His Innocent Wife

Miss to Mrs.

Nisha's pov:

"Get away from her." I immediately recognised this voice and my slowly dripping consciousness was back to its so frightened form.

Slowly raising my head a bit from the pillow, I looked over at the door to see my father, her head covered by her saree was my mother, Pramukh ji who is the unofficial head of our town and a few more people standing around.

"What happened beta? Why is your head bleeding?" My mother ran over to me as soon as she saw the cut on my forehead.

"Uh...noth... nothing." The tension in the air as well as the pain of my forehead made me stammer.

"She ran over to the main door and stumbled upon the stairs. That's what got the cut." That guy in the black suit and tie spoke on my behalf.

"What were you doing with her, alone?" Came Pramukhji's voice.

"Excuse me?" He exclaimed.

"I asked what were you both doing together, alone in this cottage, completely drenched from head to toe?" His voice grew larger as well as everyone's eyes.

"I would really appreciate if you could lower down your volume. As far as your questions are concerned, we are not alone in this cottage. My driver Ram, he is also there with us. He has just gone to fetch the first aid kit from my car. And of being drenched, not only us, but each one of you is completely drenched because of the heavy thunderstorm. So if you are thinking that if you elder to me and you'd speak anything and on top of that, I would keep a finger on my mouth and listen to you, then you are wrong Mr." That guy argued with Pramukhji.

Of all people, I better know than to argue with Pramukhji. And, I was pretty sure that this wasn't going somewhere good.

"Shut up you. And you Sharma ji, I'd really like to know what all is happening here. Because, I am not very much impressed to see your daughter in such a state with a young man." He said, pointing at my father.

"I don't know what she is doing here." The red, anger filled eyes of my father were adding more to my misery.

"What the hell you were doing with this man?" My father took large steps towards me making me shudder in fear.

"I ASKED YOU SOMETHING!" He shouted, gripping my elbow so tightly, that I immediately sat right up on my place, whinning in pain.

"What the hell are you doing? Can't you fucking see that she is injured?" That guy tried to losen my father's grip and eventually succeeded in pushing him back.

"I don't fucking understand what's the matter with you guys? I explained you the whole situation. How can you think so low of anyone, not just us?" He shouted with equal persistence.

"See her lover. He even dared to push Sharma ji. This proves how much love they have within." One of the men mocked us.

"Enough of this nonsense Sharma ji. You and your daughter have always brought disgrace to our town. She is always ready to challenge us and our culture. Last time I spared you, but this time she has proved how characterless she is. I won't appreciate such things in my town."

"What nonsense are you speaking? And of all people, being her parents, how can you even hear such things about your own daughter?" That man said, looking at my parents. I dared to look at them only to see my mother lowering her head and my father still throwing draggers at him.

"Hari, get my rifle. I'll end this thing right now, right here. I can't let this characterless girl, have her bad influence over other girls of the town." Pramukhji shouted.