Ohas planned to bring her to a carnival, walking towards that place casually so she would think that they stumbled on chance.
"Oh my God, look!" Naina exclaimed, catching the first glimpse of the Ferris Wheel that revolved like colourful planets in the solar system. "We used to go to a carnival every year, remember?" Ohas shrugged, flashes of their childhood selves eating softies and cotton candies with their snotty noses running in his mind. "Let's gooooooooo!"
She ran ahead and he had to jog after her, her little legs carrying her faster than he had anticipated. Her skirt was swaying with the wind, revealing smooth legs that he suddenly wanted to spread apart and wrap around his hips. But how could he, with the consequences of that act already surrounding him everywhere, children?
Any passerby could mistake the carnival for a riot. Parents screamed and dragged their children, children shot with pistols and arrows at the balloons and shopkeepers beat drums and blew whistles, selling diabetic treats. Through the madness, he spotted a few burly men smoking behind the tents and looking at Naina. Their lusty eyes fixed on her like she was a prey, ready to be gobbled up by hyenas.
Ohas strode towards her, glowering at the men, but before they looked away in fear, Naina smacked him on the head, causing the men to titter in laughter like teenage girls.
"What?" Ohas seethed in rage and Naina smiled sheepishly.
"I just hit the bubble. Oh God, look how big they are!"
Ohas saw her reflection, trapped in one big bubble with spots of scintillating lights, floating in the air till she poked and burst it, freeing the light inside, herself.
"How trapped I felt in that house! I'm finally freeeeeeeeeee," she sang, hopping ahead like a little bird.
He grew alert at that remark. "Trapped? What did he do?"
"Chill. My husband didn't do anything," her referring to that bastard as "my husband" made him want to punch a wall. Getting closer to a candy stall, she took out some moon-shaped, orange sugar candies from the jar, sucking at them aggressively. "In fact, he has nothing to do with me at all. I don't know when he comes, goes, where he sleeps." His racing heart took a break at those words, he felt lighter at hearing that he didn't sleep with her. "That day, that lady, his close friend came home with a present. Forget it, I don't want to talk about her or him. Let's take that ride!"
For a brief minute, her hand sticky from the candy clutched his, dragging him towards a roller coaster that shot upwards.
"I'm not coming," he said, pocketing his hands, feeling the lingering warmth and stickiness of hers.
"Boo, boring!" With that, she skipped happily to the line, her eyes glued to the ride.
The instant the ride began, Ohas regretted not sitting next to her since her skirt flew like Marilyn Monroe's. Naina was too focused on screaming her organs out to notice that everyone below could see her organs. Her black panties with golden stars were on full display and people looked at it as if they were dabbling in amateur astronomy. Ohas himself snapped out of his stargazing, glaring at others who dared to look up at her.
His muscles relaxed when she came down, her face flushed in oblivious happiness as she said, "I'm going for a round two!" Ohas shoved a little girl in a pink frock who was about to sit next to her, taking the seat himself. That made Naina grin. "You couldn't resist this ride, eh? The ride looked fun from below, no?"
Without a word, Ohas placed his hand over her skirt as they shot upwards, one mute and dead and the other screaming and alive.
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Arranged Marriage to Kill Him
Romance"Lie there," he ordered, suddenly cutting through the silence and undoing the top button of his kurta. When she didn't move, still shocked at how she ended up marrying this man, he cocked his head towards the bed. "There." * * * Twenty-one year ol...
