Her Bidder (Savior or Villian)

Prologue:-

She was standing with tears continuously flowing down from her eyes. She was feeling disgusting and dirty. In 23 years of her life, though, she always wore western clothes. However, she never wore such clothes which she was wearing at that moment, barely covering her body. She wanted to hide somewhere, but she couldn't, as handcuffs were restricting her movements. She was standing in front of a hundred people who were looking towards her like hungry beasts. She was hoping for a miracle to happen, but she knew it very well that hoping something good from her fate would be wrong.

She closed her eyes as she couldn't take those dirty gazes anymore. Beside her, 13-14 more girls were standing. However, unlike her, they all were calm and composed.

She was someone who expected nothing from anyone. She was returning home after doing her job in the small café, when suddenly she felt something wet on her nose, and within minutes lost her consciousness. And when she opened her eyes, she found herself tied with a pole in some vast hall.

By looking at her surroundings, she realized that she is in some auction. Three girls were sold in front of her by them.

"Look how ugly she is looking because of all crying." "She even ruined her makeup." Two girls on her right side were talking about her in hushed voices. However, she could hear them, and hope rose in her heart. Maybe because of this nobody will bid on her. She closed her eyes to pray to God, when suddenly she heard an announcement, and her eyes opened with a jerk.

"Now it's turn for the girl on number 15", someone announced on which she looked down, and was shocked because she was having a paper pasted on her chest, showing number 15.

Her heartbeat rose when someone bids on her. The person who bids on her offered 15k pounds for her. She looked towards that person, and found a man around 40 staring at her with lust. She felt a lump forming in her throat.

The men present there kept bidding on her, and she wanted to die at that exact moment because she knows it very well that the person who will buy her in this auction, what will he do to her. The bidding amount kept increasing, and with each bid, her anxiety level was also rising. She was trying hard to free her hands, but they started bleeding, because of handcuffs.

".5 Million (5lacs) pounds", someone said from the crowd bid, on which the entire hall became silent, and all heads turned towards the person who bid the highest amount. She with teary eyes looked towards the person, but at the exact moment her vision got blurred, and she fell in the well of darkness.

She wanted to see that who was the person, but the mental tiredness didn't let her see anything. Before slipping in the well of deep darkness only one thought came in her mind that what the other person will do to her?

She came to London with a beautiful dream, but now only the thoughts of darkness was prevailing in her mind. She didn't know that what going to happen with her once she'll wake up.

Will she able to live a normal life or something else has been store in her life?

"To be continued..."

(Dear readers, the text written in the brackets were in Italic and Bold text. I've put the content in brackets to differentiate between the scenes or the situation. The bracket content may be from past, flashback or other scenes, so to avoid your confusion I've kept the text in the brackets.

I hope you'll like the story and sorry for the mistakes as English is not my 1st language, then also I'll try my best to avoid silly mistakes.

And I know that I've taken a common concept of bidding. But the plot will be a different one. Nobody is having any copyrights on any concept, as anybody can take a common concept. The thing which matters the most is, that, you are having no rights to steal someone's idea or plot.

"Take a common concept but write a plot of your own. Things can be common, but the plot shouldn't.")

Winters in London are freezing and rainy at the same time. Many people love rain a lot, but when you have to walk almost every day in the rain, then you can easily start getting irritated. She is among those people who find rain, cool weather, and long walks fascinating. But, when it becomes the daily routine, then she also starts getting irritated. She doesn't have any expensive branded car, in which she can travel all around the city without getting drenched in the rain. She has to walk around 4-5 kilometres daily because living in an expensive city of UK, like London, is not easy.

Everyone can't afford a stable life if you don't have any strong background or when you don't have a job in an MNC. Today was one such day, when it was continuously raining, since the wee hours of the morning. She came inside the small café, running fast. She was trying to remove water from her dress, as her dress was completely soaked, as today the umbrella was also of no use. She was drenched from head to toe. She was wiping her face when the owner of the café, who was a short lady came towards her with narrow eyes. "You are late again, swaaara." the owner Jenny said with a harsh tone. On hearing Jenny's voice, Swara bites her tongue and with a puppy face turned around as she was standing facing her back towards Jenny. Jenny is an English lady who could not pronounce her name correctly. That is why she calls her name while dragging the word "swa" a little more than usual. "Jenny, today it is raining so heavily, " she tried to reason, but Jenny cut her harshly and said, "Today I won't hear any of your excuses. Today you have to work till late, otherwise, I will deduct your 1-week salary."

