"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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When I wake up, I'm confused. I remember that I'm not even in my room. I attempt to get up, wanting to go about my day.
But I feel long arms around my body, holding me down. It feels... nice. I snuggle up against the warm body, closing my eyes and attempting to fall back asleep.
My ass presses against something hard. I frown, confused. I jerk awake when I realize who I'm against. And whatmy body is against.
I look beside me, realizing who I'm next to. Ajay is sleeping, peacefully, with one arm pinning my waist down, the other arm I just moved.
Oh fuck... I think as I recount the events from last night. I slowly remove Ajay's arm from my waist, not wanting to wake him up. He shifts a little, but not waking up. I sigh, getting up to go and find some clothes.
About a week ago, my mother helped pack all my items to be shipped here. I look around the room, and find a door, which should lead to a closet.
And a closet is what I find. And not just any closet, a huge, walk-in one. I had my own walk-in at home, but this one is the size of my old room, which is saying a lot! It takes a lot of self-control for me not to jump around and squeal like a kid at Disney. All my clothes, plus a bunch of new ones, are all on one side.
Ajay's are on the other, but he seems to have a smaller collection of just tuxedos and casual wear.
I pick out my outfit, ready to go for a run. Instead, warm hands wrap around my waist, turning me around. I quickly break away, looking up at what I see with a frown on my face.
"Not even a good morning? We're married now, you know." It takes me a moment to adjust to what I'm seeing. Broad shoulders, a lean, muscular body, and long, strong legs that are toned and perfect.
I shake those thoughts out of my head. Even last night in the shower, when I thought of Ajay, I felt a sense of regret and shame. Ajay isn't someone I can ever have true feelings for. He's hurt me too much in the past for me to do that.
"Listen, just because we're married now doesn't mean I like you, okay?"
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Or up against me." He smirks, arms crossed, and I'm sure that he can sense my blush creeping to my cheeks.
"Ajay, just let me go shower and change."
"Alright. But, we have a get together tonight. My cousin Veena is celebrating her birthday at some hotel in San Diego." Not even 24 hours into our marriage, and we're already going to an event.
I nod my head, turning around as a signal for him to leave.
After he does, I bury my head in my hands, wanting to stay like that forever. I have to stay married to this man? This is so unfair. Sudden rage courses through my body. All my life, I've never had the chance to make my own choices. I've never had the chance to live my own life. I love my family, but I was always the one fixing things up between my parents, or my siblings. Whenever someone needed something, it was me.
And even after all of that... I still never got to choose who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I start to cry, covering my mouth. It feels relieving, crying and letting everything out. Why couldn't Ajay have been nicer? Why did he spend his whole life making mine hell?
I sink to the ground, pulling my knees to my chest.
