"CONGRATULATIONS MISS... OPPS! MRS. VIDYA RATHORE AND MY BELOVED MRITYUNJAY... RATHORE." He said with a devilish smile and turned off the T.V.
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She sat on the bed, her bridal attire engulfing the entire space, and as I entered, it took me a moment to process that she was now my wife. The woman I never wished being with had become a significant part of my life. As I approached her and cleared my throat, she shot me a glare and I passed a confused stare.
Suddenly, she stood up on the bed, removed her veil uncovering her tired face and snapped, "Suhagrat wala koi scene nahi hai toh chup chap sofe pe sojao." ( There's no wedding night scene, so just quietly sleep on the couch.)
I stood stunned by her words, and the way she ordered me without a second thought. She has a lot of guts to behave like this but I've no guts to tolerate this behavior, I controlled myself. Hume toh laga tha pehle muh dikhai hoti hai. Leave it!
"Sofe pe aap soengi kyuki dikkat apko hai." I replied coldly, moving towards her. (You'll be the one sleeping on the couch because you're the one with the problem)
Before she could respond, I grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto the bed. "Change your clothes," I said softly pushing back my rage, indicating that she needed to get into something more comfortable.
She hurried off to the closet room while I sat on the couch, removed the coat and unbuttoned top three buttons of my kurta. My eyes need sleep and my body needs a cold bath. Suddenly, she screamed "What the fuck! No!"
I rushed towards the closet room in panic, she was standing face palming beside the suitcase. I took a sigh of relief that she's not hurt or something.
"What's wrong?" I asked grabbing her attention.
"The suitcase...didn't have my clothes." She replied hesitantly.
"What do you mean? Does it got exchanged or something?" I asked, confused.
"Umm no! It's mine but it doesn't contain my clothes..." She replied.
"What with the clothes?" I questioned and leaned to open the suitcase but she sat on the suitcase. What the fuck is inside it?
"Stood up Vidya! Stop this drama." I ordered.
"It's not drama. You can't see my personal things." She replied, her cheeks tinted with pink.
"You said the clothes don't belong to you." I remarked with a raised brow. Without waiting for her reply, I grabbed her hand firmly and pulled her up. She tried to resist, but I quickly opened the suitcase. What an embarrassing moment!
"Are you happy now?" She asked annoyingly.
The suitcase was full of colorful lingerie and nightgowns. Shit! I clenched my jaw and shut the suitcase immediately. I left the room, and she followed me outside.
