2. Flashback!

Rashbi's POV¡

Three months ago...

I can't forget that night...

Flashback... ↓

I was in Italy for a medical seminar. I came here to attend two seminars, one in Milan and the other in Turin. Both seminars were very good. I got to know a few new things, and I honestly like seminars.

Today was my last day in Italy, and I was sitting in a club with a few of my colleagues. I said no, but they didn't hear me and insisted, so I couldn't refuse.

Right now, I was sitting at the bar counter and drinking a non-alcoholic cocktail, as I prefer not to drink alcoholic drinks.

The others were already tipsy and dancing like mad. I enjoyed their show when an unknown guy walked towards me.

"Signorina, cosa ci fa qui tutta sola?" That guy said something in Italian, which I definitely didn't understand.

"Sorry, can you speak in English?" I asked politely.

"Yeah, sure. I asked, what are you doing here all alone?" He said, but that Italian accent didn't go. But I could understand what he was saying now.

"Actually, I'm not alone... my friends are dancing there." I pointed at a group dancing on the dance floor.

That guy looked at the group, then back at me. "Why don't you join them?" He said with a smirk, which I really didn't like.

"No, I'm fine. I don't want to dance," I said and turned my face away.

That guy came in front of my sight again and gave me that smirk, which turned creepy now. He grabbed my wrist.

I tried to free my wrist, but his grip was tight. My eyes went teary as the grip was leaving bruises. "Leave my wrist," I said and wiped my tear with my other hand.

God, how much I hate those tears that come out without any invitation.

When I couldn't get my hand free, I threw my cocktail in his face, which made him lose his grip and pull away. I walked towards my colleagues, but they weren't in their senses.

I saw the guy coming towards me, so I rushed towards the exit when I bumped into someone.

I balanced myself before I could fall. I looked at the guy I bumped into. "Can you please help me...? That guy is trying to harass me," I said, pointing at the guy who was chasing me.

"Don't worry, ma'am, I'll handle this guy." Saying that, he went to the guy who was chasing me and said something. Then that creepy guy walked away.

I sighed in relief. "Thank you so much," I said as he came back.

He smiled and said, "Mention not. Anyway, I'm Lian." He extended his hand.

I took his hand in mine and shook hands with him. "Nice to meet you, Lian. And thank you so much once again," I said, and he just nodded.

"Let's come have some drinks?" He asked, and I nodded.

"By the way, I don't drink alcohol," I said, and he nodded.

"Same here," he said, and I was a bit surprised.

We both settled down at the bar counter, and he ordered two cocktails with no alcohol.

"So, what's your name, miss?" He asked me, and I smiled.

"My name is Rashbi," I said, and he nodded. He seemed good.

The bartender gave us two non-alcoholic cocktails, and I took one.

I took a few sips. It was good.

"So, where do you live?" Lian asked me, and I looked at him.

But suddenly, my head spun, and I started to see him double.

"I..." My vision was turning blurry, but I managed to keep my head straight.

"Wh-at was in th-is drin-k?" I asked him.

And he smirked... Oh God, he... It didn't take me long to understand that he was no good as well.

Then that guy from before came again, and I saw Lian and that guy do a high-five.

"You both... tricked me...?" I said and stood up, but the drüg was too heavy in me.

I cursed myself for being too irresponsible. Lian tried to grab my wrist, but I threw my glass at him, which broke into pieces, and blood oozed out from the corner of his forehead.

It was the perfect time for me to run away.

I ran towards the lift because going out in this state would cause more trouble. Who knows what kind of people would be in the street?

So I chose to stay in the club.

I pressed a button. I don't know which one; I don't remember that.

I was feeling hot... My body was reacting to that drüg. The lift door opened, and I came out.

I didn't know if those two guys followed me or not. All I cared about was my safety. I walked towards a room whose door was already open. I don't know what I was doing or why I was going to a room that already belonged to someone else.

But at that time, I was not in my senses.

I walked inside the room, and it was dark—not fully, but enough that I couldn't see anything with my blurry eyes.

I looked around the room as I walked further inside. I saw a figure sitting on the couch, legs crossed.

Because of my blurry vision, I couldn't say who he was, but I could tell he was shirtless.

He stood up and walked towards me. He stood right in front of me, then with the tip of his index finger, he tilted my head.

As he was close, I could smell his cologne. It mixed with my nostrils. The smell was strong and intimidating.

