UNDESIRED BRIDE. (Darkened Brides Book Series #3)

2. Some parasites.

SIYANSHA.

I asked my friend once, Where is peace? And he replied - Inside of us.

That, when all the world is hassle and fight, calmness is resting inside of us.

But what about me? When I look inside myself. All I see are breasts.

Rehmaan is such a liar. But yes, I do agree with the fact that

The world is a hassle.

Just as Chaya is right now with me.

"You need to see this guy. And get married to him." She ordered at me, at the breakfast table, while I sat cutting down the chicken leg with my fork and knife, pushing the bits in my mouth.

"And why is that? I told you. I don't want to get married. If such a little thing doesn't fit in your head let me tear your dickhead open and feed you the words personally?" I too replied with the same arrogance she was showing to me, she always forgets she is here just because of Dad, and the only reason she is alive is Dad.

"Look I promised your dad that I will make you get married and get settled. Not for me, or the worldly rule. At least get married to your father, he loved you! And only wanted this from you." She requested me now, using Dad as her weapon.

Some people need to rely on others because they have no capabilities of their own,
And nothing is more pitiful than these people. Who needs others to survive?

"No. Why will he leave his mistress in charge of his daughter?" I released my arrow and she scoffed, facts! She was and is just a mistress and that is all she will ever be.

"Yeah. Even I am such an idiot. Because I am asking you to do something for your father's sake when you didn't even cry at his funeral. What kind of daughter you are?" She said and twitched the side of her lips.

And that is it. That is very much it.
In the last few days. All I have heard is how I did not cry at my dad's funeral. It's been the news of the community!

I picked the chicken leg from the table and pushed her down in her chair, my hands resting at the back support of her chair. I filled her mouth with two of the chicken legs at the same time. Making her fucking mouth stop. And hovering over her, looking closely at her.

"I cry or not on my dad's funeral, I marry or not on my dad's wish or you live or not, is all on my accords. I decide on them all. So don't make me choose otherwise. Because then, the next person whom I won't cry at the funeral will be yours, Chaya." Completing my words I pushed the chair and she fell back on the ground along with the chair and chicken in her mouth. I crossed her and my phone rang. Its Kritika.

"Hey!" I spoke from my side and she with the same enthusiasm

"That harlot is again bothering you?" She asked me as I looked upstairs, on the seven-story orbicular staircase.

"You can see," I joked as she came down. I looked back at Chaya, who was struggling to stand up, and laughed at her. Walking towards the couch settings, I sat down,

"So what are you thinking? She will probably try to link you with the guy again." She queried to me, and I sighed.

"I already met the guy."

"What!" The voice was now behind me. I looked at her and hung up while she was already attached to the cell.
"What is he like?" She asked me, still on the call, while I went over my phone.