The heavy wooden door of Armaan's private bedroom clicked shut once more as he entered the room on the third night. Anaysha sat huddled on the edge of the massive king sized bed her body still trembling from the previous night's rough handling. She was no longer tied at all. The ropes had been removed leaving only faint marks on her wrists that had begun to fade. At twenty her innocent beauty looked thoroughly disheveled now with her long dark hair messy around her face and her eyes red from crying. She had managed to pull on a fresh simple white nightdress that Armaan had left for her but it did little to hide her vulnerability. Wide fearful eyes glared at him with exhausted defiance as he approached. They were entirely alone again in this luxurious enclosed space thick curtains drawn tight ensuring complete privacy and no guards or witnesses anywhere near. The dim lighting from the bedside lamps cast intimate shadows across the room making Armaan appear larger and more intimidating than ever.