His Wife Of Forcèd Fate ✓

Chapter - 6

Next Morning

His Pov.

The morning light gently filtered into the room, casting a soft glow in the room. He entered quietly, his steps gentle, and his mind occupied by the events that had unfolded since their forced marriage. As he glanced around, his eyes landed on her form, asleep on the couch.

There she was, lost in sleep, her features relaxed in the land of dreams. He couldn't help but notice the way her chest rose and fell with each steady breath. The room seemed to hold its breath in her presence, as if even the air recognized the fragile state of her emotions.

He stood there, a mix of confused feelings stirring within him. It was a sight he hadn't expected, and for a moment, the cold facade he had carefully maintained was removed. With a sigh, he removed his eyes away and He needed to hurry and freshen up before she woke up, before they were thrust back into the reality of their circumstances.

As he headed towards the bathroom, the image of her peaceful sleep present in his mind, a fleeting reminder that even in the middle of their complicated situation, moments of simple peace could still exist.
he also realized that dismissing her presence entirely might not be as simple as he had hoped. That he ignoring her total presence might not be possible.

Her POV

As she stirred awake, the unfamiliar surroundings for a moment left her surprised. For a brief moment, her eyes roamed around the room, her mind struggling to know where she was, . Then, the memories flooded back - the wedding, her being left by her groom, the forced marriage, and the strange room that was now hers.

Her heart sank as she realized the weight of her situation. She had hoped that sleep would offer a temporary escape from the reality she had been thrust into, but the truth remained unchanged. And as her eyes moved to the empty bed beside her, the reality of her unknown husband's absence struck her again. The fact that he didn't return to his own room because of her made her more uncomfortable not knowing how to became less of burden on this man.

Just as she was trying to gather her thoughts, a sound from the bathroom caught her attention. Her breath hitched when she saw him stepping out, his body glistening with water droplets, the towel slung low around his waist. Her face red with embarrassment as her mind struggled to process the unexpected sight before her not knowing how to react.

She felt her heart race, caught in a storm of conflicting emotions. She wanted to look away, to give him his privacy, but her eyes seemed glued to him. The awkwardness of the situation enveloped her, making her momentarily speechless and unsure of how to respond.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as her thoughts raced. Should she say something? Should she remove her gaze?The seconds stretched on, each one increasing her unease. In that moment, she wished for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. It was as if her carefully constructed mask of indifference had crumbled in an instant, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

As he headed towards the wardrobe without paying her attention or even a glance, she finally found her voice, though it came out as a barely audible whisper. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her embarrassment evident in her tone. "I should have... I didn't mean to..."

She struggled to find the right words, her cheeks still burning with embarrassment. The room felt suffocating, and she couldn't shake the feeling that her attempt to make herself invisible had failed miserably. In that present moment, as she struggled ed with her own shame, she hoped that he wouldn't read too much into her reaction - a reaction she couldn't quite understand herself.

His gaze made his way briefly towards her, his expression unreadable as he seemed to register her unease. His voice, though devoid of any warmth, cut through the tension that was in the air.

"Stop wasting time," he said bluntly. "Get ready quickly. We don't have all day. We have to go downstairs"

His words were commanding, a reminder that they were stuck in this marriage together. It was clear he didn't want anything to slow them down, not even her discomfort. Without waiting for her response, he turned away and focused on his own tasks.

She felt a mix of relief and frustration. His words were practical, but his lack of understanding made her feel even more alone. She hurried to gather her things and get ready, the awkward moment still fresh in her mind. The memory of him in just a towel stayed with her, leaving her feeling flustered and unsure of what to do next.

A little while later, she came from the bathroom, her hair still little wet from a quick hair wash. She had changed into a simple blue saree, its color of peace a total different from the range of emotions she was going through. The saree clung to her body modestly, a symbol of tradition in the midst of the awkward situation she found herself in.

Stepping down the staircase and entering the hall, she found herself surrounded by a sea of relatives. The atmosphere was alive with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Her eyes scanned the room, and there he was - her husband. Yet, his attitude was one of complete indifference,as her presence or absence didn't made a difference to him and held no significance, as she was no one to him. The feeling was mutual; she reciprocated his lack of interest. She herself wasn't interested.

As they stood in the middle of the present relatives, it was as if they were actors in a play, putting on a performance for an audience. They exchanged polite smiles and engaged in small talk, all at the same time hiding the deep-rooted dislike they had for each other. The room buzzed with the occasion, but under the surface, a tension between them flowed .

The relatives expected them to act as if they were the epitome of a happy couple, two people deeply in love and excitedly starting on a new journey together. It was a act they were required to maintain, a mask they had to wear even if it felt suffocating. They roamed the room together, their interactions carefully acted to avoid any reality of the truth - that they were essentially strangers forced into a bond of a marriage neither of them wanted.

In the middle of the celebrations, they exchanged glances that held no warmth, and hid their real feelings . The smiles they wore felt like a heavy burden, and the need to keep up appearances added a layer of complexity to an already complicated situation.

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