Chap 13- Marriage
He pushed pandit on the floor, while he went to his cupboard to remove some random cloths. He put the cloths in middle and lit it. "Ye Aag chalegi na" he laughed. Then he went and got small blade , keeping with him. He aslo grabbed dupatta, untied Imlie but kept the rope still tied to hands . He put the duppatta on her shoulder and took the end of pallu and tied on this watch strap.
"Start your mantra" as he grabbed Imlies tied hand and went around the fire 7 times. Imlie was done fighting, she was helpless. The blade he had brought , he cut this thumb and put on her forehead "I like being dramatic. Couldnt find damn kumkum in this house" He said shrugging
"Ahh look at you , beautiful as my wife. He removed a delicate mangalsutra and tied around her neck.
"Almost forgot this!! Gale ka phanda" he whispered in her ears. Imlie eyes were now smugded with tears and eyeliner. Her throat hurts, her body hurts , her soul hurts. Her life is over in true sense.
He tied her back to chair, and went over pandit threatning him about keeping it quiet. He took him outside. While Imlie sat, and closed her eyes and thought about what just happen.
She is married to Aryan, but not really Aryan. Is he going to keep her like this forever? How can she get the real Aryan to listen to her. She will have to fight this but smartly. First of all she needs to stop crying and clear her head. She needs to just observe the man in the room.
He came back after sometime, with paper in hands . He untied one hand, she was about to slap him but he grabbed her by wrist and put a pen in it. "Sign it or you will lose your hand" Imlie trembled in fear, she knew he wasnt kidding. She signed it and right after he signed it.
"Legally married too" he winked and tied her again on chair.
She fell asleep tired, hungry and thirsty. She woke up when a soft touch to her head woke her up. She was on bed, she got up and saw Aryan standing by the window. She knew it wasnt the other guy. Because she wouldnt be on bed, and the touch didnt make her tremble in fear. He heard her scuffle, "You are free to go. I am sorry, I dont know how you got here. My guess is my disease that i carry with me. " He looked defeated, embarassed and ashamed.
Imlie stood there, unable to run. This was her opportunity to run from this craziness, the torture but something about his tone made her rooted to ground.
"I am hungry and thirsty" she replied to him .
He turned around suprised , "Let me tell my cook to bring you something" he quickly made a call and ordered some food to be freshly made.
"You dont have to count this marriage. I dont remember what happen Imlie, that is always a problem. But i never knew i can fall so low. I am sorry" he folded his hands , hanging his head in shame.
Imlie sat there , thinking then she finally spoke.
"What done is done Aryan. It didnt happen in great circumstance but nevertheless am married to you. I do want to give us a try although i do know the danger. I can run away, but something in your voice was genunine, as if it was calling out for help. I want to fight you, well whoever the personality of yours is. Have you seek help?" She askeD
"No. A bachelor millionare struggling with mental disorder is not something i want in headlines. Its my baggage to carry and deal with. You want to try this marriage you said? Are you sure, i dont know when it triggers and what it can do next" He sighed, this is complex than he thought.
"I want to try Aryan. I want to help. Helping you will help me. " she shrugged as she has accepted the fate.
"But a loveless marriage?" Aryan asked
"Whatever it is" Imlie replied "I am staying here" she said hoping she doesnt regret her decision , an impulsive decision.
