CHAPTER ONE
I walked behind him in tow four times, holding the dupatta in my hands that binds us together, taking laavan. It signifies we've accepted each other as one soul in two bodies. I sign the marriage paper and forward my hand with the pen. His gaze holds mine before returning to the paper. He holds it with a smile and signs it.
I'm his wife and he's my husband.
I sigh inwardly and gulp hard. I never imagined this day in my life. Here I'm wearing a bridal dress, gazing at my husband. All come at the same time to congratulate us. Mostly, I don't know them. So, I plaster my best smile and mutter thank you.
When he's busy talking to his brother. I use this opportunity to check him out. He is draped in a cream and golden threadwork sherwani teamed with the ivory shawl and golden safa with kalgi adornment
I breathe in relief when they've left us alone. I don't remember any of them, his mother introduced me to the new family's members. I did one thing that plastered a huge smile on my face. His girlfriend didn't come to bless him. But I wanted that to be. Alas! We didn't talk about it later. His room is on the second floor. I glance back. When there's no one to see us. I bend and take off my heels. I bend down to pick them up. " You look tired. " He says. Picking them up, I glance at him, " You're looking as you can go through it again. " I mock. " Listen! Harleen was my girlfriend. " He stops and whirls to look at me. I yawn and cover my mouth with my second hand, " I don't care. I'll not mind. You can date her. Right now, husband! I'm dead tired. I want warm water… a lot. I'm using the washroom first. " I say and pace
There are a lot more ceremonies. I'm still feeling that sleeping wasn't enough for me. I can sleep more. Navu knocked on the door in the morning. She was playing the role of messenger. She passed me the message of my mother-in-law, that she wants us in the hall for the rest of the marriage ceremonies. Arnav has bathed already. Draping my wet body in the white towel, I step out of the bathroom. My eyes widen when I hear his voice. I swivel and see his back at me. He's shirtless, his v-shaped body is tempting. I push the thoughts away. Without giving another thought, I take a step at the bathroom again. He shifts on his feet. I wander my gaze around. My eyes rest on the opened cupboard and his shirt and coat laying on one side of the mattress. In a hurry, I grab his shirt from the mattress. I rush at it and close the door. Hurriedly, I put on his shirt. My body goes numb and still whe
My mind is far away, although my feet are sure of a familiar route, the Grewal house. In less time, I've been familiar with this house. I was a guest here. I'm still walking in like a guest. Unbelievably, I got married in this house. I see my dad, standing with the troop of the men of this house. My dad smiles looking in my direction. I quicken my steps wearing a full smile. My dad embraces me, " How's my princess?" Dad asks with a smile. I couldn't ignore his worried look. "Perfect!" I gleefully say to him as I hug him back. "How was the cooking ceremony? What did you cook? " Ruu asks me with a smile. " Kheer. I found the recipe on Google. '' I laugh, pushing the tension away. " Does it taste bad? " Ruu asks as he takes me in a hug, plucking from dad's arms. " It
It has been three months. I didn't dare to step out of this property. It's London. I've built dreams to be in this country with someone else. My mother in law is a kind-hearted lady. She loves me, that makes life easy and happy. My father in law, his eyes remind me of my husband. We played carrom every night after the meal. In the beginning, I lost a lot of games. Now I'm getting a master of it. Last night, I won the game but my father in law was still smiling. He said with a smile that finally, I learnt to play it. I miss my husband. Sometimes, I cry at night when feelings become unbearable. Karan, he never let me miss my brother, Ruu. My friends stopped calling when I stopped to answer them. They didn't visit nor did I. But they sent me messages daily. I'm still upset with them. I'm still upset with my husband. I avoided carrying my phone with me. I can't show in front of mom and dad that I'm upset with their son and we don't talk. W
I'm feeling stuck in the dark. I dart my eyes around, in the hope to see a ray of light, " Arnav, " I try to speak his name. Then I see a figure walking toward me " Arnav, " My voice is so weak to my ears. I smile as he keeps striding toward me. My body begins to tremble in fear when I see his face. I stagger back at the realization. He's not Arnav, " Suhana, " He says in his lustful, crude voice. I wake up with a squeal. Two strong hands hold me by my shoulders. I scream again and push him away. " Sister in law, it's me, Karan." " Don't touch me! Don't touch me! " I shriek, pushing him away. Hot tears wheel down my cheeks. " Look at me, it's Karna. " He says again. I'm barely breathing. My arms are already in pain. I couldn't figh
