°• Book 1 in the unexpected marriage series •°
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"They tried to hide their feelings with silence but they forgot that their eyes spoke too..."
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"I'm a mess at times, and there are days when I am a lot to handle", she cried...
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L A S Y A
I was pissed, super pissed at Sam for making me wear a hell ton of jewellery and lehenga. I felt as if the jewellery would suffocate me, the heavy damn choker covered my entire neck and my nuptial chain wasn't even visible because of it.
I felt so dizzy with the tight hair bun, long veil, heavy jewellery and make-up and I swear I would pass out any second. It felt itchy all over my body.
I cursed under my breath, trying to call Sam and the bastard wasn't picking any of my calls. I knew that he was doing it intentionally to annoy me. He was aware of the fact that how I'm against heavy outfits and jewellery but he decided to have fun at my expense.
Yesterday when I rang him up and informed him to arrange a reception outfit according to my mother-in-law's preference, the sly fox was over the moon because he'd finally gotten the chance to get back to me.
So he decided to get me wrapped like a mannequin in his heavily embroidered golden lehenga with matching jewellery.
But there had to be a trouble in paradise and it was the deep neck. Apart from that I was quite happy with his choice, since he decided to give full sleeves.
My mehendi-clad hands were stained deep red, and the amount of teasing I'd received from everyone was insane.
Like, how can the stain of Heena decide the love of your husband, the stain is dark because of my body temperature. Grow up y'all!
But my eyes zeroed on the small initials engraved on my ring finger. The small 'M' which rested there had a certain heaviness filling my chest. He wrote his name with the heena and I didn't even stop him, like I fool I was enjoying his closeness.
Shaking my head I tried again but all in vain. Completely irritated I decided to call Prit but before that, my eyes met those deep brown orbs through the mirror.
His eyes were dilated and his gaze was so strong and deep enough to pass a shiver down my spine.
The previous night's events flashed in front of me and they were enough to snap me out of the daze. I was never a fan of any physical contact after that particular incident and avoided them as much as possible, if not for some occasional hugs.
But he had the audacity to cuddle me in sleep and not only that, he touched the strand of my hair. How dare he?So yeah! I kicked his nasty ass out of the bed. He deserved that though!