By saying that, Jenny left from there. While Swara just wanted to bang her head as she decided that if today rain would not stop, then she will take a cab. But now as she had to work till late, then it means she had to walk again and if till it would be raining heavily, then doesn't know what she will do. And she can't afford a subtraction in her salary because she was already getting a limited amount and if they will deduct her salary, then she doesn't know how she will be able to survive the whole month. She took a deep breath and changed her clothes. She wore her uniform and kept her wet clothes to dry. She came out after picking up her writing pad and pen and started waiting for the customers to come and take their orders. She came here ten months ago, with difficulty. Her parents died when she was nine years old. Her only family left was her grandmother, who also died three years back. She was from a middle-class family, so she was not having any property or something on her name. It was just a small old house which her granny left for her. Someone advised her that she should try her luck in abroad. She always wanted to come to London from childhood only, so, by selling her small old house she could have easily gone to some other small country or where it was easy to live, but as she wanted to come to London only, that's why she came here. The UK visa was expensive as compared to some other small countries, but then also she was adamant to come here only. She had a limited amount, but then also she took the chance and came to the UK. She always had a dream to come abroad, as shown in films and stories she always thought by coming abroad, her life will change. She also came with that dream, but after coming here, she came to know that reality differs from all films and fiction. She had done only simple graduation, and in today's world even a person with a Masters' Degree cannot get a proper job, then how would a person with simple graduation would be able to get a job? After spending only two weeks in London, she came to know that if you want to achieve something, then you have to work hard. First, she thought she would get a job in some company, but when everyone rejected her from everywhere; she thought it's useless to sit idle. So, she thought to apply for a job in one small café as big cafes and hotels always demand experience, which she didn't have. When she came to apply for the job in the café, the café owner was reluctant to give her a job, but that time only one worker came and informed the owner that one waiter couldn't continue his job, as he met with an accident and fractured both his legs. "You are lucky, Miss Swaaaara, " Jenny the owner said and continued, "because of the shortage of one waiter, I'm giving you the job of a waitress."

Swara whose tongue was itching to correct her name which she spelt wrong becomes happy. "Thank you so much, ma'am, " Swara said happily, on which Jenny gave her a curt nod, and asked the other employee to show her everything. She started working on hourly wages, and that was only 7 pounds per hour. The more hours you work the more wages you earn. In the beginning, she could not work even for 4 hours, but she realized that if this will continue, then she cannot survive even a single week here. She took 1.5 months to get used to this routine and then started working 10 hours daily as a routine. That way, she could make 70 pounds a day, and by working, six days a week, she could make over 1600 pounds in a month. But London was an expensive city. She was not in a state to change the city, as for that also she needed money which she didn't have. After five months of her job, Jenny hired her on salary bases after seeing her hard work and dedication towards her work. She was now earning 1800 pounds a month, but Jenny was a strict lady who doesn't show any mercy even on a single mistake. All employees, including Swara, always got a deduction of a minimum of 100 pounds from their salaries every month. (Other than her salary, Swara would make up to 200 to 210 pounds extra in a month because of tips, sometimes bonuses or other compensations. The café was a small one that was the only reason she could not make more money even when she was living in London.)

