Kashvi Rao never planned to get married, and it was never her choice. However, when she finally agreed to marry, it was to the man chosen by her parents.
There's nothing inherently wrong with a parent-arranged marriage, but when the man her parents...
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I saw him holding the door of the stall of the shower and I was standing naked inside.
Naked.
I frowned but he was looking at my eyes and not at my body.
I thought I would think about the cloth later and started the shower and I did not think that he would come inside. Even in my wildest dream.
"You know, I know that you have fetish for looking at naked women and especially the one who is taking a shower but you could have wired as we just got married you know." I said while keeping my one head on my breast and closing the shower from the other one before I put that hand in the front of my pussy, trying to hide it but it was not at all useful.
And my attempt to act cool, I don't know how long I can act like his presence does not affect me.
"I also know that you have fetish for roaming naked around your husband but you will like to wait." I saw my clothes in his hand and I thought to mess around. "Will you wait?"
"Did you check my suitcase?"
"Practically no but I did see your dildo."
"What do you mean? Was it kept at the top?'
"So you have a dildo?"
That means he was lying about seeing that dildo in my bag.
Well, what can I say? A woman's gotta help herself. But now I feel more embarrassed than before thinking that he trapped me in his trap. I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear trying to appear strong.
But I don't know what happened because he was standing outside the stall one moment and the next moment he was in front of me holding my face and inspecting it.
"So you were hiding it with the makeup." I saw him grinding his teeth as he spoke those words and I realized that my makeup was removed and the mark by my father's slap was visible.
"What?" I asked as if I didn't know what he was trying to say because I was least interested in talking about that slap.
"Drop the act and tell me who did this."
His voice was so serious that it made me shiver but I will blame it on the cold due to my wet and naked body.
But was I ready to listen to him? No.
So I shook my head in no way to speak up when he left the bathroom in a hurry and I followed him back to the room without thinking about the clothes.
I saw him sitting on the bed with his laptop and he was typing on it furiously. I stood in front of him. "What are you doing?"
He looked up at me from bottom to top and said. "Watching the whole damn footage of the wedding to know who dared to slap you."
"You are joking right? Why would you waste your time on watching the whole damn footage of the marriage just to know who slapped me."
