TOXIC DATE

WEDDING NIGHT

"Love is not a reason to tolerate disrespect"

IRA'S POV

We are married and our wedding took place privately. With few close people attending without any showoff. I was strictly against a lot of people attending my wedding, I wanted the day to be as normal as it is daily. The wedding took place in the balcony of our house. The special menu for serving the guests with hospitality was golden wheat halwas sprinkled with saffron and sugar, lamb and chicken pulavs, rust-colored gulab jamuns, plump with sugar syrup; rich brown goat-gravy curries, and slivers of roasted silver fish, marinated in lime and garlic.
The moment of my wedding for my Ammi was of rejoicing and enjoying to her fullest. Seeing those happy tears in her eyes made me satisfied that somewhere I was the reason she was happy.

Time Skip

After rukhsati (farewell) took place, the whole family friends and near and dear ones of the Khan family accompanied us to the residence, I was now at the Khan Mansion. Amma is nice but definitely it will take time for me to settle here, but I can't forget my Ammi behind because I got married here. Amma made me look around the whole mansion, she introduced all the working staff to me, kitchen, drawing room, bedrooms. The whole fucking mansion was built in between the woods. The khans lived in the Shadow house, and the people here can easily experience the valleys and views. She felt like an Absolute sweet heart lady in comparison to her stupid and irritating son. Surviving here for few years would be fine, because I can't lie for an eternity. Until then I have to complete my PHD and settle as a professor very soon. My plan of being happy in life was not getting married instead it was getting good grades, grades such that it's enough for me to live my life with all the ease. The only question I answered a thousand times in my mind was that is all this wealth enough to suffice in this place without any suffocation? Staying with a man who loves another woman already is not a decision anyone would have taken in their senses. But I had too, because my mother and her plans were the priority and now this is my reality.

The moment I unlocked the door the first thing I had to do was to get rid of this marriage dress and heavy jewellery. No! I didn't gape at the beautiful large room with a fine interior like normal girls. So without any wait I instantly went towards the large mirror with all the makeup essentials. I was looking beautiful was I up to his standard? Ohh my, why am I even thinking of him! Is it something all married girls think about how their beloved would notice all small details of them. Nevermind, The dress works in my wedding sharara was decent and rich, bangles filled hands, henna work all beautifully decorating my palm, the flowers in my hair, and the dark red makeup...ahhh wholesome bridal look. But this term bride, bridal look has no significance in my life probably, Asher already is committed and I am committed to my work and dreams.

Suddenly a click of the lock behind me, compelled me to frown....he is here for sure. But why will he be not? It's his room, I am the guest here.

The moment I turned around, he stopped midway, that 0.2 seconds of eye lock was the death of me. I quickly turned around and hurried inside the washroom.
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Time Skip

"You changed your clothes?" He questioned me the moment he saw me heading outside in a pair of loose pants and check buttoned kurta.

"Absolutely, how can I just stay in that heavy makeup and jewellery and dress. I had to get rid of it soon" I made a fake smile. He is either dumb or has totally gone nuts, I went inside the washroom in front of him and still he is questioning lame questions, I thought while drying my hair.

I kept the towel on the side chair, wearing my slippers went towards the door..but the moment I was going to click the lock open, I was disturbed by his voice again.

"Where are you heading to?" He stared at me.

"To make myself a cup of coffee" I replied.

"Isn't it too late to have coffee?" He snapped back.

Tf, Was he cross questioning?

Or

Was he trying to build communication.

"I think it's never too late to have a coffee" I replied.
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For the whole time after that I had the coffee, i could feel his gaze averting once in the direction of his laptop and then me. He is breathtakingly handsome, was the very first thought which came to my mind when I looked at him while sipping on my coffee.

"I think you should sleep there on the....

But before he could complete his statement I replied back to him.

"Don't act like the typical husband of a romantic movie or book, by offering to sleep on the sofa. I will adjust there. Tumko tumhara bister Mubarak ho ( Congratulations to you on having your bed for yourself) I replied blatantly.

"Can't you just talk normally, why you have to overreact" He was irked and this was his habit.

"Because people never let me be normal" I replied.

"So in your case it's always you against the world" He hummed.

"Whatever" I replied.

"World doesn't care you frown or stay happy, so stop with that stupid attitude of yours" He said styling his hair with his hands.

"I ain't doing anything to show the world Mr Asher Khan" I almost shrieked this time.

"Don't yell, I don't know what my Amma saw in you, so mannerless" he smirked.

"The one who says is the one who is" I chuckled.
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Something did irritate him this time, because he was coming in my direction. Was he threatened listening to my whole hearted laughter. But I think he is the first person I came across whose male ego got hurt listening to my happy voice.

Before I could process, he already has jumped on bed. And has come quite close to me..making me head backwards. The condition was that, I was unable to breathe.

"Ee..eh..what are you doing?" I spoke with some courage.

"You really don't know what all things I can do to you"

"Huh"

Was he even in his senses. To me, like isn't he already dating someone.

"Don't process us this much in your head, my taste is not that bad, and on top of that...what's there in you even?" He blabbered with a frown on his face.

And the next moment got up , took his laptop and moved out of the bedroom. But he didn't leave me alone, he gave me the tears who were there in my eyes because of him.

I have not only married a man who has an affair, but also someone who disrespects others without even being sorry about it. Growing up we never realise how people around us try to perceive us in different ways and make assumptions about us. Worldly affairs were always bothersome. But how much can one run away from it? This man who is my husband, whom I have married has also become one of the reasons my  self respect is tampered.

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