**Trapped in the Rain**

The monsoon rains had engulfed the city, casting a gloomy shadow over the already chaotic streets of Thiruvananthapuram. I was walking back home from the market, hurrying to get out of the downpour, when I noticed a black SUV speeding towards me. Before I could react, the vehicle screeched to a halt beside me, and Jathin Ramdas, the Chief Minister of Kerala, emerged from the backseat. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Get in," he said, his deep voice commanding. I tried to shake my head and walk away, but he was too quick. He opened the door and pulled me inside. I landed on the plush leather seat, my body trembling with fear. "Where are you taking me?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. Jathin smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Somewhere safe," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. As the SUV sped away, I caught a glimpse of my father walking towards us, his face etched with worry. My heart sank when I saw Jathin's men intercept him, their faces cold and menacing. The vehicle stopped at a secluded spot, and Jathin's men dragged my father out. I watched in horror as they beat him mercilessly. Jathin stepped out, his eyes flashing with anger, and... My world went dark. When I came to, I was in Jathin's arms, cradled against his chest. I was shivering, my body numb with fear. He wrapped his coat around me, and I felt a wave of warmth wash over me. "Don't be afraid," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "You're safe now." But I wasn't safe. I was trapped. As we reached his mansion, Jathin's men carried me inside, and he ordered them to leave me alone with him. I tried to struggle, but he held me tight. "You're mine now," he whispered, his lips grazing my neck. I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face as he stripped me of my clothes. His hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine. The next few days were a blur. Jathin forced himself on me, his kisses and touches sending butterflies through my body, but not the kind I wanted. I was trapped, and he was my captor. One day, I emerged from the bathroom, wearing a white saree, my hair damp from the shower. I was patting my hair with a towel, my face bare of makeup, but my eyes still red from crying. A small black bindi adorned my forehead, and gold jhumkas sparkled in my ears. Jathin walked up behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist in a gentle back hug. I felt a flutter in my chest, but it wasn't the kind of excitement I wanted. "Darling," he whispered, his breath hot against my neck. I pushed him away, but he only laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. As he prepared to leave for a personal trip, I saw my chance to escape. I made a run for it, but Jathin's eyes caught mine, and he was on me in an instant. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his arms wrapping around my waist. His men appeared out of nowhere, packing my clothes into a suitcase. Jathin lifted me into the air, and I tried to struggle, but he held me tight. "You're coming with me," he said, his lips brushing against my neck. I felt a wave of panic wash over me as he kissed my cheek, his voice whispering sweet nothings in my ear. "My sweetheart, my love, my darling..."