her wrist and pull her out of that table. Her face is covereraiseears and turns into red. She is scared, shivering and sobbing.
An image of her in the middle of the street at midnight comes in front of my eyes. She was covered in blood and sweat. Trying to say something. But the difference is she is now scared. Just scared.
"Look at me" I whispered, and she opened her eyes and made deep eye contact until I felt that I was lost in her eyes. She has beautiful eyes. Even without anything, she has no mascara, no kajal. Just the normal eyes.
Maybe I found her eyes beautiful because I never look at anyone's eyes this deep and never get lost in them. But still, she is beautiful.
"La-laksh" She whispered and broke into tears. Hiding, her heaving my chest. As I felt her tears come in contact with my shirt. And making it soak with her warm fresh tears.
"Yo- you-"she hiccupped and held my shirt in her fist. Even her hands are shivering. I sat while folding my legs on the cold floor and resting my chin on her head.
"You- le-left me". She says and raises her head. I lower my head and caress her back with my palm." look, I am here," I say, and she shakes her head, and for a moment, she stops crying.
"I am scared of being alone. I am scared even in a room full of lights What if someone touches me?" She asks, and I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. Try to erase the face of her covered in blood.
"I am more scared" I am scared that someone will touch you inappropriately again. And use you like a fucking toy. I am scared that someone will raise his hand on you just because you are a woman. I am more scared than you Shivi. I slid my hand from her back to her waist. And try to comfort her with my warm touch. But somewhere, I know that she doesn't like anyone's touches.
"I want to go home. No one is here, not a single fly-" A hiccup cut her, and she put her hand on my shoulder. Making a safe distance. But my hand is not leaving her waist.
"We will go home when you stop crying. Look at your face. Your makeup gets wasted," I say, standing on my feet and extending my hand towards her.
"I am not wearing makeup. Only sunscreen" She says and takes my hand, stands on her feet, and wipes her tears.
