"Am I hurting you Mishti? Does it hurt?"
He whispered against her lips and dug his nails deep into her waist by tightly clutching her close to him. She hissed in pain but her eyes never him thinking deeply about him and how a person change this much...
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"You talk like a book, my friend."
His friend Samarth smirked, folding his arm around his shoulder and making him cringe at himself, as he just finished describing her today's attire.
He just gazed at him and again looked forward to the beauty whom he admired for the last two months, 61 days to be exact!
"How can someone be this gorgeous!"
He exclaimed in his mind and noted to talk to her about her looking gorgeous and all.
"Do the universe a favor, don't hide your smile... . . Mrs.Hriday singh rajvansh".
His raspy voice made shivers run down her spine, she was getting ready for their post-marriage rituals. She was cladded in a red organza net saree with a golden border and was blushing at his freshly passed comment about her. She was just about to depart from their room but stopped by and replied to his praise.
"So it was this smile. The first time you saw it, I knew you wanted to see it for the rest of your life... . . Husband of Anjana das".
Her husband frowned and turned around to take her purse, which she intentionally left for him to carry for her, and followed her. Such a great help from a CEO.
On their way in the corridor of their room's outside lounge, he snaked his arm around her waist and pinched her. She shrieked loudly, causing households and maids to look at them. She just smiled and waved her palm, showing them nothing, and nudged him to get away, but he was stronger than her like in novels.
"Ya mishtiiii... this is not fair. I am your husband and you are bound to stay with me forever whether you want or not".
He whined and stubbornly stuck to her and occasionally peppered her with butterfly kisses on her neck till they reached the living room.
"Am I hurting you mishti? Does it hurt?"
He whispered against her lips and dug his nails deep into her waist by tightly clutching her close to him. She hissed in pain but her eyes never him thinking deeply about him and how a person change this much. Is he the one whom she loved and cherished? Is he the one who she promised to be with? Is he the one who... -the list is neverending.
"Did you know how badly my family suffered? How my parents cried day and night knowing that the person for whom they had been waiting till now would never come home, huh? . Just speak DAMN IT!!! . Such a loser you are yet so masterminded".
She could feel the extreme amount of pain for his family and rage for her in his eyes. She never wanted this. She always wanted to make them happy.
She sighed and stepped back after he jerked left her. Turning around she was about to depart from the room where she was living which was also allotted to her on his order. She was supposed to treasure their bond but one incident, one tragedy, and a horrible night changed it all.
