Tainted Love by Maniah (i love reading TXT) 📖

I gulped anxiously, thinking about money "Sangeeta you said that Mr Sehgal will give me money...but."

"Stop being naive Vani. He will give you money when you ask for it but for that, you have to do everything he says. You know he might have some special preferences like positions and all. Do whatever he says and then ask for money. He will give it to you."       

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After two hours of driving, Leena took me to a building, I looked at it thunderstruck, "Mr Sehgal owns the penthouse here, you will be staying with him. Mrs Lucy, the housekeeper will give you the tour of the house," she was speaking while we entered the elevator, "this is the private elevator for Mr Sehgal. You will be using this one only." 

I nodded and when we reached the penthouse she rang the doorbell. A middle-aged woman opened the door, she was wearing a pantsuit, her hair tied in a tight bun.

"Mrs Lucy, she is Miss Vanya, she will be staying here with Mr Sehgal," Mrs Lucy smiled and nodded, Leena turned to me "Miss Vanya, if you have any questions about anything here feel free to contact Mrs Lucy about it. Your clothes and other items have been delivered already. Goodbye," Saying that she left.

Mrs Lucy showed me my room which was near Mr Sehgal's. I have never seen anything so beautiful. It was disastrously beautiful. I was sitting on the bed all kind of thoughts invading my mind, at that moment I felt my phone vibrating.

It was mother, I picked the call "mother."

"Vani, oh god, Vani have you arranged the money dear. Your uncle is standing outside with his men. Your father is sleeping after heavy medication and mihi is scared Vani. Tell me, daughter, when will you send the money?" She asked.

I closed my eyes "mother, I have talked to my boss. I will send money tonight, tell Uncle that he will get his money tomorrow morning." 

"Oh, Vani...my daughter am so proud of you. Thank you, daughter…" she whispered crying "don't cry, mother. I am doing all this so that you don't have to cry anymore," saying that I ended the call and waited for Mrityunjay Sehgal to come.

It was at eight in the evening, Mrs Lucy has asked me for dinner many times but I declined. I wouldn't be able to stomach food. I was waiting for Mr Sehgal so that I could ask for money. I laughed at the Irony of the situation, I thought he saved me but from a misshapen but how wrong I was. He was one of that wolf who hides their cruel face behind sheep's mask.

Yes, I am selling my body but not my soul. Never my soul.

I was standing in the hall watching the beautiful painting of a palace in some desert, the glorious architecture when a deep husky voice broke the daze I was lost in.

"This palace has been in my family for more than four hundred years now…"  I turned and saw him standing there.

Mrityunjay Sehgal. The man with whom I fell madly in love.