Saving You

23.

Shradha was looking at the large mirror in front of her, wondering whatshe had become.

She's put up weight certainly. Two years as a married woman, her body has changed a lot. She's gained some healthy weight, curved up at all the right places. She'd give credit to her amazing sex life for the hormonal changes in her body.

Two years ago, right after college, she was underweight. Barely weighing forty five kilograms. But right now she was fifty eight. Maybe she was well fed here thanks to her strict diet plan of her mother-in-law. Or she was more peaceful than she was two years ago.

But then she laughed to herself. She hasn't known peace to be sure how peaceful felt like.

She splashed water all over her face once more before exiting the bathroom. She had so much thoughts running through her brain. So consuming that she was slowly giving into the voices in her head.

She was tired. It felt like she had no purpose to live anymore. She felt like a toy that everyone used and tossed around and got rid off whenever they got tired of her.
Yesterday she got to know that even her mother was against her. She truly felt alone in that world.

She wondered if Aditya would get tired of her as well. Her body could no longer stay this desirable. Soon she would age, she would become unappealing to him and he would find her boring. Just like Karan found Mrinal boring and went to fuck other women.

Mrinal stayed in this house because of her children. Because she was the mother of Karan's children. But Shradha did not have that advantage as well.

Mrinal's words rung in her ears again. "Lay down and pray that you get pregnant."

Was she ready for that? Shradha didn't know the answer to that.

But tonight she her mind was fixed on thing.

She slowly walked to the closet, skimming her hands through her clothes trying to choose one for the day. Her eyes caught sight of the black chiffon saree and her deep neck blouse. She remembered wearing it the first time Aditya ever took her. It was a night to remember where she lost her innocence to him.

She touched the fabric trying to remember how it felt like that night, slowly slipping into that memory.

She was scared of what was going to happen tonight. She stared at her reflection in the mirror taking off her earings and putting it aside on the table.

Tonight she was publically photographed with Adithya and they were announced as a couple to the world. He had arranged a small ceremony for that where business magnets gathered around and celebrated their union as if their own when all Shradha wanted to do was go and hide.

She thought about the incident that happened today. When one of the guests tried to hug her inappropriately and placed a kiss on her neck. Adithya tore him out of her and beat him bloody until he passed out. She was shocked but it was not the first time that she saw him hurting someone right infront of her.

The first time it was her father. This time a stranger. The only common thing was they both tried to touch her.

She gently ran her hands through her neck where the unknown man had kissed. She felt dirty and disgusted. Shradha was too focused on staring at her neck in the mirror that she didn't see the large figure standing right behind her.

Strong hands cupped her bare stomach through the saree from behind and she let out a gasp at the cold touch. Her skin lit up with pleasure at the touch of those rough hands on her sensitive naval. It was then that she started at the mirror wholly to find Adithya standing behind her, holding her in place while staring at her through the mirror deeply.

She didn't know what emotions he had but she saw the red blood that tinted his white shirt from beating the man from earlier.

Seeing Shradha's hands on her neck, Aditya's attention went from her face down to the spot where the man tried to assault her. Suddenly the hold on her stomach tightened and she winced in pain.

"Is that where he kissed you?" He asked in a voice so low that Shradha shivered. She could only nod at that.

Adithya waited no more as he leaned down above her shoulders and started kissing her neck. He was rough as if trying to mark her as his own. Shradha winced and tried to wriggle out of his grip but he held her tight by the stomach. And everytime she would protest, he gave her stomach a squeeze making that protest turn into moans of pleasure.

Shradha was experiencing such a feeling for the first and she stared at their reflection in the mirror. The sight was erotic and she couldn't help but tilt her neck for him to give him more space. He sucked and nibbled on her skin while she closed her eyes in ecstasy.

When she opened her eyes, she saw him staring at her with a smirk through the mirror. Heat rushed down her cheeks and she bowed her head in shame at being caught enjoying his touch.

He pulled her towards him more closer making her back hit his chest. She could feel something hard against her ass but she didn't dare to find out what it was.

"You are mine Shradha and tonight will be the last time any man other than me touched you." He whispered making her press her tights together at the reassurance.

"Please." She whispered trying to say something that she thought she would never say.

"Please what, my wife?" He smirked once again.

"Please... Please fuck me!"

Shradha snapped back to reality when the room door opened. Adithya entered with a few files which he tossed on the table. He didn't see her in the closet. She immediately shut it and got out of the closet.

"You are early today." She pointed out making her way to the door. Since he came early today, her plans were not going to work.

"I got out early. Shall we go out for dinner tonight? How about Italian, your favourite?" Shradha stood rooted in her position gaping at him. This was the first time he had told her they'll go out to eat.

Also how did he know that Italian was her favourite?

"Wear that black saree." He smirked at her before disappearing into the washroom leaving Shradha dumbfounded.

The man who spoke to her a while ago certainly is not her husband.

What just happened?