"The difference between an ordinary marriage and an extraordinary marriage is in giving just a little extra every day, as often as possible, for as long as we both shall live."
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As Myra showed me mine and Atharva's room, I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise at the sight before me. The entire room was decorated beautifully, adorned with flowers, candles, and soft lighting. The atmosphere was romantic, almost dreamlike, and it felt surreal to think this was my new life.
Myra giggled, breaking my trance, and teased, "Bhabhi, you should change before Bhaiyaa comes back, because trust me, he won’t let you sleep tonight."
Her words made my cheeks flush, and she handed me my phone, saying, "Bhabhi sa, I’ve put the rest of your things inside. Here’s your phone."
With that, she left, closing the door behind her. I sighed and decided to check my phone. To my shock, I saw ten missed calls from Vikram. My heart sank.
Before calling him back, I thought it best to remove the heavy jewelry I was still wearing. I quickly took off the elaborate pieces and made my way to the balcony for some privacy.
The night air was cool against my skin, and I took a deep breath before dialing Vikram's number. But to my frustration, the phone didn’t even ring.
Panic began to set in. "Why isn’t Vikram’s phone ringing? What should I do now?" I muttered to myself. After several failed attempts to reach him, I decided to send a voice note instead. But just as I was about to record, someone snatched the phone from my hand and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me back inside the room.
It was Atharva. His grip on my arm was so tight that I winced in pain.
I let out a pained gasp and asked, "Atharva, what are you doing?"
He let go of my arm but then roughly grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look into his furious eyes. "Don’t even take my name with your dirty mouth. Call me Kunwar sa," he spat.
I nodded meekly, and in an instant, he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. My heart raced as he approached me, his eyes burning with anger. I tried to back away, pleading, "Please, don’t do this."
He chuckled darkly. "Why? Are you planning to run away with your lover, leaving me behind?"
Tears streamed down my face as I cried, "You’re misunderstanding. There’s nothing like that. I just... I just wanted to... Now I’m married. I don’t care about him anymore."
Atharva ignored my words, unbuttoning his shirt as he loomed over me. "Let’s do things like a married couple, then."
There was nothing but anger in his eyes, and I realized he was far from being in his senses. He climbed on top of me, his hands forcefully tugging at my blouse, pulling it down from my shoulder. He began kissing my shoulder roughly, his lips pressing into my skin with a painful intensity.
