My husband hates me

Chapter 3

There was a thud. As the door to her room opened, he stood there, in the sherwani. Her face was covered by the ghungat as she glared at him through it, how could she imagine her life with that man? He was a murderer, a person who had killed his sister. She believed he had no heart, truly a heartless monster.

He walked towards her with confidence, his eyes set on her like a predator ready to attack. She clutched the knife in her tightly, if it came to that she would murder him herself. She had a plan, a few years ago she was always in survival mode, but now getting back to it, it made her question her life.

This man had the power to destroy her life, he could ruin her, but Seher knew she couldn't give him the power over her anymore. 

"Seher. Seher. Seher", she heard him say his voice mocking like a villain in the last scene of every movie. She felt like a victim as she brought her knees to her chest protecting herself. Her eyes looked at his silhouette as he sat on the bed, his legs touching hers, she wanted to crawl back but she knew how much they loved the chase.

He could be a sadist.

She could hear his sister's cries, as she begged for his mercy, he didn't listen to her once. All men weren't heartless like him in the village, they had a heart, she knew many men who had supported their sisters and family.

The trauma made her tremble as she felt the tears drop one by one, she couldn't control it. She was getting a panic attack, his presence was scaring her. He was like a monster in fairy tales, the wolf in Red Riding Hood ready to end her life.

Her hand was pulled out as she felt a rough hand caressing it, his touch extremely soft her hand felt sweaty because of the jewels and his touch. She felt like he could read her thoughts, he could smell her fear.

She wanted to surrender at the very moment but knew how it could end. So she kept her steely presence, but couldn't help but flinch when he slipped a ring on her finger.

That was the mu dikhai, he hadn't seen her face and slipped the ring on her finger. What could it mean?

She felt his breath close to her, he was scaring her, intimidating her, killing her without doing anything. Seher wished she could take the first flight back to her home. Be a teacher and live her life normally, this was something she never wanted.

She felt the veil being lifted and she closed her eyes, as bright light fell in her eyes. Her safe haven behind the ghungat was gone as it rested on her head, she could feel every muscle on her face tremble as her eyes fought not to cry. She opened her eyes and met his dark brown ones, his eye were unreadable.

He was gazing at her with such an intensity, his hand touched her cheeks as he looked into her eyes. This would have been a romantic moment if she wasn't scared of him.

"You are extremely ugly".

Seher was taken aback by his cruel words. His unexpected comment was like a dagger to her already anxious heart. She had braced herself for many things, but this was not what she had anticipated. His eyes, so intense just moments ago, were now filled with a mockery that cut deep.

She felt a lump in her throat, struggling to hold back tears as she tried to maintain her composure. Seher had been through a lot in her life, but this humiliation was something she hadn't prepared for. She couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rise within her. This man, who had already demonstrated his heartless nature, was now adding insult to injury.

"Below average", he continued as he pulled her face closer to his by her chin, her eyes teared up as her resolve broke.

"But these eyes of yours are extremely rebellious, I have killed many who dared to defy me", he said in an authorative tone, warning her. He was taking revenge, she had rebelled against him during the haldi ceremony and now he was extracting revenge on her.