Discordance

Chapter Five

"WHAT. THE. FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Abhimanyu demanded when he heard her giggle next to him. She was fucking enjoying this? What sort of game was she playing? He had been dragged over to stand next to her by a laughing Shefali Bhabhi and he hadn't had a chance to look at his to be bride, not that he cared or wanted to he muttered to himself.

So when he heard her giggle he felt his anger boiling over and he couldn't help but ask her what sort of game she was playing. Somehow his words caused her to whirl around and Abhimanyu for the first time in his life felt out of sorts. He felt unsettled as he looked at her, she was pint sized compared to his 6'2, small and petite, her cheeks were round and full as were her lips but it was her big beautiful eyes that made him stare at her for a long while, longer than society accepted probably. She looked young, way too young for someone who was marrying him and he had to make a mental note to ask his mother her age, she couldn't be more than 23, why in the fuck was she marrying him?

Beautiful eyes?? ABHIMANYU WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? His conscious yelled at him and that finally made him break his eye contact only to find her eyes again in shock when he heard another giggle come from her mouth, a dark pink painted mouth. Her entire outfit was some shade of pink and even her nails peeking out from under her lehenga were painted a shade of pink. He hated pink! He hated everything about this woman, down to her sparkly eyes.

"What is your problem?" he asked so sternly that somehow this took the smile off of her face and Abhimanyu felt a twinge of regret. No relief, it was relief. He hated seeing her happy especially when she was doing everything in her power to ruin his.

"Why didn't you respond to my texts?" she had the audacity to question him. HIM! Who the fuck did she think she was?

"I don't have time for your bullshit." He scoffed and instead of being afraid of him she merely rolled her eyes at him, driving him insane.

"Tell me why the fuck you agreed to the marriage?" he demanded but she simply grinned and drew her, what looked like really soft pillowy lips, into a pout as she blew on her nails probably to rile him up. Who was he kidding? Her mere presence riled him up anyway.

"I would have told you before but O great Almighty Dr. birla was 'busy' so now I'm not in the mood to tell you" and while Abhimanyu knew she was baiting him, he took it hook line and sinker. He grabbed her arm to turn her around to face him and she flinched before pulling it away hastily, what an actor, Abhimanyu thought as he saw tears fill her eyes. She was going to make a scene and cry now when he had barely put any pressure into his touch, was she this fragile? Drama queen.

Her sleeves went all to the forearm so he couldn't quite tell if he had indeed hurt her or if it was all an act, his bet was on the latter though.

"Stop acting, I didn't even touch you that hard." He said bitterly but she merely looked down, smoothing the skirt of her lehenga and Abhimanyu hated it. "Look at me when I am talking to you" he demanded, where was all of this coming from? He never raised his voice above a certain decibel, he was never rude. He almost always kept to himself and only responded to when someone asked him a question, even his family but for him to act like this towards a stranger was batshit unhinged for him.

His demand was met because she suddenly looked up at him with anger flashing in her eyes "I. hate. You" she gritted out "Monster" she said before turning her back to him to smile at some of the guests.

"Well Miss. Goenka, I hate you back." He murmured in a low tone knowing that she had heard him when he saw her back stiffen. The back of her top was bare and he could see each notch of her spine. She was too thin, he muttered to himself before he jerked himself out of it. What did he care if she was thin or not? Not his circus, not his problem.