HIS DARK LOVE

nuptial chain

guys  please bear  with  my  grammar  and  spelling  mistake  becoz  am   very  new  to  english...once  i  finish   this  story  i  will  check  grammar  mistake  

author pov:

Parvathi sits on her bed in her room, wearing a shocked and sad expression repeatedly touching the parting in her hair. Tears flow from her eyes without pause.

"Why are you punishing me like this, Durga Ma? Every girl dreams of her husband. . . I did too. I envisioned my future with Abi. Is that so wrong? " she whispers to herself.

"Why did you allow that wicked man to marry me? I'm terrified of him. He has no heart I don't know what he might do to me. . . Please help me, let me escape from this situation. "

She cries hard until no more tears come.

After a while, a maid enters her room holding a saree and jewelry. Confused, Parvathi asks,

"What are you doing here? "

"Just come and sit quietly," one maid replies rudely.

"No, I won't. First, tell me what all this is," she insists.

"Don't act like a queen just because Adhitya Sir married you. I don't understand what he saw in you even his mistress is better looking than you," the maid snaps.

Parvathi has no response and looks down quietly.

"It's for your wedding night preparations. . . Do it for yourself," they leave the items and exit.

As Parvathi sees the jewelry and sarees, a sudden fear grips her at the thought of her wedding night with him. 

"I would be the happiest person in the world if he married someone else," she says.

She decides not to wear any of it. 

"I won't let him touch me he has no right. Only my Abi has that right," she mutters to herself like a person unhinged.

"Go to Adhitya Sir's room," the maid tells her in shock as she sees Parvathi leaving in her regular dress.

"How dare she ignore Adhitya Sir's command? The nerve of that girl," the maid murmurs to herself.

Adhitya's POV:

"Her frowning face keeps appearing in my mind. . . Why wasn't she happy about our marriage? Every girl should be thrilled to marry me, but that expression on her face hurts me. She looks good with my blood in her hair parting... MY WIFE. I feel genuinely happy to be married to her, but she doesn't feel the same. "

"Sometimes, I even forget that she is the sister of my betrayer. I can't forgive her sister and brother for what they've done. "

I slam my head against the wall. My mind tells me to be cruel, but my heart says otherwise. For the first time, my heart is overpowering my mind. Whenever I see her in pain, I feel more hurt than she does. Her tears are my weakness.

"Sir, Rema is waiting in your room," a maid informs me.

"Okay, I will come. "

With that, I walked toward my room. As I entered, I noticed the lack of light, but the entire room was adorned with rose petals and balloons. The flickering candlelight revealed my bed covered in rose petals. I glanced toward the window and saw Rema standing there, facing outside I couldn't make out her face in the darkness.

I slowly approached her and stood by her side. Today, standing near her felt different an unfamiliar sensation I couldn't quite articulate. Without thinking, my hands reached out to hold her waist, a waist I don't normally touch. I felt a desire to do more, but something restrained me.