Thriller The Story of Meera

[Priyanka98]

Aryan still didn't respond.
"He asked me to apologize, beg for forgiveness for cheating on him, like he would have wanted his ex-girlfriend to do," Meera said with a chuckle, "He just wanted to vent his anger, beat and punch me to his heart's content, and then there was anal sex...there is always anal with these angry types...I don't know some kinda obsession I guess, or the think of it as some kinda punish..."
"He punched you?" Aryan said, looking straight into her eyes with a hint of anger.
"Just a couple of times," Meera said, "Not too hard, I'm OK Aryan, these bruises, they'll be gone in a few days."
"Meera! The guy has been punching you, there could be internal injuries! Why does Adil send you to such psychos?" Aryan said, now looking visibly angry.
"Adil is a sweetheart," Meera said, "He does this on my request. I asked to be a pain slut. These sadistic psychos pay a lot of money. How do you think I got so rich so soon? I am... adequately compensated for this...pain. And you know how much I need this money, don't you? And Adil takes good care of me, he has me looked at by a doctor after every session to make sure I am not seriously injured. And I'm..."
Aryan cut her off as he locked lips with her. They kissed passionately for a moment.
"Come here," he said tugging her hand and led her to the bathroom. He pulled off her panties and stripped her naked. "Let me see the real you," he said as he turned on a warm shower.
Meera stood quietly as the makeup washed off her body. Aryan sighed when he realized it wasn't just one bruise that she had tried to hide. There were a dozen of bruises and welts on her body. She lowered her gaze not wanting to look at Aryan. He placed a finger under her chin and made her look up. Her eyes were red and tearful. There was a large bruise on her right cheek as well. The shower washed off her tears, but Aryan could see so much pain on her face that she was desperately trying to hide.
"This is the Meera I want," he said cupping her face in his palms, "The girl who bravely fought a million battles and is yet so graceful."
He began to draw her a warm bath. He added soothing aromatic oils to the bath. He lifted her in his arms and gently put her into the bathtub. He could now see each and every bruise and welt on her body that she had so meticulously concealed.
Meera was in tears. "I am sorry, Aryan...I didn't mean it to be like this...I.." she said in a breaking voice as she tried to fight her tears.
"Shhhhhh it's ok," Aryan said lovingly fondling her head, "Just close your eyes and breathe."
He helped Meera rest her head back and took a bath sponge and ran it gently over her body. He could see her body relax slowly and the warm water soothed her pain. He looked at her face, she had a calm expression on her face. He ran the sponge down her shoulders onto her breasts, lightly rubbing her nipples. Meera let out a faint moan. Then he gently held her feet as he scrubbed them lightly.