Swara was taking orders from the customers when while passing, she heard two waitresses were giggling on seeing something. She tried to look at the source, but only a side of the magazine came in her view. "Ooo my God, he is so hot!" one girl said to the other who was also praising someone whose picture was in the magazine. Swara rolled her eyes and went towards the kitchen. She was a girl who always remained in her shell. She may like handsome boys, but she never drooled on anyone. She was happy in herself by doing small things for herself. She expected nothing from anyone. She was a happy-go-lucky girl who believes that why to become sad about anything when you know that you will surely get some other thing. Even on her birthdays, she gifts herself and becomes happy. She doesn't take tension about anything easily because she believes that by taking tension, you will become old before time. She doesn't have any specific friends, but it doesn't mean that she doesn't talk with anyone. She was having a friendly relation with all. "What is his name?" One girl asked on which the other girl said something which Swara didn't understand, one thing Swara came to know that the guy may be Asian because the way both English girls spell his name, it will only happen when they spell some Asian names. Swara came out with the order of the customers. While walking, she saw the magazine which both the girls were reading before. While going randomly, she saw towards the front page and could only get a glimpse of the person. She tried to see his name but could only read Mittal. She shrugged her shoulders and went towards one of the tables to serve the customers. She got a half an hour break, on which she decided to go outside as she was feeling bored. She was roaming around the market as the rain had stopped. She was walking while looking at one shop when she banged into a wall; she stumbled back while holding her forehead. "Ouch, " she hissed in pain while rubbing her forehead. She looked upwards, and found a handsome boy with a well-built body looking towards her with a puppy face. "Can't you see while walking, " Swara said while gritting her teeth on which boy grinned widely and said, "I was drowning in your beauty, " the boy said with a wink on which Swara's mouth hung open after seeing him flirting with her so openly. "You.... how dare you to flirt with me?" Swara said while putting her hands on her waist. "Ooo... easy girl, look I was just joking, and I'm sorry for bumping into you as I was busy looking in my cell phone, " this time the boy said in a calm and soft voice. Swara looked towards him from top to bottom, and while narrowing her eyes asked, "Are you Asian?"

"Yup... and you too, I think?" The boy asked on which Swara nodded her head and said, "Yes, I'm Asian and from India. And you?" Swara asked him on which boy said, "I'm also from India and my name..." but before he could tell his name his mobile rang and when he saw the caller id he left hurriedly while saying, "Oops...sorry, but I have to go. We'll surely meet again." Swara saw his retreating figure and shrugged her shoulders. She turned around and left towards her café. Boy who was going in the opposite direction turned around and while seeing Swara's retreating figure smirked a little and said, "I think I found the one" to the person on the other side of the call and cut the call, when he came near his car. Swara came inside the café and resumed her work. She completed her work late at night when suddenly it started raining again. She cursed her fate but couldn't do anything. She changed her uniform and came out of the café while grabbing her umbrella. She was walking while hiding herself under the shades as the rain was heavy. She was already drenched, because of which she was feeling cold. After covering a distance of about 2 kilometres, she felt as if someone was following her. She turned around, but because of the heavy downpour, she could not see anything. She started walking fast but wasn't able to, due to slippery roads. She was crossing the road when she found a car parked at a little distance.

She ignored that car and kept walking. She was walking from one alley when she felt as if she heard the voice of the car's engine. It was late at night, so there was no one around. She held her umbrella tightly and fastened her speed. Because of water on roads, she could hear the footsteps of someone following her. She again turned her head back to see if there was someone but didn't find anyone. Her heart was beating very fast. In these many months, not even a single time she had the feeling which she was having then. Many times, she walked late at night like this, but nobody ever followed her. She was crossing one alley, when suddenly someone held her from behind, and before she could scream or fight, she felt something wet on her nose. She tried holding her breath, but "Take a breath, baby." A rough voice came which did nothing, just sent shivers through her spine and unknowingly, she took the breath which she was holding. The moment she did that, her eyes shut down, and her body went limp in that person's arms.

To be continued...

She tried to open her eyes, she can easily hear lots of noises, but her mind was not registering what she was hearing. She opened her eyes, but shut it immediately. Because, of the light in front of her eyes. She blinked her eyes several times to get used to the light. She opened her eyes, first; she didn't understand that where is she. She made a confused face, but the moment she saw in front of her, her breath hitched in her throat, especially after seeing hundreds of people standing or sitting around the tables.