The silence seems to echo through the room. I'm staring at my phone. Indeed, I'm stopping myself from going near it. I'm fearing, I'll end up calling my friends or my husband. That's not a good idea. These guilt feelings are going to torment me. I'm already ruining that I raised my hand on Sun. She wouldn't have thought that the second boy would say that to me. Geez! She didn't even know that. But that's not a concern. I'm praying for one thing. That I don't want him to find out about me. Dread boils up in my stomach, I don't wanna put myself in this kind of situation ever. These walls mark me safe. It affects my in-law that I'm a prisoner in my own room. I'm used to it, Thanks to my mother. I don't want God to give such a horrible mother to anyone on this earth. Strange! She has kept this horrible side of her only for me. I don't wanna imply anything about. I just don't wanna see her face ever. I inhale deeply for
I wake up when someone coos my name. I peel off my eyes, " Mom, " I draw myself up. Startled! " Good morning, we have a ceremony to attend. Get ready, Suhana. " She put a red plain lehenga with heavy golden embroidery on its hem and sheer dupatta also with heavy embroidery on the mattress. It's a beautiful dress. Don't forget I'm still newlywed. Though my husband is on the ship. I smile. " What ceremony, mom? " I ask in my sleepy tone. " Harleen is getting engaged." She caresses my cheek and leaves the room, " I'm waiting on the dining table. " She says while leaving. I don't know. Is her wedding real Or not? Or she's doing all this to make him jealous. I don't care. I'm certain, my husband is not going anywhere until he knows the dark truth of my life. " Okay, mom. '' I push myself on my
' He has seen me. He has seen me.' It is repeating in my mind. He had ruined my happy life. Where would I go? I keep staring at the ticket. I'm not going back into that hell. I've no friends. My husband knows about my ex. Mom, she didn't try to hear me once. I fish out the phone from my clutch and dial my husband's number. He needs to make her understand. I can't leave my cocoon shell. He has seen me. He'll do anything to make my life hell. I've no one. Where would I go? Tears are already rolling down my cheeks. I'm not care about brushing them away. My chest rises and falls with every breath that leaves my body. I can feel my heart racing when my mind is blocked. I keep looking at my husband's photo. I don't wanna go through a panic attack when I need to be strong. I can't go back to my mother's home. It'll be better if I end up in the street. 
I stare at my image in the mirror. I'm draped into a baby pink gown, pink plump heels, pink lips. I gulp. I never imagined myself in pink colour. It still seems unbelievable that he's behind bars and Harleen helped me. He's found guilty. It has been a month. I don't wanna think about bad memories of my life. I've promised myself to start a new life with my husband. No shadow of my past. We've completed six months of this wedding. Arnav is taking me out, it's another date. He always surprises me and fills my life with happiness. ' My first sight love,' My phone pings, grabbing my attention. I smile, glancing down at his name. I click on it. Arnav brought this dress last night for me. I didn't
She was sleeping when I left for my office. I was waiting for her to make a move. She contacted him via FB when she couldn't get her phone. He called her daily from a private number. It's impossible that I'll put her in danger. When I was in my office. She booked a flight to India. She was doing it again. She was planning to go away without informing me again. "Sir, the plane is ready," Kabir says, walking into my office. I nod my head and grab my phone from the desk. I heave deeply as I dial a number. He answers on the first ring. "Hi, brother." "Are you ready?" I ask. I trace my fingers on the photo frame. Her tongue is stuck out, her eyes are smiling. I glanced at her with a smile. Karan clicked this. Beginni
