Tainted Desires
INTRODUCTION
23 years old. An Arts graduate. Her world revolves around blank canvases, and chaotic palettes, where colors speak louder than words. Radiant like the first light of dawn.
Chahat is a free spirit born into a conservative household bound by tradition, curfew, expectations, and the constant reminder to “stay within limits.” She's the kind of woman who smiles through silence, with every brushstroke, she escapes creating a world that is entirely her own.
Her biggest dream? To open her own art gallery–a space where her soul can breathe and her art can speak.
She feels deeply every heartbreak, every injustice around her. That’s what makes her art so raw, so alive.
30 years old, Is a man carved from silence, discipline, and unshakable purpose. A sharp-minded businessman and Politician.
Has built an empire on fear, manipulation, and absolute control. He’s sharp, commanding, and dangerously charming. A man who craves power as much as love, but cannot truly separate the two.
He doesn’t take “no” for an answer whether in business, rivalry, or love. Despite his violent ways, he exudes magnetic confidence. People are drawn to him out of fear or fascination.
Rarely acts out of impulse; his every move is strategic. But when crossed emotionally, his rage is volcanic.
Behind his arrogance lies a hollow heart, a man who conquered everything but peace.
Until Her.
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CHAPTER-1
They’ve always said, “Ek aurat paraya dhan hoti hai. Uska apna ghar nahi hota. Shaadi ke pehle maa-baap ka, aur shaadi ke baad pati ka.”
I grew up hearing those words soft, casual, like they were part of everyday wisdom.
But I never understood how a person could belong to everyone and still belong to no one.
All my life, I’ve lived inside walls built for me by others.
At home, I was the daughter who obeyed, who didn’t question curfews, who smiled when told “this is for your own good.”
Chahat Verma (FL)
It's suffocating...
The kind of heaviness that doesn’t choke you all at once, but slowly, deliberately, like a snake curling tighter each day.
Chahat Verma (FL)
(Stare at her own reflection in the mirror)
I stared at my reflection longer than I should have. The girl in the mirror looked… hollow. Tired eyes. Forced calm.
A ghost wearing my skin.
It was just another day of being reminded that I was never enough. That my existence was a mistake my parents never forgave themselves for.
Chahat Verma (FL)
**They wanted a boy.**
Chahat Verma (FL)
**But they got me**
Chahat Verma (FL)
(clutched her dupatta tightly, pressing it against her chest)
I never asked for much never demanded, and never wanted to look greedy.
I learned early that quiet daughters survive longer.
But sometimes—just sometimes—
I wish my mother would speak to me the way she speaks to Rudraksh.
My younger brother.
The sun in their sky. The reason my mother finally smiles.
After, the disappointment, they tried again. It took them years. Years of whispered prayers and hushed arguments.
Then, on my seventh birthday, my mother found out she was pregnant. And when the test said boy, the house erupted in celebration.
Like God had finally forgiven them for having me.
It hurts.
Watching him soak in all the love I once begged for, The way my mother’s eyes soften when she looks at him, the pride in my father’s voice when he says his name.
All of it unfolds right in front of me at the same table, under the same roof.
And I sit there, pretending the food doesn’t taste like ash in my mouth.
I envy him.
How he’s always surrounded by care, by warmth, by hands that reach out before he even falls.
While I sit across from them, invisible. Even when I’m burning with fever, even when my body aches for someone to just notice.
No one looks twice. No one ever does.
It’s strange, isn’t it?
How you can live in a house full of people and still feel like a ghost haunting your own life.
Chahat Verma (FL)
(Took a deep breath)
Taking a deep breath, I tried to swallow the heaviness pressing against my ribs. It sat there thick, unmovable, familiar.
Chahat Verma (FL)
(grabbed her bag, slipped into her jhooti)
Chahat Verma (FL)
(walked out of her room)
I walked out before anyone could stop me. The house was too loud in all the wrong ways. Too full of people who never really saw me.
Mahesh Verma (FL Father)
Kaha ja rahi ho!? (Stern voice)
{Where are you going?}
Chahat Verma (FL)
(Freeze at mid-steps) (turned towards the source)
Dad sat on the sofa, half-hidden behind the rustle of a newspaper—his everyday ritual, as constant as the ticking clock on the wall.
Chahat Verma (FL)
(swallowed hard) (fingers tighten around the edge of her dupatta)
It had become a nervous habit over the years. Honestly, I’d rather face a wild animal than his scrutiny.
Chahat Verma (FL)
Co...college (whispered slowly)
Mahesh Verma (FL Father)
(looked up) (eyes sharply locked on to hers, pinning her in place)
Mahesh Verma (FL Father)
Tumhara college to Aaj band hona chahiye tha? (cold)
{Your college should be closed today?}
Chahat Verma (FL)
(nodded quickly, finding her voice again)
Chahat Verma (FL)
Woh… hamare history ke professor bahut strict hain. Unhone apni class cancel nahi ki.