She tried to move her hands, but she realized, they restricted because of handcuffs. They have tied her with a pole; being horrified, she looks her left, and right, and becomes traumatized after seeing the scene. 14, 15 girls were standing on her left, and right. All were wearing clothes, which were hardly covering their bodies. She, while gulping down the lump which is forming her throat, looked towards herself, and becomes shocked. She was also wearing a dress, hardly covering her body. She felt disgusted after seeing herself, and tried to free herself, but in return, she only got cuts on her wrists, because of handcuffs. A man who was guarding all the girls, walked from Swara's side. She called him. "Please let me go, " she said in a crying tone. Man said nothing, he gazes her lustfully, and went from there. She wanted to kill herself after seeing the gazes of people who were staring at her, and other girls like some vultures. "Please God save me, " she prayed in the heart, but after seeing the girls who were going after bidding one by one. Her hope was dying with each passing second. She always wore western clothes, but that doesn't mean she ever showed her body. She always wore those dresses, which looks decent. But in these clothes; she was feeling naked, and the way people gazing her body, she just wanted to put fire on herself. She saw many films in which they dragged girls in the prostitution business, and by watching around, she understood that it was a prostitution area. And here girls were given to the person who bids the higher amount. She just wanted a peaceful life, but now she was feeling the dark, long, and lonely life. In which many vultures were waiting to grab her and satisfy their needs, after relishing her body. "Look how ugly she is looking, because of all crying she ruined her makeup." Two girls on her right side were talking about her in a low tone. All other than her were calm. Swara heard those girls and a tiny hope rose in her heart, maybe because of this nobody will bid on her. She closed her eyes to pray to God, but suddenly she heard the announcement, and she opened her eyes with a jerk. "Now it's turn for the girl on number 15, " someone announced on which she looks down, and becomes shocked. Because she was having a paper pasted on her chest, which was showing "number 15."

Her heart beats fast when someone bids on her, the person who bids on her, offered 15k pounds for her. She looks towards the person, and found a man around 40 looking at her with a lustful gaze. She felt a lump forming in her throat.

People were bidding on her, and she had a wish to die at that exact moment. She knows it very well, what that person will do to her, who will win her. The bidding amount was increasing, and with each passing seconds, her anxiety level was rising. She was trying hard to free herself again from the handcuffs, but in return they pierced deep in her wrists. A line of blood was flowing down from her wounds. ".5 Million (5lac) pounds, " someone said. Hearing this entire hall became silent, and all head turns towards the person who bid the highest amount. She with teary eyes look towards the person, but at that exact moment, her visions get a blur, and she fell in the well of darkness. She groans in pain; when she tried to open her eyes. She changed her side; and slept again while rolling on the bed. Suddenly something clicked in her mind, and she woke up with a jerk. A pain shot through her head, which she surpassed by holding her head from her both hands. She was sitting on her knees on the bed. After a few seconds of massaging her temples, she opened her eyes and saw herself lying in a very comfortable bed. She sat down on the bed properly, while folding her legs in Indian style. She looks around; and found a well-furnished room, enormous than her one bhk flat. She removed her hair strands from her face, and that time only her sight went towards her wrists. Her wrists had a proper bandage. She in confusion gripped her wrist on which a hiss escaped from her mouth as, by mistake, she held the wounded area. The moment she realized about her wounds, she remembers all the things, her kidnapping, auction, and someone bids on her. She hurriedly got up from the bed, and starts looking around the entire room in a panic state. While looking around her sight went towards the mirror of the dressing table. She becomes shocked because now she was not wearing that disgusting dress. She was in a proper silk night suite which comprises a shirt and trousers. She looks towards her face, and found that she was not wearing any makeup, nor her face was looking dirty. She came towards the mirror; put her one hand on her reflection. She could feel that she has taken a shower because her hair was silky smooth. She tried to remember everything after the auction, but all the things in her mind were blank. She was getting a headache after thinking about all the things. "Which place is this? Where am I? What is happening?" She was getting frustrated. Her anxiety level was increasing. (Swara was a composed girl who rarely gets panic in any situation. But her anxiety level increases when she gets a panic attack because of which she can't be able to control herself or her emotions. In fear, she sometimes gets out of control, and people think she is angry. But in reality, she was trying to hide her fear behind her anger. It was her secret, which nobody knows.)

