Legal Obsession

4

Back to the present

Welcome to my world.
 
Disha Pov
 
I woke up feeling the most nervous I had ever felt in my entire life. Oh my gosh, I feel lightheaded right now.
 
I seriously couldn't believe I was about to walk myself down the path of marriage. I was seriously about to commit myself to a never-ending relationship. But at least I was doing it with Mr. Right.
 
Right?  I couldn't help but ask myself.
 
Surely it was way better than the other arranged marriages my parents and relatives have been trying to set me up with.
 
I might not yet be ready for this, but at least my husband-to-be is a hard-working, caring, and handsome gentleman who loves me.
 
I sat straight on my bed, pulling the duvet over my body and resting my back against the headboard.
 
I couldn't help but smile when I remembered how gently he waited for my reply, asking me to take my time before giving him an answer after he proposed to me.
 
Blushing so hard, I pulled the duvet over my head, squealing on my bed. Okay, for someone who couldn't even imagine how my married life was going to be a year ago, I was surely overly excited. I thought about pulling the duvet down and using my hands to rake through my tangled and bushy hair.
 
Atharva was a gentleman, no doubt; it was one of the reasons I was sure of this marriage. He had all the qualities the ladies wanted in a man.
 
For someone who grew up not really believing in love, I guess that was enough for me. Leaning against the headboard, the smile never left my lips as I imagined how my future was going to be.
 
"Cough cough!"
 
I quickly turned towards the door of my room, startled by the sudden voice. I glared as my eyes landed on a smirking Prachi standing by my door.
 
Entering my room, she ran towards me, jumping on my bed and bouncing slightly.
 
"So...." she said, wiggling her brows before continuing.
 
"What were you thinking about?" She asked.
 
Taking the pillow, I smacked her head with it, causing her to pout at me, making me mirror a fake gagging expression.
 
"Oh, common, I was standing by the door for almost 30 minutes." She said she was exaggerating like always, making me roll my eyes at her.
 
"Common, I know there's something; I could see it in your eyes all the way from the door, so tell me."
 
"It's nothing."
 
"Please. " She begged, giving me her puppy-dog look as she pouted one more time. Snickering, I picked up the pillow, smacking her with it one more time.
 
"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked her.
 
"Your mother called." She asked me to help you get ready. She said she was standing on my bed, putting her hands on her waist, and looking down at me.
 
" Hey!  Sit. "  I shouted at her, smacking her with the pillow repeatedly as she giggled.
 
" Girls?  Are you getting ready already? y already?"  My mother asked me to come into my room.
 
"Oh, God, Disha, it's your marriage today, and you are still in bed." Ma said, placing her hand on her forehead and acting dramatic as usual.
 
"Sorry Ma.  I came to help her, but she was busy thinking about her wedding night. Prachi said, making my eyes go wide as I dragged her feet, making her land flat on my king-size bed.
 
"No ma.  That's a lie. I yelled, picking up my pillow and strangling my dearest best friend with it.
 
I turned to look at my mother, who was playfully glaring at the both of us with her hands on her waist.
 
" Ma!  Don't believe her. I gave my mother an innocent look.
 
"Okay, okay, I wonder, dear." But that, oh Lord, was too much for this old lady to handle. My mother said
 
She threw her hands in the air, shaking her head, before scurrying out of my room.
 
Turning to look at each other, me and Prachi snickered before bursting into laughter. Holding my belly, I tried to control myself.
 
" Hey! Enough, both of you; go get ready now. ady now." Ma yelled from downstairs.
*****
 
"Just put the hair into an elegant bun, Prachi. "I'm getting tired already." I whined to my overly excited besties.
 
"Stay still." She ordered, slapping my hands, making me pout as I slumped back into my chair, exhausted.
 
"Turn around a bit." She said so, and I obliged.
 
"Are you done?" I asked as I raised my hands up to my head to starch the itch I felt on my scalp.
 
"Well, I was until you did this." She glared at me, making me pout.
****
 
I walked into the ceremony hall, my skirt in my hands, as I carefully made my way to the stage, trying my best not to trip and fall face flat to the ground.
 
Climbing on the stage, I smiled at Atharva before looking down, blushing shyly at the way he was checking me out in front of the priest.
 
As the ceremony went on, I occasionally looked at Atharva. I couldn't help but thank the Almighty for sending me such a wonderful and understanding man.
 
At first, I was against the idea of this marriage when I got to know I was getting married to one of my dad's business partners' sons.
 
I couldn't help but feel that I was being used by my father, who only cared about business.
 
But after meeting Atharva a couple of times, I couldn't help but feel the respect and adoration I slowly developed for him.
 
I know I don't love him right now, but I was sure I liked and respected him, and I felt secure with him. Isn't that all a relationship is about?
 
After the priest finished talking, he looked at both of us, raised his hands, and blessed us before handing my mangalsutra to Atharva to put it around my neck.
 
And from that moment on, my life started going downhill. I couldn't help but wonder if only Atharva had focused on me and tied the mangalsutra around my neck. Then I wouldn't be sitting in my father's office in front of this arrogant man.
 
I sat down in front of him alone, as he requested that we be left alone to discuss.
 
"As I said before, I won't say much. I just want you to be mine." He said his voice had authority in it.
 
It was as if he was trying to dominate or control me. His eyes dare me to try and resist him.
 
"I don't really know you, Mr. Grayson, but I want to say this: "I am not some kind of puppet you can just control." I said, glaring at him.
 
I tried my best to keep my voice low, knowing my parents were just a door away from us.
 
"You sound like I'm giving you a choice." He replied, his voice sounding more dangerous than before and sending chills up my spine.
 
But I refused to back down, so with all I had in me, I leaned forward towards him, making my voice as authoritative as possible.
 
"But I do, Mr. Grayson. You see, I don't like being controlled, and in fact, I can't be controlled." I said I was throwing daggers at him with my eyes.
 
"Well, sweetheart, you are going to have to deal with it because I control it for a living." He sang before getting up and marching his way towards me.
Placing both his hands on the armrest of my chair, completely trapping me. He leaned in, his face barely inches away from mine.
 
And with a very low and dangerous voice, he said:
"Welcome to my world, princess."