𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟵

The day went by, it was around five I decided to take a shower. Stripping out of my clothes I soothed myself under the warm water. I cleaned off all, dry skin and dust from my body to avoid any kind of flaws. Roopa's words kept ringing in my mind.

In the morning, Ishaan told me to be ready as we were going to meet their parents at evening.

I tied the towel around my chest and walked out of the bathroom to the room and slipped into the dress. It perfectly fitted on my curves. It was like feather on skin. I already loved it.

With my hair, I decided to let them open plainly to one shoulder. I put a very light makeup as I don't like to cake my face. I applied mascara on my thick lashes and a light shade of pink lipstick. Putting on the black heels I finally give a final look to myself.

I was shocked the woman in the mirror looked different thus I noticed how a little make over can change a person upside down.

I tore my eyes off when I heard footsteps approaching towards my room. It took me no time to recognise who he was because the person already entered in my room.

Ishaan stood by the door with his mouth open. His eyes were as wide as saucers staring at a thing particularly. It must be something behind me. I turned behind but there was nothing to get a shock. It was just a wall but the next second the air got hitched in my lungs.

Idiot he is starting at you! My inner voice yelled on me. I felt my cheeks heating up by his continuous stare. It was getting difficult for me to stand under his intense gaze.

I could feel my heart pacing in a maniac speed. If I would stay for few moments like this, I was gonna pass out for sure.

"Umm, I am ready." I whispered adoring the floor.

"Huh." He seemed confused.

"I am ready, shall we leave?" I said a little louder this time as politely as I could muster up the courage. I wasn't in a mood to bear his grumpy mood swings.

"I will be back in five minutes." He spatted in a cold tone and dashed out of the room.

I sighed on his harsh tone and grabbed my phone and clutch. Making sure there was no trance of a timid girl I moved out of the room before the monster might roar for me.

"You look beautiful." Roopa exclaimed when I walked pass the hallway.

"Thank you Roopa." I blushed on her compliment.

"Best of luck." She gave me a thumbs up, lastly I exited the house. I saw him leaning over the black Mercedes. He wore a casual round neck white Tshirt with leather jacket and black slacks unlike his buisness suit.

He look handsome in his suits but he looks more hot in his casual. Oh hell, what was I imagining. My pervert soul.

He was typing something in his phone totally unaware of my presence. He looked up sensing me standing on a decent distance.

"Sit." He said curtly sliding his phone in his pocket and went to hop on the driver's seat. I silently sat on the passenger's seat and he drive off the car without sparing a glance on me.

The car ride was awkwardly silent. I leaned back on the soft leather seat and looked outside of the window. We were driving mists the crowded city lanes. I saw famous landmarks and shops passing by swiftly. Through my peripheral view I caught him staring at me few times. The feeling was giddy but I made a strong mind to ignore him as much as possible.

Hardly in 20 minutes the car entered the another porsh area. I could see huge stone bungalow in a row though at a great distance. I imaged how the life inside this palace like houses would be.

He stopped a car infront of a massive black gate. I could see guards running to open a gate in hurry. Nervousness again build up in my stomach. I rubbed my sweaty palm on the fabric of my thigh.

He slowly parked the car in front of the house and in a swift moment walked in my side. All this while I gawked at him with aww expression.

"Come out I don't have the whole night to spent here for the service of Her Highness." He mocked through his gritted teeth.

"Don't be a drama queen we just reached." I snorted coming out from the car.

He closed his eyes and muttered something which I couldn't hear. What else can he do? Ofcourse he must be cursing your stupid ass.

He held me close to his body by keeping his hand on the small of my back like a perfect husband and wife. His masculine cologne blocked my senses to register anything that happened within some seconds.

"Control your tongue before saying anything stupid in front of my parents, better you keep quite until we will go back." He whispered calmly but I felt him suppressing his annoyance.

We both entered in the house only to be greeted by a woman with grey hair. She was in her fifties and has one of the most beautiful smile plastered on her wrinkled cheeks. By her appearance she seemed to belong one of the house keepers.

"Good morning Ishaan." She gave a pat on his cheek and for my surprise he returned her a brief but a real grin. Her eyes moved on me , for second she frowned and then smiled broadly, "You are such a pretty woman. I won't be more happier finally he got the best woman beside him." She said.

"Where are Mom, Dad?" He asked her ignoring her teasing state on us.

"In the living room they are waiting for you." She told him.

His grip on me tightened more around me which suffocated my lungs to suck air. Somehow I was successful in maintaining a straight face.

Her words jingled something strange. Was she right or wasn't she aware of the truth of this fake marriage?

The reason I was stuck with him without my consent and definately I'm not the best woman beside him in fact he is the worst person clinging to me.

As soon we entered in the living area I noticed a couple in their fifties. The man has quite resemblance with Ishaan. The same eyes, hairs, nose and jaw line, the only difference was his old body. It was easy to guess that he was my husband's father. His face was emotionless.

I began to sweat profusely by looking at his stony facial features.

Who would save me in the preying presence of the Ishaan family? I kept chanting in my heart and wished I would have swallowed by the earth.