What Lies Beneath

Chapter 2

-Present day

Misha's p.o.v

The sounds of chirping of birds were coming clearly from the windows outside, along with the sunlight flashing strongly on my closed eyes. I nibbled on my dupatta, trying to hold on to its frail warmth, causing a noise to arise from my bangles fluttering over each other as I pulled its corner to cover my face. Preventing light from falling on my sore eyes but it was futile.

I was feeling heavy and jammed due to the bridal gown I was sleeping in, laying stiff for the whole night in one position. With every turn I've taken on that sofa my whole body felt nothing but ache. And this tiredness only grew till the sunlight successfully disturbed my already fragile sleep.

With my eyes shut in pain I sat on the sofa for few minutes. Then shifted in the shadow of the curtain and placed my head on the backrest of sofa, breathing tiredly.

I had barely stayed there for a minute when a knock was heard on the door. A weak voice followed after it, "Sir, madam's suitcases have arrived."

I heard the words clearly, the voice calling out for Ishaan and waited for him to open the doors but he was sleeping. And it seemed he didn't hear the voice as it called again.

"Sir, madam's suitcase has arrived, where shall I put them?"

As my mind started responding to the senses I realised even if he would be listening, he isn't going to open the doors for my stuff. The knock came again and I finally stood in my headstrong sleepy state to open the door.

Who is going to care for it? It was my stuff after all.

Stumbling half way as my sore eyes peeled painfully. I opened the door of the room and there stood a servant with his head low, hands holding a blue coloured bag that indeed was mine. My lips curled into a small smile.

The servant's head moved up to say something, but his lips sealed instantly. He looked shocked as his eyes met mine before he averted them immediately. I blinked in confusion, unknown of how to react.

"Sorry for the delay madam. There was heavy traffic last night." He finally mentioned breaking the silence.

"No- it's fine. Thank you for bringing them."

"I shall take my leave."

The servant looked hesitant before leaving quickly as I stared at his back confused, until he vanished from my sight. I rubbed the back of my neck tiredly. He seemed as if he'd seen a ghost.

Do I look like a ghost?

He didn't act rude but I still felt rejected. Nobody is welcoming me anyway, I really felt like I was imposed on the family without their admiration, not forgetting to mention my own husband hates m--

Ishaan...

I shivered as the flashes from last night came to my mind. The mere thought of it made my mood gloomy and now I felt scared to enter back in the room. I twirl a little, he was still sleeping as his eyes were shut.

I decided to act strong, even if I fear him, I'm not like others who'll keep crying over a small misconception. Though he didn't listen and try to overpower me by his masculinity but I'll show him how strong can feminism be.

Wait, what the hell am I even thinking?

Dropping my thoughts I grab the handle of my bag and drag it inside. Placing it near the sofa where I spent my night on, I stood there hopeless now. What else could I do? Husband has strictly forbidden me to use anything from his room and I'm already surprised how he still let me sleep on the sofa. Luckily I wasn't thrown out from the window, it's quite huge and I can easily be thrown from it. The height can surely break my legs if not die, so I prefer staying away from it.