Arranged Marriage

Chapter-8

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Rushi's Pov,

I saw him sitting in a sofa chair opposite to bed and staring at me, he is looking fresh and in new clothes...I don't know what I am thinking my mind is just blank... it's like I got up from my nightmare.  I just hope everything is not real...

He got up and came towards me... I am scared. He is a stranger to me...how can I feel free near a stranger.... he held my chin with his one hand, I tried to move but his grip is tight.... it is my first time being with a man that to a new person who came into my life 15 days before... that too I saw him twice or thrice. everything blinked in front of me... tears started to fill my eyes.

" Baby don't move .... you have cried enough no more crying ... go and fresh up everything is inside..."

I am just surprised at his words I just stared at him... Oh, I forgot to mention where I am going right .... to the USA.

Saying that he left me... I got up from bed and closed the door. I am just clueless about what is going on in my mind and why he is behaving like a lovely husband... of course he always talked softly like a normal man except when he is warning me about marriage... But wait did he remove my jewelry why didn't I even know that... oh god why do I need to sleep like a log...

I went into the washroom oh god its bigger than my room.... l looked at my face in the mirror my eyes are swollen, I look like a ghost ....my hair is messy.... again, I looked at my nuptial chain ... I remembered how I cried and everything.... a tear came again ... but I controlled myself not to cry anymore I have to be strong however he treats me I will stay strong, I saw a brush, towel a pair of jeans and a shirt, inners... I brushed and took a shower, I wore the inners, how did he know my size??...... maybe just some air hostess gave him...I thought in mind. I then wear jeans and a shirt... The shirt is short it is not up to my knees it is up to my thighs.... you may think I am from some orthodox family.... but I never wore tops less than my knees... I wear jeans also rarely...I always wear kurtas, leggings, or some long dresses. my friends always scold me for my moody dressing style...but I never changed. 

Anyway, I came out of the washroom and the sight of the room is so nice, it is clean, I never imagined I will be on a flight... I am drying my hair with a dryer, it's really strange to use all this equipment... I know how to use them, but I never had one and my mom doesn't like it.  then someone knocked room door, I opened then a lady wearing a pencil skirt told ...

" Mam sir is waiting for you..."

" Hmm... I will be there...."  I told slowly... she then bowed to me and went away... I don't understand anything...why all are bowing to me I am not a goddess. what a weird culture... my hair is long it is not easy to dry in 5 min, so I try to dry my hair as fast as possible...

Tying my hair with a Plucker and clips I went out...my mom always scolded me when I didn't tie my hair...she says some evil eyes may affect my beauty... I smiled at my thoughts...

I saw him sitting on a big sofa, with food in front of him...

Is he waiting for me to eat breakfast with me? For a sec it crossed my mind.

Then I sat in front of him... he looked at me from top to bottom... I felt like I am not wearing anything...I check my dress if anything is wrong...

" You look good."