THE CONTRACT MARRIAGE

13-OGTP

OMNISCIENT

The soothing darkness engulfed her whole. She could feel herself sinking into the world of the dead. She desperately tried to move but it felt as though a huge rock had been placed on her, making her unable to do so.

"You're nothing more than my slave! You can never be freed from my shackles!" The voice in her head was deafening, she knew it all too well. Once again, it was consuming her thoughts.

There and then, she vowed to not let him have his way with her ever again. She felt like a reincarnated soul who was once dead and gone, but not anymore. She was fed up with having to succumb to a monster who had sold her off. Her senses were reawakened and more active than ever.

It wasn't long until she used all the power vested in her to rise from her supine position and opened her eyes in horror. Much to her surprise, she was met with walls painted in different shades of blue. Something about the walls soothed her nerves and calmed her down. Gradually, she took deep breaths as her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the strange, yet mesmerizing place.

She looked around the place, taking in every inch of it. From the proudly standing vanity unit to the epoxy flooring and mini-aquarium that was beside her bed. The blue lights dimmed the whole room, making it look even more captivating. It wasn't until her brain recalled her last moment before she lost consciousness that she came to her senses.

"What?" Sumaira squeaked and touched her body, instantly realizing that her bra was unclasped. When she looked down, she used the last amount of rationality in her to refrain from screaming as several questions ran through her mind.

"What did he do to me? Did he... touch me?" She panicked and rolled out of the bed, thinking it was a normal one but much to her surprise, it wasn't.

"Hello Honcho's enemy, you just rolled out of bed. Are you uncomfortable?" She heard the room echo. It took Sumaira a few seconds of trying to reassure herself that she wasn't dead before recognizing the voice as a computerized one. When she looked at the floor, she became mesmerized by yet another beautiful sight.

It felt as though she was standing atop the ocean due to the epoxy flooring that made everything seem real. She snapped out of her state and rubbed her eyes to get rid of the sleep that remained.

"Who's Honcho? And why am I his enemy?" She asked no one in particular.

"My master is Honcho. And he named you his enemy but deemed on the green light," She was answered by the computerized voice.

"Green Light? What's that?" She asked again, still stunned.

"This means that you're harmless and so, Cherry is not allowed to attack you," Then came the answer.

"Who's cherry?" Sumaira foolishly asked, a huge part of her hoping to hear that it was a dream and she'd be trapped in that room forever. She could swear on her life that nothing had ever appealed to her senses as much as that room.

"Cherry is Honcho's servant," It responded.

Sumaira sat there in silence for what felt like hours, finally letting reality sink into her thick skull. That indeed, she is now a married woman and not only that, she is married to the bad boy who is no one but a spoiled brat living in the shadow of his family's fortune and portraying unprincipled behaviour in the society. All because of a mere contract!