Wedding.
The word will always leave a bitter taste in my mouth. I never thought about being wedded. Bound to someone for rest of my life. And here I am, inside the hotel room, staring at my reflection in the mirror, dressed in my wedding dress.
I did one small mistake, of saying a word to him and now I am stuck in this hell. One last try... Maybe I can, escape.
When you know you are going to fail, but you still keep trying, that's what desperation makes you do. I don't want to give up. Not yet.
He will catch me, I know. But at least I would give a fight, before my independence is permanently taken away, forever.
Taking a deep breath I peek outside the window. It's a good thing it's only first floor, maybe if I jump... No I don't want broken bones.
I shake the thought off my head. The only thing I can do is make a rope out of my dupattas and they go down.
His goons usually keep an eye on my every movement but I can not see them anywhere near right now. Taking that as an opportunity I quickly tie the end on one pillar and one around my waist.
You can do it, Tripti.
With that I slowly drag myself out of the railing while holding onto the wall for support, and steadily drop on the ground with a thud.
"Huh", I release the breath I was holding. Removing the dupatta off my waist, I waste no time to searching for an exit.
He's rich, handsome, tall, whatever a girl could dream of, but I don't want him. To be honest I don't even know why he wants to marry me so bad in the first place.
I try to find the exit but all I see is boundary of the huge palace. After twenty minutes or so I end up finding the reception area, the receptionist eyes me for a split second before her eyes widened.
Oh no. Run.
I shouldn't have gone there!! But nonetheless I got the exit! From my rear view I watch her call someone, and my pace quickens.
There's no way the main gate would be open, and there will be guards! But I don't have any other option. So I took my chance. Maybe I can convince them?
I run on the boardwalk but then I see the gate and pathway unusually isolated, paying it no mind I run for the exit.
But before I could touch the metal gate, I am pulled aback.
"Where to my sweet fiancée?"
His voice always sends chills to my body and his rough embrace doesn't help either.
I shiver down at his words and he holds me firmly there. In his arms, his scent evading my senses- no!
He was too fast for my liking.
They I turn my head to look at him, hairs in a mess, forehead glistening with sweat, but face stoic and cold. Then I look over and see ten or so black cars along with his goons in black behind him.
I gulp. Then I look up at him. His face is devoid of any emotions but his eyes tell me otherwise. For someone who doesn't give a damn about human existence, my escape sure affected him.
He takes a step back not before taking a hold of my hand and making me sit inside his car. We drive in silence. I was twisting the fabric of my lehenga and kept my eyes down, not ready to face his wrath.
He on the other hand, he was exceptionally calm, even after catching me and knowing about my escape. He should be shouting or so I thought. But he is not. Why?
I don't care! Or I shouldn't. But I do.
He follows me until we reach my room. As expected, my rope/dupatta was sprawling in my room, he knew it before the receptionist called him. He knew I would escape, he knew it.
I made a fool of myself. Once again.
Once inside the room I turn my head to look at him. Then he speaks.
"You can try all you want, in the end...", He steps closer and I take a step back, "I...", He holds my chin in his hand, I shiver and shut my eyes close, "will always find you and make you MINE." He speaks in my ear, making my eyes go wide.
He is toxic.
And with that he leaves. I slam the door shut and drop on the ground and cry. I haven't cried since my first periods, but today feels hundred times worse than that day.
Where have I gotten myself into.
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