I whirl on my high heels wearing a turquoise colour lehenga with heavy embroidery and heavy handwork on it. It's truly a piece of desire, the blouse is backless with thick stripes on the shoulders. My eye makeup is reminding me of a peacock as I'm wearing dark blue lenses. My lips are strawberry pink, the ends of my hair are curly. This piece of necklace and earring look heirloom. It's a classic necklace with Zambian emeralds, rose-cut and fine cut South African diamonds, all set in platinum. My dupatta is sheer. It has heavy embroidery on the hems of it.
Nervously, I bite on my lip. Yuvaan should be down stairs. But I haven't received any messages and call from him.
" You're looking beautiful. " I say to Sim. She's wearing a maroon red lehenga with twenty-two k golden jewellery.
She pressed her dark r
I stay away from Sim for the rest of the function. I gaze at my husband. He's standing with some people, I don't know. I feel his eyes on me, " Why is he interested in only attending meetings? " Sas asks. " He's not among his favourite people. I guess. " Saavi says. " Are you sure? " Sas asks. " We haven't talked since we've come here. He's out for a meeting and out to see the sites." I sigh. " You're lucky. You don't have a husband, Saavi. " Sas says. " As Sim is not here. Who leaks the personal details. I need to tell you both something essential. " Saavi says. She keeps her voice low as our mothers are enclosing us. " We're hearing something essential. " Sas smiles. I can guess she knows it and is w
" Hi, " I unfurl my eyes hearing his soft voice and with the brush of his fingers on my cheeks. I straighten my back with disappointment in my chest. He pulls his brows together, " Don't ever plan anything in the early morning. I hate it. " I blink and gaze around. He's giving me butterflies with his look. He's looking like a supermodel with his waistcoat and sleeves rolled up. He leaves the side of the bed as he walks over to the couch. He rolls down the sleeves of the shirt. After waiting a lot, when he does not say anything. I push myself up on my feet. " Washroom, " He says, beckoning with his eyes behind me. I nod and saunter at it. I close the door behind me and look for a mirror first. I glance at my reflection. People can easily tell from just a
It's going to be eight. I don't wanna upset Sharleen. She's really a sweet lady. I dressed up in a yellow full sleeves gown with a long cut on the right side of it. I keep my straight hair down and glossy pink lips. I put on extra long heels. I wanna see my husband's reaction. Will he really hurt me? I'm ready to fight with him. When I open the door. Aliya was going to knock, " Wao! You look gorgeous. " She says looking at me, " I love your dress. " I shift on my legs, showing my bare leg, " No, you don't. " I smile. " I love it. I hope my future husband will allow me to wear such clothes. " She holds my hand and we walk toward the stairs. " He will. Be positive. " I smile.
I really got annoyed when I received a text from my husband. He'll be late for the function. An urgent meeting stuck in. I blow out a deflated breath and grab my dress from the mattress. I stare at his message again. I'm sure about one thing now. He came here for his business meetings. Yesterday I hardly saw him at the function for an hour. Then, he disappeared again. My phone pings. I glance down at it and click on it. ' Where are you? ' ' Coming. ' I want to snap to my husband. But I hold myself. He wouldn't have come if he didn't know it's important for me. I walk out of the room toward the Sas's wing. I picked
The dark breaks out and I snap open my eyes, gulping air through my mouth. I glimpse Aasif, his worried face, dark eyes looking down at me. My lungs burn as air passes through them. A heavy weight is felt on my chest the entire time. Abruptly, I feel the weight lifting from my chest. Two soft hands cup my face. I try to open my eyes. But I couldn't. I could hear voices, but I couldn't decipher. I fall back to sleep. I frown as I look between them. Everything is so confusing. I can't understand what's stopping her from telling her husband. I give a long stern stare to Sas. " Love! " She's always damn serious whenever she addresses me with this name, " He's not the only office going, husband. They're vicious. " She
All this caught me by surprise. His body posture is explaining his impatience. God knows, what would he do to him? I can only wonder how different my life has been. I heave a shaky breath. I can't take this stressful atmosphere any longer. I'm feeling suffocated. I climb the stairs, feeling his gaze on me. I sigh again as I look straight. I'll go in the room back his two different personalities isgonna haunt me, one that's so calm and perfect, second is full of evilness. I'm helpless. I won't bear it if he'll hurt my family. I still couldn't believe that he said it, and threatened me. He'd do what he wants to. It can't change the faith that I'm his wife. When we step into marriage, we can only come out of it after death. There's
I stare down at my family. I don't wanna leave. He won't allow me to spend some days with my parents. Sas and Saavi, my sisters are still waving at me. The energy in the helicopter was weird. I kept quiet and kept my eyes out of the window. I thanked the green pills that I took this morning. It kept me asleep during the whole ride. I don't wanna know. Is he still upset, angry with me? Walking down the stairs, I'm feeling the same sense of dread. There's something off about him, I don't know. He wants to hear all of it from me. As I refused to say anything. Aasif would have done this part. I'm frightened he would begin this topic again. It's hard to believe he hasn't scolded me over it. But it's true. His gaze was ice cold. I was sure he'd press his thumb over my
I dolled up in a cream, yellow and green floral long dress, wavy hair and pink lips. I'm afraid something bad will happen. I've never attended a function out of the family. I turn toward the door. Yuvaan has signed a contract before our wedding with an American businessman. He's coming home after a few minutes. I'm nervous. I'm not perfect at speaking his language. I stop reaching in the hall. He's looking so handsome in one of his black suits. I mostly have sighted black branded suits in his cupboard. He is talking to a new man, I haven't seen him before. The man says something to Yuvaan beholding me. Yuvaan turns to face me and dismisses him instantly. When I'm sure, it's only the two of us. I spin on my high heels, " Is this perfect? " I glance up at him, res