"Arrrghh, " Swara held her head by her hair from both sides. She was feeling exasperated; she walked back when suddenly her foot stuck in the carpet. She fell on the floor, and her wrist banged on the floor. "Aaahhh!" Swara screamed a little, as because of the impact, her wrist wounds starts bleeding. "God, girl, why you got up from the bed, now look what you have done to yourself." Swara, who was trying to get up from the floor, heard a masculine voice, and looks upward. She becomes shocked after seeing the person, because he was none other than that person, whom she met near her café. "You..." Swara said with shocked expressions on which the person ignored her, and tried to touch her wound, but Swara becomes angry, and slapped his hand. "Don't you dare to touch me, you filthy man, you are the one who won me in that auction? Tell me. I said, tell me?" Swara said while roaring in anger, till now she was standing in front of the guy. Fear builds in her heart, but she masked it brilliantly. "Relax, I'll tell you all the things, but first, let me see your wounds." By saying that the man again came near her, but stopped when Swara gave him a tight slap. "I already said that don't you dare to touch me, " Swara said while gritting her teeth on which the man becomes angry, and with a sudden force held her other hand, and pushed her towards the bed. "You..." she tries to say something, but stopped after hearing his angry and loud voice. "Enough of your childish acts now keep your mouth shut, and let me see your wound or else I will tape your mouth, and will tie you with the bed." The man said ruthlessly, and grabs the first aid box from the drawer of the dressing table. He roughly held her arm; and made her sit properly on the bed. He held her other hand, whose wrist was bleeding. Swara tried to slap his hand away, but the boy said "enough" while shouting in anger, Swara shivers in fear. The glare which she got from the boy made her quiet.

The person changed her bandage while Swara was sitting with silent tears flowing down from her eyes. Man after bandaging her wound look towards her, and sighs after seeing tears in her eyes. "Look you will come to know about all the things but for now, take some rest, and yeah sorry for shouting on you." The man said in a soft tone, on which Swara said nothing nor she looks towards him. She just held her wrist softly against her chest. When the man saw that she is not responding, he got up from the bed and went towards the dressing table to keep the first aid box there. Swara saw him going in another direction, so by taking it as a chance, she grabbed the nearby flower vase, and went towards him to attack on him. Swara held the vase high, and tried to hit on the back of his head. When suddenly the man turns around, and before he can stop Swara, she raised her hand to hit him. The man held his hand high to save himself, when suddenly one hand came, who gripped Swara's hand tightly. "Don't you dare to do this mistake again, " a man in Pure British Accent said. Swara turns her head with a jerk, and saw a person standing while grabbing her hand which was having the vase in it. She gulped in fear after seeing a well-built British man, standing in front of her. The way he was looking towards her, she just felt numb. His eyes were greenish-blue, and by seeing his face, she came to know that he was angry. He with a jerk snatched the vase from Swara's hand, on which she stumbles back but didn't fall. "Thank God, you saved me, " person A said to the same British Guy. Swara looks down while fidgeting with her fingers. "I.. I... ii wa... n.. tt t.. oo go.. ooo, " Swara said while stammering a little, on which British Guy just look towards her with deep eyes. "Sorry but you can't go anywhere, " Person A said on which Swara's eyes filled with tears. But she didn't let them fall, because she doesn't want them to feel that she is a weakling. "I have done nothing wrong with you two, then why the hell am I here?" Swara said in a loud voice. She said in anger, because she was feeling intimidated with the gaze of the British Guy, who said nothing after the 1st line. "Talking in a loud, and disrespected tone with us, will take you nowhere little sparrow." British Guy said in a deep husky yet dangerous voice.

Swara shivers in fear after hearing his voice; he was looking deep in her eyes, as if he was trying to see through her soul. "And I like the one who pretends that they are brave, by masking their fear with their anger. British Guy said in a whisper while bending towards her ear, " with a smirk plastered on his face. Swara's eyes open wide in shock, and fear. He was the 1st person in her entire life, which was able to know about her this secret.

To be continued...