I'm on the verge of tears. I drop my phone in my handbag. I grab our wedding picture from the nightstand and slip it into the handbag. I sit down on the couch. I grab a paper and pen. ' I'll come home soon. Three or four days! I also need to tell you something. Please, don't get mad like last time. ' I put the pen back. I crack my knuckles. I don't know anything about yesterday. He can do anything, harm me, kill me. I don't know if I'll be able to see my husband again. After knowing what happened in my past, I'm not certain about Arnav. The complicated question is - will he accept me? I'm scared to lose him. After a deep sigh, I throttle the pen between my fingers. I scrub the pen over the paper. &nbs
After they left for California. I returned to our room. I remove my heels and dupatta, putting them on the edge of the mattress. This dress is showing my cleavage. I frown at it. I'm alone in the room. I don't feel it necessary to cover it with a dupatta. I couldn't grope the closet. It's the biggest one. It would take hours. Biting down on my lip, I head toward its door. I swipe the back of my hand over my forehead. I have looked through every possible place. I started from his files, clothes. I couldn't get it anywhere. "Are you looking for something?" I startle and pivot on my heels. He isn't wearing his shirt, only his slacks he wore before
I keep looking at him. My cheek is pressed hard against the pillow. I want it to swallow me. He fastens his cufflinks. There's grace in his every small move. I'm the opposite of him. I'm quarrelsome sometimes, I'm always ready to fight for my rights. He's calm like a calm sea. He handles things with love. He knows to make my anger disappear. I blinked, breaking the spell of my thinking of him. He buttons his waistcoat and grabs his coat from the couch. A chill rakes my body seeping into my bones. The thought of parting from him always frightens me, unsettles me. He inclines down. My nose fills with cedar, sandalwood, Basil. His fingers slide in the back of my head. He pecks on my lips. We greet each other with our genuine smiles. "Don't go anywhere witho
I press my back against the side of the pool and stretch my arms out, gripping the ledge. I haven't felt so stressed before. I can see her from afar. She's still under doss. She should wake up. Pehu couldn't say anything. She doesn't wanna say anything until she talks to her. I stormed out of my office when I got a call from my mother. I clench my teeth. I respect her because she's my mother. She shouldn't do this to her. I shake my head and pull myself out of the pool. I grab the towel and rub it on my nape and head. I slip into a white boxer. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I don't know. Will she remember me this time? I touch her cheek slightly with the
It was a fatiguing day. My feet are aching walking in heels. He didn't leave my side. His arm stayed around me as he's protecting me from something dangerous. I walk over to the pool after changing into shorts, kick off my slippers, and stick my legs in the water. I smile at him. He keeps himself afloat with small movements of his feet and waves of his strong muscular arms on top of the water. Our gazes lock. He slowly closes the gap between us until he’s directly in front of my legs. He places his hand on the edge as he glances up at me. He smiles. He gives a little push to his body, backward. With slow movements of his arm, he slides away from me. He slinks underwater for a few seconds. When he comes back up again, he wipes all his hair out of his forehead. He ra
Pehu suggested this to me. I hate to see her in pain. But I want her memory to be restored. I couldn't ignore the sheen of pain when she glanced at the counter near the door. I grab the forks and put them on the tray. I unclip the apron and glance at her. She's breathing heavily, "Suhana, what's it?" Immediately, I saunter forward and cup her cheeks. She swivels her neck looking into my eyes. I observe her in concern. "Can we go back to our room? I don't like this place." She says, biting on her trembling lower lip. Tears gathered in her eyes. She blinks staring in my eyes and tears roll down. "S***!" I curl my arm around her waist. Tugging her to my chest, I swipe her in my arms. Her face pressed against my chest and her arms tightened around my neck.
A sense of being watched pickles along my skin as the hair on my back rises. I glance back, snapping my eyes around. I could get nothing. That feeling is still seated inside me. "Are you looking for me?" Harleen says as she stops before her. She's dolled up in a black shoulderless tight gown, exposing her cleavage. I chose to stay quiet. She snorts when I just stare at her. "I was thinking of you as an intelligent woman." She tightens her red lips. "Should I say, you're not welcomed here?" Mini snaps. She glares at Harleen. Her grip tightens around the glass she's holding. "Your mother is so possessive," Harleen mocks her, twisting her lips. "Stay away from h