✧It all started with a slap✧
╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying...
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He left with his family. I was in the drawing room with Bhaiya and Barkha.
"Barkha, you should go; it is getting late. Uncle and Aunty must be waiting." I reminded her, and she left, saying she would be back tomorrow. Bhaiya was staring at me with narrowed eyes, and I pretended not to notice.
"Go to your room and get some rest; you are going to be very busy with wedding preparations."
"No! I want to talk. Why didn't you say something? When he said he would take care of everything," I said, my tone filled with irritation.
He could have stopped him, and we can handle the arrangement from our end. "Well, I can't argue with my boss, can I?" Bhaiya said it with the same annoyance.
"Bhaiya, he was not here as your boss! He was here as a man who came to ask permission to marry your sister. And from what I know, we are not poor or financially unstable. We can manage, just fine." I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air.
When Bhaiya remained silent, I went on. "You can tell him off in the office tomorrow. Just tell him we will manage, okay?" I said, wishing he would agree and just do it.
"Why don't you do it yourself? Come with me to the office tomorrow and do whatever you want. I am sure he will listen to you. Since you so desperately wanted to marry him." Bhaiya said, mocking me.
I could not say anything, so I just nodded and went to my room. I opened the balcony gate and then locked the door. When the door is shut, I feel as if I am suffocating.
That is exactly what happened when he shut the door. I changed into shorts and a tee before beginning to remove my makeup. His handprints had left bruises on my neck.
Taking a look at the bruises, I notice that my arm, the back of my hand, and now my neck have his handprints from today. A new one for every encounter. I don't know where the next one will be. I closed my eyes and looked up.
After spending a long time in the bathroom and regretting going out that day because of the weather and meeting that moron, I sighed and climbed into bed to relax. I tried to sleep by closing my eyes, but I could not because I was too stressed about everything that was going on.
I looked down at the gift boxes on the floor and reminded myself that I needed to take them with me the next day. So I can give them back to him. My phone's screen lit up, and I saw a message from Barkha.
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Barkha🦋: What was the mark on your neck? That was not there before? I am concerned, Chandini. Are you okay?
Me: What mark? There was nothing around my neck. Do not be concerned about me; I am perfectly fine. Sleep now.
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My eyes were stinging from the unshed tears. I have never had to hide anything from her before. I touched my neck, remembering how tightly he gripped it. All of those unforgettable moments flashed before my eyes. He did all that, so I don't misbehave, and he wants me to respect him.
