"I fucking love you Priya" he shouted.
"I'm get...ting m..arrie.d, a..bhi", I stammered.
"Exactly baby but not with that asshole" he said huskily near my ear.
Suddenly room was filled with hundred of his men who were all set with weapons.
...
"No- nothing" Abhimanyu stammered. Fuck! he said too much in his emotions. The murderer is still open he can't tell anyone the truth yet.
"Stop lying goddam. I'm your fucking wife. I know whether there's something or not" Priya shouted in anger. This guy was seriously getting on her nerves now!
" Oh, now you realised you're my wife. I hope you remember this when trying to marry this asshole."
"He's not an asshole. You're an asshole. He's my best friend and the person who supported me when I was thrown out of the house just because some bitch decided to say so."
" She's not bitch Priya," Abhimanyu said in anger. How could she! " She's my sister".
"Oh yeah right!" she said.
After that, every single person left the room leaving Priya alone in her thoughts.
Should I tell him?
Should I reveal who murdered his sister to everyone?
Will anyone believe it?
Leaving her thoughts aside she decided to take a rest and prepare for Mehendi.
Next day
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Priya POV:
My Mehendi, as well as sangeet, was arranged together to make the Wedding quick. Looking at Abhimanyu, I knew one thing that he was up to something which is not so good. For Mehendi, we will have it in the morning and then in the evening, we will have Sangeet.
Fuck! I don't know who the hell made so many rituals. It's true that every person enjoys the wedding except the person itself who's a wedding it is.
"Chalein?" Veer asked as we were supposed to come together this time.
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(Priya)
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(veer)
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(The boys)
And here he comes with his so-called- Royal ass.
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Fuck the decor done by Veer's father is so damn good.
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The music started and the party began.
Abhimanyu POV:
My Sultana looks so pretty and royal in that outfit. I was busy admiring her when a heard a whispered voice near my ear.
"While stop admiring my fiance and tell me how to make her your wife," Veer said.
What does that even mean?" Dheer asked.
"Arre guys, Mehendi hai!" he explained."Groom's name is written on the bride's hand to mark her and that name has to be found on the wedding night in the bedroom".
Something stirred in me when heard the words 'Wedding night' and 'bedroom'. I zoned out thinking of ways to make her scream my name when a finger was snapped in front of me.
Zooming around I found all of them smirking as if knowing my thoughts.
"Hawwwwww..... Abhi bhaiya. You naughty naughty!" Rudra said and they all laughed.
Fuck! I glared at them in anger and they all gulped their own saliva.