I could see his collarbone. He had two snake tattoos on both of his collarbones.

I look at him my vision become blur. He rub his thumb against my lower lips, and the next moment he takes my lower lip in his mouth and start sucking it.

I tried to pull away but he hold me by my waist and pull me flush against his chest. He bite my lips then smooth it with his tongue.

"Mmph!" I try to protest but he swallowed each of my protest.

He entered his tongue inside my lips and explored my mouth like this is the last day of this world.

After a five minutes he pull away leaving me completely breathless, my lips swollen because of his assault on it.

I looked at him, and the next moment, I slapped him so hard that the sound of it rang throughout the whole room. I'm sure his cheek must have been burning, and my fingerprint must have left its print on his cheek.

I was not in my senses, sure, but I could fight until I completely lost my sense of understanding.

Right now, he was looking at me with anger, which turned into a smirk. Like he wasn't mad anymore, but something else which I couldn't name.

"Stay away from me!" I said in a stern voice. I never knew I could speak so sternly.

He smirked and said, "You want to do roleplay? You have too much attitude for a slut." Those were the last words I heard before fainting.

The next day, when I opened my eyes, I was in a bed with no clothes on my body, just the duvet covering me.

I didn't remember anything that happened, just the last few words. He... he thought I was a slut? God, he... took advantage of me. He ruined me...

I sat up and looked under the duvet. I quickly looked away. Tears ran down my face without my acknowledgement.

I clutched my hair in my fist and cried, "What did I do...? I... I had a one-night stand? With whom? A stranger whose face I didn't even know?" I cried out.

For a while, I sat there and cried. After a few minutes, I stood up, only to feel soreness in my back and body.

I managed to walk into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My body was covered with marks, bruises on my wrists, and my swollen lips. These confirmed that things had been rough.

I turned on the shower and stood there for a while. I cried again. I rubbed my body, trying to get rid of those horrible marks he had left on me.

After the shower, I came out in a bathrobe. Then I saw my dress lying on the floor. I picked it up and put it on. I sat on the couch, waiting for that man who had ruined me.

I waited for several hours, but he didn't come. I cried again.

"I know, I don't know who he is... but he thought I was a slut. I have to clear that... How can he think that...? But he is not coming..." I was crying when I heard a phone ringtone.

It was my phone. I looked around the room, and there my purse lay at the entrance of the room. I walked towards the door and picked up my purse.

I pulled out my phone and saw the screen. It was my mom. I cleared my voice and picked up.

"Hello... Mom," I said, trying hard not to cry.

"Rashu... are you crying, baccha?" [Child] She asked me, but I didn't say anything. How does she always know when I'm crying?

"No... no, Mom, I'm not crying. Actually, I just woke up, that's why my voice is a bit heavy." I made an excuse. I knew she knew that I was just making excuses.

"I know you are lying. But I won't push you. You can tell me when you are ready to share it with your mom," she said gently.

"Hm." I just hummed.

"So, when are you coming?" She asked me.

"After two weeks," I lied because I couldn't go in front of them in this state.

"Why's that?" She asked, as I don't stay away from home for too long.

"You've already stayed one whole week. Now, two more weeks? Why?" She threw her questions at me.

"Mom... actually, I want some me time... Can I have that?" I said, and my mother hummed.

I hung up the call and went to my Instagram and made a group call. The call was received in one ring.

"Hey, Rashu, when are you coming?" Amaan asked from the other side.

Then Anshika replied, "She's not going to India. Rashu, you will come to Russia, right? I'm already bored here." And it was the first time I agreed with Anshika's idea.

"Yeah, in your dream. You chose to study in Russia, now handle that boredom," Amaan said.

"Anshi is right... I'm going to Russia. And Amaan, you come to Russia as well. I want to tell you both something important." My voice was teary.

"Don't worry. I'm coming, and I'm not going to ask anything now. We will talk this out when we are together," Amaan said, and Anshika nodded.

Flashback ends

I open my eyes...

God, I don't want to remember those things again. At that time, Amaan and Anshika didn't judge me. They listened and supported me. I came back to India only when my marks were gone.

I heard a knock on the door. "Yeah, come in," I said and sat straight.

A nurse walked inside. "Dr. Chauhan, there is an emergency," she said with a terrified face.

I stood up and walked behind her. "Let's go."

I never knew that this emergency would change everything in my life.

So my sweeties...bye bye. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.