I stare out of the window at the library. I couldn't eat my food. My family merges it into my diet as it's my reception next night. Yuvaan said he'd come before dinner. But he wasn't there.
What could be more important than his words to me? Though, he hasn't promised me anything.
Our Reception! Is he arranging the decoration? He has people to do it. I still don't know anything about it. What could be worse than this? Sim and Sas remember the very smallest details of their reception as they're the ones picking everything for the occasion.
I'm not comparing. Shouldn't I know about it? He wants to surprise me. I recall his words. Whenever my family member asks me about it I use his words, ' He wanna surprise me. ' They smile back and give me a gleeful look. It sho
He curls his hand around my waist and holds my hand as we dance in the centre of the giant hall. The decoration is mesmerizing. I glance up at the roof, not bothered about where my feet are going. A lot of chandeliers are shining over the roof. There could be hundreds and purple wisteria flowers hanging along with it. I can smell jasmine and Juliet roses in the air. The most decoration is done with these flowers. It wasn't in my mind that my husband would arrange such a grand occasion. While walking through the entrance, I felt like as I've stepped into heaven. One side is decorated with Juliet Roses and Jasmine flowers and on the second side, there's a pond and swans are floating over it. I can see Kadupul flowers and white lotus floating in it. He presses his palm on my back, taking one small step closer. I look into his green eyes, forgetting everything aro
I'm continuously staring at the sky while laying on the mat. There's no sign of the moon but a lot of stars. The cool breeze grazes my skin and I feel goosebumps. The night's temperature is different from the day. Sas rubs her hand over my bare arm to warm it, " I don't wanna do this. Can't you ask your husbands to stop the sun from showing? The day will separate us." Saavi squeezes her hand over my hand. I'm enclosed by Sas and Saavi. Saavi is enclosed by Sim and me. Our parents have already left for home. " Unfortunately, we can't," Sim says. " I hate it." Sas hugs me, her voice is full of sadness. I curl my hand over her arms. My vision gets blurry and I swallow as tears well in my eyes and it slips down my cheeks. Sas wipes her hand ov
I stayed in the room for the entire day. I'm not saying that life is boring or I'm not happy, I just miss a huge part of my life which was with them. My arms are crossed over my chest as I stare at the clock. It's dinner time. Unable to stop the nervous gesture, I keep drumming my fingers on my upper arm. I don't know. What will I do here? I've no aim. I sigh as I push myself up and move toward the open door. Yuvaan didn't come into the room for once, he had given me the demanding space or he didn't know how to deal with a sad and crying girl. I reach the hall. I wasn't late for dinner. Yuvaan is going to sit when he sights me and halts. I'm feeling like an alien. Anyway, I walked in. Yuvaan pulls the chair out for me. I
I allow my eyes to adjust to the early morning glow until I can see clearly. My eyes fell on the right side of the bed. It's crinkled but also cold. I didn't realize. When did he come and go into the room? I rub my eyes. I lean back on the pillow and stare at the closed door blankly. No thought stuck in my mind, but I'm expecting him to walk through the door. I sigh slowly and exhale heavily. Last night's conversation flashes before my eyes. I blink and push it away. I hurry toward the washroom and grab the toothbrush. Sometimes I feel. I don't stand a chance if it weren't our marriage. We haven't met, we haven't spent so much time together. Life seems meaningless without him. &nb
I look at the waves, trying to approach me and touching my feet and then return to repeat it. I couldn't take my husband's words off for a second. He was looking uncertain about only one thing when we signed the papers. About Parting Us! It would come like this. That wasn't in my mind. He surprised me with his actions and determination. He's the only man on this earth who can make me obey. That's not my choice. I never let a man rule me. I believe in teamwork. Not dominate! The true side is, he dominates me in different ways where I go according to him without feeling dominant. Hit me. I deserve a slap on my nape. He makes me do this, his things. I'm scared now. This wasn't supposed to be like this. Or I like it this way. Yes, I do.
I've noticed he goes out at this time, comes back exhausted and unsatisfied with the waves on his face. When he comes back home after an hour. He undressed himself and pulled me to his chest. ' How long? ' Sometimes, he whispered in my ear before falling asleep. I put my step out of the bed. I've already booked a cab to chase his car. I tiptoed behind him from a safe distance. I run bare feet. His car is waiting in front of the door. He buttons his coat and steps into the car. My bodyguard wasn't out on duty today. It's a big relief. I ran out of the house and got in the cab, " Follow that car." I asked the driver. The driver nods his head and follows his car. Within a few minutes, the car
I wake up with confusion and an unbearable headache. My tongue is feeling hot to me, my throat is feeling dry. A lot of questions are hovering in my mind. Tears well in my eyes as last night's memories flash before my eyes. I allow my tears to slip down. My chest tightens. My throat chokes. I hug my knees and throw my head over them. My body is shaking with the effect of crying. After several minutes, I forced myself out of the bed. I walk into the closet with tearful eyes, still crying. I pick grey jeans and a pink top. I quickly take a shower. I stare at my reflection. I'm looking horrible with all the crying and swollen eyes. I gather my money and some gold's jewellery in case I need to sell them. I
She's soft-hearted and docile only when it's fitting in her rules and It's not ruining her freedom. I've made vows to keep her happy, love her, worship her body. She's mine. There is no hell, which can take away what's mine. She has no right to make decisions regarding our wedding. I wanted to crush the divorce papers into a hundred pieces. I burnt them to ashes. I stifle my anger and continue with my stern expression. She isn't capable of enduring more, not my fury. I did all this to bring her this side. I need to know. Does she feel the same? She does! I keep my eyes on her. She's looking relieved. The burning of it is giving her assurance, assuagement. She's lookin
