ARJUN'S ROOM:
Today he was exceptionally happy and was taking extra efforts in getting ready. Since, today is the day he will finally be meeting his wife after 2 days 3 nights.
Today he was feeling like his heart was blooming like a flower in the spring after being washed away by autumn.
He wore his light blue shirt with white pant, put his best cologne and black shoes. He took all the shopping bags that he has purchased for her closed ones in her village and ran downstairs.
Without even having his breakfast he ran out of the haveli, just like a lovesick boy. He took the car keys from driver and drive the way out of the haveli.
He was all smiling thinking how she would be looking after 2 days.
How stupid it may sound but for this man it was his reality which he just can't seem to figure out yet.
MEANWHILE IN RIDDHIMA'S HOUSE:
She just came out of the bathroom which was just secured by a veil while wearing this:
She was drying her hair with a small towel while zoning out, thinking something deeply. She was just too lost that she didn't even heard the screeching sound of stopping of a car.
She flinched hard when she felt someone's hands hugging her from behind. She started struggling but calmed down when she saw the person's image in the mirror that was hanging on the wall in front of her.
They both had an eye contact through the mirror and she was the one to look away first.
He turned her to face him by holding her with her shoulders while she was looking at her feet and was playing with her pallu's end.
He was mesmerized and was smiling unknowingly by looking at the beauty in front of him, she was looking like an angel to him in a light pink saree with still wet hairs while her nuptial chain was adorning her neck, but his smile got vanished when his eyes fell on her empty hairline.
That red line of vermillion was missing, which was enough to make his nerves to pop out.
Why the hell she is without her vermillion? Is she trying to show others that she is single? Doesn't she know that I own her?
I am her husband, and she only belongs to me and only me!!
His possessive side got kicked and hold on her shoulders became tight as steel making her to wince in pain. The towel in her hand fell on the ground.
She looks at his anger filled eyes with her innocent eyes and started struggling to come out of his hold.
Seeing her struggling just added more to his anger.
Is she denying his touch now? How dare she??
Riddhima: J..Ji c..chodiye mujhe d..dard ho rha h
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
Not my wifey
Romance--: MATURE STORY :-- This story is based on the concept, where rich, literate and upper caste people used to suppress and torture the poor, illiterate and innocent ones. Riddhima (18 years), an orphan and illiterate village girl who was being forced...