He frowned taking a step back. "Here? In my clothes? You think I took all your clothes?!" he said. "Yes, you told me you can do anything" I replied without any hesitation. My damn mouth shut up!
I realized what I said like an idiot. He looked at me for seconds, I didn't look at him instead I looked down biting my lips. I was looking down at his feet. Only then he came forward. I stopped. breathing. He came more closer to me. I looked at his face, he was already looking back at me. He caught my wrists and lifted them up, I could feel his sensation. What is he doing -!? The next thing he did was push me slowly until my back was completely touching the cupboard. He caged me again. My breath was stuck by his act. Oh god!!
He came closer to me, pinning me against the cupboard, "Hm, I can do anything wife" he whispered. "let me show you" he said. What he wants to show!? No please, save me someone. I looked at his eyes moving all over my face and then it stopped looking at my lips which I was already biting. I was breathing hard. I was sweating badly. He bent down, towards my face and I closed my eyes tightly.
Only then, there was a knock on the door. He tightened his grip on my wrist and cursed looking at the door. Before moving back, he left the hold on my wrist and kept his hands resting on the cupboard. I slowly slipped my hands down. He looked at me for a while and the same I did. The blanket of silence covered the atmosphere. Only my breath sounds were heard cause I was nervous! He was not even moving his gaze from me.
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Finally, He stepped back. I was still in the same position. "I will show you later," he said and went out. God! What did he even want to show? I looked at myself and quickly stood straight. Wait, what about my clothes? I opened the door to follow him and ask but he was already standing out of the door with a bag in his hand. "Here, wear these," he said handing over the bag to me. I checked the bag. "Your clothes have been placed in the wardrobe. For now, wear these" he said and added "By the way, this is the room, where you will stay from today" huh? "Bu-but it's your room" I replied to which he chuckled. "We are married now" he casually told and went away. I got goosebumps listening to his words, especially MARRIED.
I checked the clothes inside the bag. Oh! It's my choice. How did he know about my choice? Or are our tastes are same? It was a cute full-sleeve top with a mini skirt.
I quickly went for a shower and changed into these. Isn't the skirt so short? I pulled it a bit down but it wasn't going. I pouted and looked at myself fully in the mirror, all turning around only to check myself because it was my first day after marriage, and I must not embarrass myself again. He gave me the dress purposely or what? My thighs are full on a showpiece. Damn!
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I went downstairs after being ready, I kept adjusting my skirt. I mean, it's fine but his eyes always roam all over my body. But the fact is, I don't get uncomfortable, I feel butterflies!! Like seriously? If someone else looked at me like this, I would have cased a file against him but he is different!! I look around only to find some maid in the kitchen. I decided to enter the kitchen.
"May I help you?" I asked the maids. They looked at me and then at each other. "No ma'am, sir wouldn't like it," one said. Why would he not? "I am a good cook, trust me," I said and took the items which I would use. I wore the apron and started cooking. I have cooked a lot in the past few days. He would surely like it. I let the frying pan get hot a bit and started to chop the vegetables. I was making crispy deep-fried poppers which he would love, after all, it was my first day of marriage.
After I while, one by one I dropped the poppers in the frying pan, carefully. I didn't realize when the oil became hot, more than it should be. I dropped the last popper into the pan but it made me step backward quickly as the oil drops splashed outside the pan, dropping over my face, palm, and thighs. I screamed a bit taking steps backwards only then I hit someone. Someone standing at the back of me holding my shoulders. I opened my eyes to see and it was none other than my Husband! "You fine?" he asked in concern. I looked at him for a moment when I felt a pain of burn on my cheeks. "uh" I touched my cheeks.
He looked at my cheeks, I further felt his thumbs touching my cheeks. He took a step back and took a whole view of me. "Who the fuck told you to cook?" he said in a serious tone as if he was angry yet concerned. "We need to go to the hospital fast" he called one of his guards and grabbed my palm. Hospital? He moved forward holding my palm but I stood in my position, refusing to go. He frowned at me. "Why again to the hospital?" I asked him. "Look at yourself, you have spilled the oil all over your clothes and body," he said and dragged me a bit. "No, I don't want to go" I tried to protest. I know, it's a stupidity but oil drops aren't so huge. I would apply paste and it would be fine. He is overprotective. "Shivangi, please we need to go. No excuses" I could feel he was saying this controlling his anger. "B-but I don't like hospitals," I said. He didn't say anything for a while.
"Bring the first aid" he loudly said and the guards understood their job. He took me to the couch and made me sit.
