I am his Bride... { an Indian BL saga }

Reception...

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So, I feel like I have ignored this story for far too long. Actually, I am a bit tired to write the whole lot of those rituals taking place during the day, so time skip to the afternoon. Sorry for the delay.

DIVYANSH:

The day passed in a jiffy as I brooded over the misfortune this family was going to suffer for me. Everyone, well except Ashwin accepted me into the family with open arms as they believed I was a woman and the first woman of the new generation. Guilt overwhelmed me quite a few times during the day but I somehow managed to keep my tears at bay.

Arthit cornered me during the afternoon when everyone was busy in their own tasks. I was afraid for a moment that I had blown my cover but he said, "Bhabi, I understand that you feel like an outsider. Well, it will go away with time. But please smile a bit, na. Ash is brooding too." I mustered up some courage and asked, "Does he really hate me that much? He never acknowledged my existence." Well, it hurts when a hot guy doesn't pay you attention. Hell, what was happening to me! I didn't even know that my husband was gay or not.

My little dewar scratched the back of his throat as he said, "Actually it was Ash's dream to be a painter and now he has been forced in a marriage alliance. That is the reason. Don't you worry. He will come around." I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Well, he and I were at the same page, both forced into this unwanted marriage. Arthit cleared his throat and motioned me over to the living room. He took a seat on the couch and asked me to do the same. I sat on another one as he spoke, "Well bari ma wanted me to give you a gist of the rules to be followed in this household." I paled at the mention of rules. I was not very good with them as they always suffocated me. He seemed to sense my displeasure as he hurried, "No, no, don't be afraid. It's just a general set of rules for everybody. And a little sneak peek information, you won't have to follow them for very long as you and Bhaiya will soon be moving out to a condo of your own."

I let out a breath as he brought out a diary form his pocket. I looked at it skeptically. He smiled meekly, "She made me write everything down, so that I couldn't add anything funny of my own. Well let's get to work.

Rule 1: Inform any member of the house if you are going out. You don't need to be very specific but you must carry your phone, so that we can contact in case of an emergency.

Rule 2: No staying out late at night. Curfew is at 10 p.m. It doesn't matter what you are doing but you must be home by 10. If there is some emergency, call me.

Rule 3: You can ask me or Ashwin if you need anything.

Rule 4: Family dinners are to be attended regularly. If there is any issue, that is to be informed during the day.

Rule 5: Harmless pranking is allowed.

Rule 6: Don't lie about anything.

Now, the women's only rules start.

Rule 7: You don't need to get up very early. 7 a.m. is enough. After freshening up, you must visit the thakur ghar before coming to the dining hall for breakfast.

Rule 8: You must always wear saree.

Rule 9: Never remove Sankha, Pola, Loha and sindoor.

Rule 10: Do everything you can to keep my son happy.

Well, that's the end of the list", Arthit declared proudly before giving me a grin.

The rules were easy to follow, except the no. 8 and 9. I still had a poor pennyworth in wearing saree as it confused me as hell and all these bangles around my hands were causing more discomfort than not.