"Shall we walk?" Ishan asked.
"Ya," Shreya answered, not very enthusiastic.
They started off walking down, down the same path as Ron and Shreya had been going; walking silently, till they reached the gates of the mansion. Then, some things happened so quickly, that Shreya couldn't fully understand the full detail. All she realised was that Ishan had grabbed her hard and strong and pinned her against the boundary wall. He was now grabbing her waist furiously, and hugging her rather intimately, hands going everywhere.
"Stop!" she shouted, or she thought she shouted; pushing against his chest with her hands. The action was useless, he was too strong -- he only pulled her closer. His lips touched the skin of her neck.
"No!" Shreya tried to scream, but the words came out much softer. Her skin burned every time his lips touched it. She tried to resist him again, pushing his chest. Muscles clenched under her palms...She could feel his heart's throb..."Please!" she begged, nails clawing into his t-shirt. He jerked her hand away from his chest; it caught his 'Angel Wing'. He forced her hands away from their bodies, holding them firmly. His chain and charm hung onto her right hand, which he forced against the wall.
"Why, Ishan?" she whispered.
"Why him, not me?" he replied and Shreya suddenly felt her body stop its struggle. The words made her feel dirty, and her body decided to submit to him as an impact. He let go of the hands. They slid down to her side, the 'Wing' dropping down to the ground. Silent tears poured out of her eyes.
His lips moved down her neck, each touch forcing her soul away from her. He was crushing her very being now. Her soul was disgusted. A soul so pure, untouched...It didn't want his filthy desire's grope. It was moving away. Far away. Deeper, into a place where Shreya could never retrieve it from. She could just blankly stared at the moonless sky.
Suddenly, something jerked her back to life. His hands were going inside her top! Half-way up already, and suddenly, her senses were back. She could smell the stench of alcohol coming from him and see the hungry fire in his beastly blue eyes.Energy sparked back in her, and she grabbed his hand before it reached any further up. He had violated her mentally, but she wasn't going to let him do so physically. A sharp pain on her bottom left rib made her realise she was no match for him. Tears rolled down her cheek; everything was going dark now...her eyes were seeing dark...
And suddenly, there was light! Lots of light! Bright light! Light that almost blinded her. Ishan's weight on her seemed to decrease. Or was he being pulled away from her? Blinking, Shreya saw, through a haze of tears, a strong, tall angel throwing Ishan away from her, who had to stagger before balancing back to his feet.
Shoiab reached an arm out to Shreya, who sunk into it. Ishan made a move, but Shoiab was holding onto his fist, stopping him.
"You --" Shoiab shouted a series of abuses which were not appropriate for normal human conversations for sure. He was shaking with rage. Shreya cowered against his chest. "Come an inch closer, and we will have your dead body here!" This was a Shoiab neither Shreya nor Ishan had seen...they all knew the human teenager Shoaib, failing to notice the man he had grown up into...an angel. Ironically, Ishan's 'Angel Wing' was under Shoiab's foot...Like a fallen angel had helped another rise up higher...
Shoiab walked Shreya into his car, which was parked literally outside the gate, headlights lighting up the crime scene. Soon the engine revved, silencer let out a gust of smoke and the wheels created a cloud of dust in front of Ishan. Then, it sped away, taking Shreya and Shoiab far away from that pathetic excuse of a man...