{Um… our history professor is really strict. He didn’t cancel his class}
He studied me in silence, as if weighing my words, searching for a lie. Before he could say anything else, I blurted out...
Chahat Verma (FL)
I have the message if you want to see! He sent it, in the group.
Mahesh Verma (FL Father)
(Staring at her) (expression unreadable)
Mahesh Verma (FL Father)
(Then gave a curt nod)
Mahesh Verma (FL Father)
Come straight home after class. Don’t wander anywhere with anyone.
Chahat Verma (FL)
(eyes widened slightly) (felt a full ache in her chest)
His words hit harder than I expected. A dull ache formed in my chest, Did he really trust me so little?
Chahat Verma (FL)
**what kind of daughter do you think I'm...**
Chahat Verma (FL)
(quickly made her way out of the house) (eyes burning with unshed tears)
The morning felt heavier than usual.
Chahat Verma (FL)
(drew in steadier breaths before making her way towards the bus stop)
The bus ride passed in a blur of honking cars and half-heard conversations. By the time I reached the college gates, the place felt… different. Louder. Brighter.
Banners hung from the entrance, their colors spilling into the crowd like confetti. Students buzzed around, their laughter mixing with the thrum of drums and distant chants. Boys in crisp kurtas shouted slogans, their voices rising and falling like the tide.
It was chaos—beautiful, reckless, aimless chaos.
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
Chahat!!
Chahat Verma (FL)
(Turned towards the sound) (scanning the moving crowd)
I turned, scanning the moving crowd until I spotted her weaving her way toward me, her smile wide and familiar.
The only good thing in my life.
My one and only friend...Akriti Sharma.
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
Finally! You are here! (pulled her in a warm hug)
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
I’ve been waiting forever!
Chahat Verma (FL)
(hugged her back) (heart racing with uneasiness)
Chahat Verma (FL)
Tere kehne pe papa se jhooth toh bol diya! (muttered hastily)
{I lied to my dad like you said!}
Chahat Verma (FL)
Par agar pakdi gayi na toh meri padhai band karwa denge!
{but if I get caught, he’ll stop me from studying}
I knew it wasn’t right, lying to him like that. There was no history class today. It was all part of Akriti’s plan.
When she’d learned that I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere except college, she’d come up with this whole fake-class idea just so I could attend today’s event.
And despite the guilt gnawing at me, a small part of me was glad she did.
I felt awful about it, but a few hours wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? It’s not like I was doing anything wrong.
I just wanted to breathe for once… to enjoy a little piece of life that actually felt like mine.
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CHAPTER-2
Friendship had always been a luxury I couldn’t afford. No late-night plans. No secrets whispered over cups of chai.
Just rules, boundaries, and curfew wrapped neatly in the name of love.
Even back in school, I was the quiet one. The girl people noticed only when they needed silence.
Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m the one who builds walls before anyone gets close enough to see through them. Sometimes, I think I’ve turned invisible just like my parents taught me to be.
A shadow in my own story.
A face in the crowd that no one remembers once the noise fades.
But then came Akriti—loud, fearless, and unapologetically kind. She walked into my life like sunlight after a long winter, and somehow, she stayed.
With her around, I wasn’t completely alone anymore. She was the shield I never asked for but always needed.
Chahat Verma (FL)
(walking beside her Exploring different stalls)
We made our way through the crowd, the air heavy with heat, laughter, and noise. A stage had been set up across the college field, bright banners snapping in the wind.
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
(exploring handicraft stalls)
Chahat Verma (FL)
(standing beside her) (eyes wandered towards the massive poster kept near the stage)
My eyes wandered to one of the massive posters near the stage, bold letters, a new face.
A candidate for Chief Minister.
Chahat Verma (FL)
(About to see the poster—)
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
Chahat let's go to that stall! (pulled her away)
Before I could even register it, Akriti grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the line of stalls stretched along the edge of the field. Colors, voices, and motion collided everywhere...an almost dizzying kind of energy.
We stopped at a small vintage jewelry stall tucked away near the corner. The glass counter was smudged, a thin layer of dust softening the shine beneath.
Rows of bangles lay inside reds and golds stacked like forgotten dreams waiting for someone to remember them.
Chahat Verma (FL)
(reached out brushing hands through them)
I reached out, brushing a finger over one of them—when a hand suddenly clamped around my wrist.
Harsh Beniwal (Bully)
(hold her wrist from behind)
Chahat Verma (FL)
(flinched) (quickly stepped away pulling her hand)
Chahat Verma (FL)
(looked at Harsh) (Eyes widened with fear)
Harsh. My senior. My worst nightmare.
The one who’d made my college life a living hell.
Harsh Beniwal (Bully)
Kaisi ho, Chahat? Bade dino baad mulaqat ho rahi hai? (eyeing her from up to down)
{How are you Chahat?We are meeting after such a long time}
He's been bothering me since my first year. The kind of man who thought a smirk could pass for confidence.
He’d even gone as far as warning the entire college to stay away from me his twisted way of showing interest.
