The grand ballroom of the five-star hotel was a sea of well-dressed politicians and businesspeople, all mingling and networking. Amidst the crowd, a young woman stood out. Priya, a 22-year-old successful businesswoman, had just walked in, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders, and her beautiful sari shimmering in the light. She had come to the function with a purpose, but as she walked through the room, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in disgust at the overpowering scent of the 50-year-old politician who couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"Priya, my dear, you look absolutely stunning," the politician said, his voice dripping with false praise.
Priya forced a smile and walked over to him, trying to be polite. She had no intention of getting involved with someone like him, but she knew the importance of networking.
As they spoke, the politician slipped a drug into her drink. Priya didn't notice, and as she finished her conversation with him, she began to feel woozy.
"Hey, are you okay?" she heard someone ask.
Priya tried to focus, but her words slurred together, and she collapsed onto a nearby couch.
"Take her to the private room," the politician said, signaling to his guards.
Priya protested, but her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. She couldn't believe what was happening.
The politician approached, a sleazy smile on his face. He began to remove Priya's sari, revealing her delicate blouse underneath.
"What are you doing?" Priya asked, her mind swirling with confusion.
The politician didn't answer, he just kept going, undeterred.
As the politician leaned in to kiss her, Priya's mind cleared for a moment. She realized what was happening, and she hated this man. But her body wouldn't cooperate.
The politician unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts. He began to suck and knead them, his hands rough and greedy.
Priya's anger surged, and she mustered the strength to open her eyes. She saw the politician leering at her, and she knew she wasn't dreaming.
With a burst of adrenaline, Priya slapped the politician across the face. He reeled back, surprised and angry.
"Guards, take her away," he yelled.
The guards rushed in, pinning Priya down. She fought and clawed at them, her spirit unbroken.
The politician tore off her panty, leaving her in only her bra. He mounted her, forcing himself inside her.
Priya screamed, but her voice was muffled by the guards' hands. She felt violated and humiliated, but she refused to give up.
The politician finished, and the guards threw Priya's clothes at her.
"Get out of here," one of them said.
Priya gathered her things and left, her mind racing. She would never forget this night, and she would make sure the politician paid for what he had done.
End of Chapter One.
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