Ivanna
Doorbell rings. Martha and other servants arrive with the wedding outfits and other accessories. Mom left after opening the door. She is showing no interest in this wedding. I'm afraid of losing her. What if she breaks all the ties with me. I'm still not gotten over the pain of losing Christian. I can't afford to lose her.
"Master has sent these for you. You can pick one", she brings out a bunch of expensive wedding outfits.
"Leave any of them", I say in a blank tone.
I'm sitting on the couch and table before me is overloaded with cartons.
"It's your wedding, madam. How can I choose for you?", she asks, hanging her head.
"Your master could've done that. After all, everything is happening according to me him", I glare at her as she lowers her head.
I don't want them to keep gathering in my place. So, I pick one of the gowns abruptly and a jewellery s
AdavanThe only girl I craved for is not standing before as my bride. I am standing at the entrance of the church when she gets down from the car in bridal attire.I have always hated white and I didn't know white can be this much beautiful until I saw her in it. She walks on the red carpet, glueing her eyes to the stairs. I smile at her and proceed with my hand when she is two steps down. She glances at me and gives her hand on mine. I lean down and kiss on her palm while I can hear the sound of captures. I stand by her and hold her shoulder."You're looking terribly beautiful", I tell her but she doesn't react. "Look", I squeeze her shoulder. "Smile! I don't want everyone to find something suspicious. At least, behave like a bride in front of media", I shrug and smile at the same time.She replies nothing to me and looks up with a fake smile. After giving a few chances to the media to capture the pictures, I take her inside the church. It's full of all
IvannaWas that actually a wedding? It felt like nothing to me. The wedding was always so special to me. Every time I attended someone's wedding, I used to be in clouds. I used to hear all the important vows and observe the bride and the groom lovingly. The way they looked at each other, it used to be so pure, so magical. I couldn't wait for the day when I would be the bride.I never imagined that I would be so lifeless at my own wedding. These vows mean nothing to me. For the whole world, I'm the wife of a superstar now. But only I know that now I'm the wife of a rapist.I don't shove his hand from mine and keep my gaze outside. I feel his hands roaming around my body inappropriately, still, I behave like I don't care what he is doing. His touch still bothers me like before. Every single touch of him is disgusting and filthy. Unfortunately, now has the whole right to touch me legally and I have no right to stop him.*The car stops at the villa. M
Christian"What the fuck! Christian!", Sunny yells as he comes inside the dorm room. I am continuously playing the guitar, glueing my eyes to the concrete floor."Christian", he jerks me as I stop, passing a frustrated look."What happened?", I grumble, placing the guitar on the bed."Buddy, isn't it Ivanna?", he panics, showing me a picture on his phone.My eyes stuck on the screen when I see her in bridal attire, holding Adavan's arm. I feel my eyes burning with anger and frustration. I knew it would happen. Still, one of the corners of my heart wanted it to stop. I can't believe she had become someone's bride, not mine.I drive my eyes away from the phone immediately and take my guitar again."I'm asking you something", sunny exclaims. "Isn't it Ivanna?", I shake my head."What the... How?", he looks at me in disbelief."She left me", I say in a heavy voice. The hangover of losing her is still so fresh. I don't know h
IvannaI fold my hands, attaching with my chest as he pulls the blanket off and yanks my waist, attaching me with his body. It gives shivers down to my spine. I look at him nervously, his face full of lust and need.He holds my neck while peering at me, his other hand working on my breast, filling me with nausea. I try to say something but my voice stuck inside my throat."You couldn't feel me well that night, no?", he keeps rolling his fingers on my cheek. "Let me make you feel out of the world""I....", I gulp, glimpsing at him. "Please not tonight. I'm not in a state of handling anything", I whimper. "I still have the pain"I plead to him with a lot of expectations. I know he is the worst. However, if he is claiming that he loves me, he will understand my condition and think about my health more than his desires. If I have to live with him the whole life, I'll have to adjust. For that, I'm trying my best to make him realize what I want."
IvannaI have been lying on the bed the whole day. Martha comes to check me every hour and gets me food. Until the evening, I start feeling a little better when Martha again comes with a phone. She gives it to me."Master", she says as I take the phone nervously."H...hello", I mutter."I'll be there in a while. Put on the red gown. You'll find it in the closet. I want you prepared in an hour", he says and cuts the call. I hand it to Martha.She brings out the gown for me and helps me to get ready. At this moment, I'm anxious about meeting mom. She can easily figure out I'm not well. How will I tell her? With every passing second, I'm being weaker. I thought it would be easy for me. However, it's not. Until I have soul into my body, it'll not be easy.*After Martha leaves, I look at myself in the mirror again. My body is weakening. I wonder how I will walk into the reception. Meanwhile, the door opens as Adavan comes inside. I gulp,
IvannaHe walks towards me like electricity as Helen moves aside"Good evening", he greets others with a smile."Good evening, Sir", Rushil mutters."I hope you're enjoying the reception. So if you don't mind may I steal my wife for a dance?", he acts to be humble but I know he is fuming in anger as I was talking to them. I feel goosebumps all over me as he holds my wrist tightly before anyone could answer.He takes me to the dance floor and pulls me close abruptly."I can't dance", I mutter nervously. My pain will increase if I dance on the floor."Why?", he grumbles. "You can't deny me. Didn't I tell you?""You did. But....", I strive to while he starts moving with the music."What were you talking to them?", he inquires, raising his eyebrows."Nothing. They were just congratulating me", I mumble."Really? I saw you were about to cry", he says rolling me around. I start to feel immense pain
IvannaMom runs her fingers through my hairs, nuzzling my cheek with another hand. I had been feeling so low for the last few days. After that night, mom didn't talk to me properly which weakened me more. I wasn't expecting her to be here today. Nonetheless, I don't want her to leave anymore. I wanted to plead to Adavan. He can do whatever he wants with me. But I want my mom close to me."Are you okay, Ivanna?", mom asks."Yes, mom", I mutter into her lap."I don't know why I'm not feeling like you are okay. Is there something?", she urges to know."I was just.... You didn't attend my wedding. You were mad at me. I had broken Christian's trust. I lost my childhood friend. There were too many things. I'm unable to keep up with these", I lie to her. Although all the reasons were valid, the biggest reason is still hidden from her which I can't even reveal."You are suffering
ChristianI stand by the slope as auntie opens the gate, coming inside. She gets surprised, seeing me there."Christian!", she exclaims. "You are here at this hour?""I wasn't feeling good. So, I thought to meet you", I pass a mild smile as she touches my cheek."Did you have the dinner?", she asks."I....""You didn't I know. Come inside. I'll make something for you", she unlocks the door as we come inside."Go and freshen up", she says."Can I use your washroom?", I mumble. Most of the time when I came here, I used to use Ivanna's room. I don't wanna go there now. Her memories will be weakening me more. Though her home is doing the same, that room had most of our silly, lovely and beautiful moments."Sure", Auntie smiles at me. Maybe, she figured out why I was saying this.*Auntie serves me the dinner as I take the chair. She sits beside me, serving herself."You didn't have dinner there?", I excl