"Daisy! Send Miss Gadodia to my cabin," Sanskar yelled at Daisy.

Daisy just nodded her head and went to do as she was ordered.

"May I come in, Sir," Sanskar heard a knock at the door along with a feminine voice.

As soon as Swara entered the room, Sanskar pinned Swara to the wall.

"What the hell were you doing with that bastard?" he shouted, making her feel scared.

"He is just a friend. I was casually talking to him," she replied fearfully.

"Talking or flirting with him?" he asked.

She felt disgusted listening to that.

"He was right about you. You are not a man to be respected. You are a bloody casanova," Swara said in disgust.

"Do you know what you were doing with Nikhil is also called whoring around?" Sanskar asked while holding her shoulders in a tight clasp.

He wasted no time and slammed his lips on hers which she could not accept. She tried to push him back but all he wanted to do was steal the softness of her lips. So he did not stop at her refusal, rather he felt his passion soar. 

"If you don't stop protesting the next moment, it will be more painful for you. Don't make the situation worse," he warned.

She stopped protesting and let him do whatever he wanted.

He again started biting her lips; it was a painful experience for her. He kissed her neck and with every touch of his, she was in agony, for it was not a touch of love. It was a touch of need, lust, anger and desire, only to quench his thirst.

"Sir, please leave me", she begged, trying to come out of his grip.

Tears flowed down her cheeks. She felt vulnerable, humiliated and violated. She turned back to go but he again tugged at her wrist and she landed on his chest. She kept moving back as he kept taking steps towards her, until her back hit the wall. He angrily placed his hand next to her head.

"Remember. You Are Mine. Don't you dare talk to any other man," he said in a threatening tone.

She just stared at him in shock and disbelief. "What do you think of yourself, huh? I am not yours," she protested and again started hitting his chest.

"Stop," Sanskar commanded.

She stopped when she saw his fiery eyes turn red in anger. She gulped and her throat went dry.

He again licked her lips demanding entrance, which she refused. Sanskar, not being one to back down, bit Swara's lips harshly causing her lower lip to part. Instantly, Sanskar's tongue invaded every corner of Swara's mouth. His hands travelled down from her hairs to her waist, pulling her closer while leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

Sanskar kissed all over her neck making her bite her lip as his kisses had butterflies erupting in her belly.

"Sir, just leave me," Swara said, pushing him away.

"How dare you push me?" Sanskar asked, grabbing Swara by her shoulder.

He brought his face closer to her but she turned her face in disgust.

"Oh! So, you despise my touch? You hate my touch but you are never opposed to Nikhil's touch, am I right?” Sanskar smirked.

"He is my friend unlike you..." her words were cut off as he slapped her.

"What am I? A womanizer? A casanova? Cheap? A rapist? You know what it means?" Sanskar asked in anger.

Swara stayed silent.

"Answer me damn it," Sanskar bellowed.

But again she was silent.

"It means a man who forces a girl without their consent. Am I forcing you? Am I raping you?" Sanskar asked.

"Then what is this?" Swara retorted.

"What? I did not hear it properly. Say it loudly," he said, pressing her cheeks.

"No," Swara said feebly.

"Then? Mark your words before you speak," Sanskar said and turned back.

"But you kissed me... without my consent," Swara said crying.

Sanskar being speechless turned back. He was not able to answer her question. Why did he kiss her? Why couldn’t he control himself? Why did he feel like killing Nikhil when he saw her with him? Why?

He didn't have any answer to her questions. Some questions have no answer. It's us who have to find the answers to such questions.

"Nikhil touched me as a friend. It was a platonic touch," Swara said.

"Platonic touch? Are you mad? Don't you know he was flirting with you. He was...", Sanskar slammed his palms on the table. "Ohh! I guess you enjoyed his touch. That's why you were comfortable with me," Sanskar whispered in her ears.

Swara was astonished and looked at him in disgust. Did he really say that?

"You are pathetic, Sir. Your mind is in the gutter. I am disgusted. Do you really think that low of me? I have been working with you for the last five days and still you think I am that kind of a girl. Have you ever seen me talking to anybody? Any man? Have I ever said anything to you except for a yes or a no? Then? How can you think about me like that? Never question or taunt a girl's character. It's the most valuable thing for them," Swara's anger finally came out. "I always stay silent. It doesn't mean that I am weak. It is my choice to be silent, not my weakness," she added.

She wiped her tears and turned the doorknob to open it.

"I want you Swara," he said and she glanced back at him.

''I want you …  in my bed. I want to touch you, kiss you and explore you. Just once. Fulfill my need and then you are free to go anywhere," Sanskar said softly.

"You are a pervert,” she said in repugnance. “You think you will order something like that and I will do it? No! Never! Not in your wildest dreams, Mr. Maheswari. You know something, Mr.Sanskar Maheswari? All businessmen are like this only. You can stoop down to any level just for your profit. There must be thousands of girls who are interested to be with you in your bed, but not everyone is like that. Some are like me too who will never give in to your demands," Swara said and finally swung the door open.

"Not even for this video?" Sanskar asked, making Swara stop from taking a step outside.