Maybe that’s why people kept their distance. Maybe that’s why I learned to stay invisible, I’ve never been comfortable around men not even my own cousins.
So having Harsh stand this close, his presence pressing against the air between us, set every alarm inside me blaring.
Chahat Verma (FL)
(Stepping back slowly)
Harsh Beniwal (Bully)
Nah! wrong move! (stepping closer)
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
Usse door hato, Harsh! (said sharply, quickly stepping in between them)
{Stay away from her, Harsh!}
Akriti’s sharp voice sliced through the noise before I could even breathe. She pushed her way through the crowd and came to stand in front of me, her stance firm, eyes blazing.
Chahat Verma (FL)
(Pressed lips) (clenching her bag tightly)
Like I said—she was a blessing. My shield when I couldn’t be my own.
I know I should’ve said something, I should’ve stood up for myself but I didn’t, Because the truth is, I never learned how to fight back
Maybe it’s the way I was raised taught to stay quiet, to never argue, to never raise my voice, Silence was safety.
Chahat Verma (FL)
**Obedience was survival**
Harsh Beniwal (Bully)
Here comes the Saviour (sneered)(Voice laced with sarcasm)
Chahat Verma (FL)
(frowned) (clutching her bag)
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
Just go away, Harsh! We’re here to enjoy the event—don’t ruin our mood! (sharply) (fist clenched)
Chahat Verma (FL)
(could feel his gaze on her) (disgusted)
Chahat Verma (FL)
**God! Please take him away!**
Harsh Beniwal (Bully)
I’m ruining the mood!? (shot back) (offended)
Harsh Beniwal (Bully)
Excuse me! You’re the one who barged in between our sweet moments, isn’t that right, sweet pea? (glance at Chahat with smug)
Chahat Verma (FL)
**He spoke like I was part of his filthy little game, like I’d chosen to stand there with him**
Chahat Verma (FL)
(turned her gaze away) (bite her lips due to uneasy and fear)
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
Go away harsh! (snapped)
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
Or I swear, I’ll complain to the dean. (sharply without hesitation)
Her voice didn’t shake, not even a little.
Chahat Verma (FL)
**Mine would have**
Harsh Beniwal (Bully)
Tch! (let out an exaggerated sigh)
Harsh Beniwal (Bully)
(face twisting with irritation)
Harsh Beniwal (Bully)
(step back, hand raising in a mocking surrender)
Harsh Beniwal (Bully)
See you around, sweet pea! (wink)
Chahat Verma (FL)
(skin crawl with disgust) (pulling her dupatta closer)
The nickname might’ve sounded playful to others, maybe even harmless but to me, it dripped like poison.
Every time he said it, it felt like being branded with something I never asked for.
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
(sigh) (watching harsh going away)
Chahat Verma (FL)
Thank you...(mumbled softly)
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
(shook head) it's ok! let's go!
We wandered through a few more stalls, pretending the last few minutes hadn’t happened. The air was thick with laughter and chatter, the world moving on even when my heart hadn’t quite caught up.
Just as we stopped near a book stall, a sudden roar erupted from the direction of the stage. Cheers rolled through the field like thunder.
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
Looks like he is here! (excitedly)
Akriti Sharma (Fl Friend)
(grabbed Chahat hand and pulled her towards the closest campus block near the stage)
Chahat Verma (FL)
(confused) (looking at the crowd gathering)
We climbed the narrow steps and leaned against the balcony railing, the view opening wide before us. The entire ground was a sea of faces students shouting slogans, waving banners, their voices echoing with unfiltered energy.
"Hamara neta kaisa ho? Vikrant Thakur jaisa ho"
"Vikrant Thakur zindabad! Zindabad!"
Chahat Verma (FL)
(gazing at the overexcited crowd) (gaze slowly shifted towards the centre stage)
Chahat Verma (FL)
(eyes landed on the lone man standing there)
He stood tall on the stage, dressed in a crisp white kurta-pajama, a black waistcoat fitting perfectly over his frame. Polished shoes gleamed under the sunlight, and a gold Rolex flashed on his wrist every time he raised his hand in acknowledgment.
Chahat Verma (FL)
**Vikrant Thakur**
The name everyone has been talking about lately—the rising star of politics, the man the country couldn’t stop watching.
I heard my father talk about him countless times over morning tea, between the rustle of newspapers and the clatter of breakfast plates. Conversations about politics always found their way to one name: Vikrant Thakur.
How he’d been running the state. How people either feared him, respected him or both
But seeing him here, in flesh and blood, was different.
He wasn’t just a face in a newspaper or a name dropped at my father’s table. Standing there on that stage, beneath the sunlight and the roar of the crowd, Vikrant Thakur radiated something heavier than power.
A presence so strong, it demanded to be noticed.
Chahat Verma (FL)
**He looks quite intimidating**
Vikrant Thakur (ML)
(Joining Hands) (Smirking while eyeing the crowd)
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