"If you want this marriage to work... Just remember that I'm the one in charge."
Meheera Varma isn't your normal girl next door. In fact, coming from one of the most important gang families in the world has made her quite far from normal. Since she...
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The mansion outside is beautiful, but not mine, nor will it ever be. I try to step outside, but I end up almost tripping and hurting myself.
As I'm struggling, a large hand is in my view, and I reach to take it.
"Thank you," I say. I hear a grunt in return, and I roll my eyes.
"I can't have my bride injuring myself when we haven't even tried to have a child yet." I almost trip for real this time, to shocked at his words. Stupid lehenga! I think to myself.
When I don't respond, he coughs, stopping so I reach up to him. He places his fingers on my chin, forcing me to make eye contact with him. The sudden touch brings an unwelcome shiver to my skin.
"You know we have to eventually breed an heir to appease our families, Meheera," the sound of my name coming from his mouth brings another shiver, making me want to launch myself into the grand fountain that lies ahead of me.
"I... I know. I just can't think of that right now." I turn away, lifting up my bigger-than-life skirt, walking towards the mansion.
"C'mon, chitti, you don't have to be so shy to ask for help. I can help you with the skirt." I cringe at the old nickname given to me, meaning short. That was one of the things that always made me feel insecure. Growing up being permanently 5'2 in a family that's 5'6+ is not a good look. Of course I got my mother's short side of the family's genes.
"I'm fine. Just lead the way, lambu." I see his expression falter at the childhood nickname I've given him, but only for a second. I gave him the name when he was 14, and me 10 because he was over 6'0 by then, and he was quite shy back then. His family found out about the nickname, and they haven't let him live it down since.
But all the fun is gone when we enter his house. The realization that I won't be visiting my old home for a while, because they live 4 hours away, and with all the business and money they have to deal with, it will be a very long time before I can even go back to my old home. But, I will be seeing them tomorrow night. After that... we will all be busy.
With each step I take upstairs, I wish that I could fall down, and maybe that could make me wake up from whatever hellish nightmare I'm in.