I look outside the window. The sunlight is bright. The sky is clear. My heart, it's feeling so much pain. I should be with my husband. We were going home. There's no sign of hope. Deep down I know, he'll come for me. Everything is going to be perfect. I didn't cry. But I want to shout as loud as I can in agony. So it could reach him. My inside is clawing at me, scratching the walls of my heart, telling me to run away from here. Eleanor is a sweet girl. She kept the worries away but for a short time. I can feel that emptiness "Love," Sas softly says in her sweet voice. "Good morning," I glance at her. The blurry sight of my tells, I don't know that it's there. "Hey," She pushes her body up with her palms against the mattress in less than a blink and wraps her arms around me to comfort me. She could h
It's silent. Sas leans against the wall and keeps her eyes out of the window, "The glass is thick. We can't break it. There's no furniture. Otherwise, we could take its help." Sas says. The remaining furniture is locked with a wooden floor. "Lay down," I told her. She whirls to see me, "I always think you are strong. You proved it today." She says. There's only sadness in her eyes. "I can't mull over what I don't have now. I've reason to be strong." I look at her. "I don't know. what would they do to us?" Her chin begins to tremble. I hurry at her and fold my arms around her, "They'll come for us." I promise her. This hope is giving me strength. He won't dare to harm us. He wo
His car stops in front of a mansion. His man opens the door for us. He climbs out first. I step out of the car behind him. He buttons his coat as he looks at the entrance as someone is waiting for him. I hold out my hand. Sas immediately wraps her fingers tightly around my palm. "Where are we?" Sas asks, digging her slender fingers in my palm. "My home," He says and takes long strides to get in. My heart is slamming against my chest. It could be dangerous too. Jack comes behind us. Sas refuses to move. I'm also afraid. Once we get in. We'll be at his mercy. He could do anything. I can see guards around us and his mansion holding their guns. "It must be his daught
Gradually my consciousness returns. My head is pounding. It's hurting and feeling as it will burst. Instead of a valour mattress, I'm feeling cold hard metal beneath my body. I can hear muffled crying. I know this voice. I recognized it immediately. I wasn't sure. I was dreaming or it was reality, someone was injecting me. I couldn't decipher, couldn't see him, it was dark around me. I can hear some mumbles too. But that isn't my concern for now. My concentration is on the familiar voice. I snap open my eyes when I hear my mind shouting at me that Sas is crying she must be in trouble. I squeeze my eyes again against the bright daylight. My heart is pounding in my ears. I blink rapidly, adjusting my sight against the bright light. Am I dreaming? I don't remember coming here.&
I swivel to face him. When Kadam told me she slipped in the washroom. I ask Vikas to tell the Pilot to be prepared. It was going to be six weeks. I was getting details of her every move. I'm not regretting my decision to start her training. It didn't merely distract her but she could keep herself safe. She's suffering from a high fever. The doctor has injected her. Ammi insisted that we should stay here until she gets well. It's not good for her health. She needs rest. She looks happy around her friend's company. "It can't be just Sunny. He's not powerful." Aasif swirls around the chair. He pulls me back from my thoughts. I clench my hands and stare out of the window, "He'll die but not open his mouth. His family is at stake. It's no use to waste time on
That night I fell asleep with his arms around me after our making. His arm is locked around me. I look for my clothes and his arm around me stops me from moving. I glance at his shirt on the marble floor. Pushing myself ahead, I try to grab it. My fingers still couldn't reach it. I watch it with a slight furrow between my brows. I tried one again. His arms tighten around my waist and tug me back to his hard chest, "What are you doing, Love?" He asks in his sleepy soft voice. Swivelling my neck I look at his face, "It's going to be seven. We need to dress up." I say. I push the locks of his dark hair away from his face, "Am I going to see your beautiful eyes?" My voice is barely above a murmur. He snaps his e
I stare at the roof, toying the hem of my blanket. I rushed to my parents home after climbing down the helicopter. I didn't dare to look at my phone again. It beeped and rang many times. I ignored it. The door of the room is still locked. Momi and aunts have knocked on it many times. I have a mystery to solve. I'm damn sure. It was a female voice, but I couldn't recognize it. Whoever it was, she's so clever. The scary part is I doubt it to be from our family. And they! They asked for Sas and me to go come with them. Whoever is she/he? She isn't a fan of Aasif and Yuvaan. Who could be? Only Aasif and Yuvaan can reply to me. I try to get my full attention on it. They are related. Aasif and Yuvaan, I've seen his family pictures with Yuvaan. The
I park the car behind his car and stare at my clutch in my lap. I take out my phone, stepping out of the Jeep. I hit on his number when there was no message on the screen. My heart begins to thud loudly. It's unreachable. I bring it before my eyes with pursed lips. I try it again. I stare at Kadam. He stands tall inspecting the surroundings, "Do you need to tell me something?" I've strong feeling. He knows. "Yes, ma'am. Boss will be busy." He says. I glance at him for more. He turns back to check the surroundings. I shake my head, "That's it?" I ask him. "Yes, ma'am." He says. I purse my lips again. When was he going to tell me? I click o
His lips curled up in a smile as he declared last night that we're going to his farmhouse. I force myself out of the single bed. Something strange happened. I grab my phone with a full grin on my face. It drops. He didn't message me today. He didn't even call. He has changed. Did he find someone? I shake my head. It's a bad feeling. I'm not gonna go through it. I step out of the bed. I try to focus on other things. I'm going to a farmhouse with them and I'm gonna see guava orchards, lemon orchards and vegetables. I doll up into a blue blouse with puffy full sleeves arms and a black shirt with a slit. I curled the end of my hair. Momi helps me to do the makeup. I'm determined