Arranged Marriage to Kill Him

Chapter 10 : Honeymoon Phase Is Over

"You bacteria! You---" Naina sneezed loudly in between her outburst, glaring at him. "It's because of you that I fell sick! You---you---" a series of sneezes interrupted her barrage. "Youuuuuuuuuu!"

Ahanay stretched his body peacefully, his face as calm as a monk. It seemed like he had the best sleep of his life and miraculously recovered from his illness. Or rather, transferred his illness to the tiny, cuddly, warm thing that was laying in his arms all night.

"Let's go," he said, getting up, picking up the bags and striding out of the shack.

"What the hell?" She swore, still following him since there was no other ride back. "This was the-the---" she sneezed, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her maxi dress. "---worst honeymoon ever!"

Ahanay suddenly turned around, making Naina crash against his chest. "Why?" He stooped down, his sharp eyes meeting hers. Up close, Naina could see her own reflection in those eyes. She couldn't stop looking. His lips curved up into a smirk. "What did you expect?"

"I---" she sneezed the loudest, droplets splashing on his face as if a truck had run past a puddle. He closed his eyes, shutting her off, shutting the off. "I'm sorry--- no wait, you deserved---" Another sneeze blasted on his face and his eyes squeezed in quiet rage. "Hehe. Let's go." Mock flipping her hair, Naina strode ahead only to be pulled back by her waist, half lifted in the air and feel his face snuggle in the crook of her neck. "What---"

"Giving it back," his voice was muffled as he wiped his face on her neck, shaking his head. His soft hair tickled her neck, those tickles rolling down to her stomach and leaving a trail of chills. Before she could snap out of the tingling sensations and box him in the gut, she was released and placed on the floor.

"You---" But he had already disappeared in the car and she was left floundering after him. The moment she sat in and started to chide him, he turned on the radio. But Naina screamed louder than the radio, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Ahanay slammed her against the car door, closing her mouth with his hand as his dark eyes bore into her. "Stop."

Quickly, Naina shook her head, her eyes wide in urgency and the moment he let go, she sneezed. A sneeze whose water droplets attacked Ahanay like mini bullets. And a new song burst from the radio, "Tip, tip, barsa paani. . ."

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"Where are we?" Naina asked, yawning with eyes that were droopy from sleep.

But Ahanay didn't respond. He got out of the car as elegantly as a front cover page model and Naina scrambled after him. A stocky man in a wrinkled black uniform came running towards them, his little legs struggling to carry his body. He was smoothing the wrinkles in worry as if he was going to meet some important person.

"Sir," the man said, his head bowed down.

"You're mistaken---"

"Pawar, dispose that car," Ahanay said suddenly and Naina blinked.

"Dispose? What do you mean---"

"Right away sir," Pawar said and Naina half-expected him to salute.

"He's not a sir---"

"Come," Ahanay commanded, striding towards a mansion that resembled the Asiatic Library.

"Where are we going? Is that a museum? I cannot tolerate---"

"Welcome, Sir!" A shrill voice spoke before the doors even opened.

"There's a fucking ghost in this museum!" Naina screamed, tugging at Ahanay's arm. "Let's go. Ahanay, let's---"