ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ [ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ]

meeting his parents

The next day went by quietly for both Nikita and Mayukh. Mayukh had spoken to Esha and Sid and they had insisted, not just agreed, that his Mom and Dad stay with them. Now, he just needed to make one other person aware of this update, but she wasn't even answering his messages and now her messages weren't being delivered. He tried calling but her phone was just ringing.

He got the house cleaned and the extra room cleaned and arranged and spent the day with Esha and Sid, who both noticed his mind being elsewhere and partially knew that there's something going on between Mayukh and Nikita, but they wouldn't ask him until they had solid evidence about it. Esha, on the other hand, knew that Nikita had something to tell her but didn't know what it was. There was something which had scared Nikita which made her lose her smile and keep her guards way more high than it needed to be. She wanted some girl time to talk to her. Sid, as well, wanted to talk to Mayukh to find out what's going on in his friend's head. By now, Armaan and Mayukh's school friends had become very close to Esha, Sid and Nikita; unfortunately that included Riya, who Mayukh didn't want in his house; and they were all currently sitting together and watching movies at 10pm, when the door suddenly rang.

Esha went to open it. "FINALLY!" She said out loud. Nikita smiled and gave Esha a hug as she entered the house.

Nikita POV:

Nisha Didi dropped me off at 10pm after spending a good weekend with her. She was headed back to India tomorrow and I was quite happy that I got to be with her. Now, I was nervous being back here because I knew what would follow; but I let my mind not overthink.
He doesn't care Nikita, you saw him get cozy with that other girl, he's moved on.

I entered inside and was engulfed in a hug by Esha, which I smiled and reciprocated. She led me in and I was greeted to 5 other people in hall. My eyes scanned the hall and I saw Mayukh sitting there with his eyes fixed on me. I couldn't read his eyes. He seemed angry, calm and concerned. I looked away and saw the same girl he was hugging near him.
See, I told you Nikita, he couldn't care less.
I covered up my pale face with a smile and greeted everyone and sat next to Armaan.

"Where were you bro?" He said.
"I had spent the weekend with a friend who was in town. She's flying back tomorrow."
"I thought I saw you in university that day, but you didn't see me."
"Oh, Yeah I didn't see."
We continued talking while I noticed him just not glance once.
Did my absence really not bother him at all? What were you thinking Nikita? He doesn't care. Not even a little.

Soon enough, everyone said their goodbyes and I noticed that girl hug Mayukh and I looked away and walked into the kitchen before I could see more. After a while, everyone went to their rooms. I also went to mine and closed the door and went to change. I took a nice, warm shower and came out in my baggy top and shorts when I gasped seeing Mayukh sitting on the bed, with anger in his eyes.

"Y...you?" I asked, frozen in place.
He got up and walked closer to me and pulled my towel, and me, towards him and threw my towel on the bed.
"What...are you doing?" I stammered, while my hands rested on his chest, trying to push him away.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer such that I lost my balance and fell on the bed, with him hovering above me. My heart was beating faster than ever and I felt butterflies.
No Nikita. Stop.
"Where were you, wife? For a whole weekend?" He said, while touching the water droplets that fell from my hair to my neck. I grabbed the bed sheet tightly as I tried to speak.
"I..I was..with a.. friend.."
"You couldn't text me once to let me know." He said, coming closer. His hands were now playing with the hem of my top. My eyes widened.
"Wh...why do...you care?"
"Why do I care?" He said, his eyes fixed on mine, "You're my wife, half or full, fake or real, broken or not, you're my wife."
"No. I.. I'm not." I looked down.
"Oh really." He said, smirking looking at my hairline, "then why do I still see a bit of red on your hairline? Pati hone ka ehsaas chahiye?"
"What?" I didn't even realise that a bit of sindoor has stayed in my hairline, but I washed my hair regularly, how did I miss it? "I... I don't know... it just... I'll remove it."
I said and I directed my hair to my hairline but my wrist was caught by him, who pinned it near my waist.
"We'll see how you remove it." He said, his hands were now sliding up my top as he touched my bare waist, where my mark once used to be. He looked at me and smiled, "It's all gone."
I nodded and he pulled me up so we both were standing.
He was about to walk to the door when he suddenly turned, pinned me to the wall and looked at me with dark, intense and angry eyes. "Don't pull this disappearing thing again. Mujhse bura koi nahi hoga."