The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 5

Two years ago

I entered the lounge where the guests were sitting with my family. It was just a couple and their son. I greeted them nicely.

My gaze fell at the man who was there to court me. I was meeting him for the first time.

He also looked up at me. He didn't smile nor did I. My heart beat raced at the little interaction and I averted my gaze to his parents who was asking me to sit with them.

Both his parents very kind and affectionate. I talked to them. They made me very comfortable otherwise I was a nervous mess few minutes ago.

"Ehan! What are your plans for future?" My father asked him. His name was beautiful just like him. He was a very handsome man.

"Right now I am satisfied with my job but I might change my job after a few years" And then he spoke in his deep manly voice. I got lost in his voice. His voice was very attractive. I glanced at him. He was talking to my father respectfully.

Thankfully we didn't get a chance to talk in solitude. Previously I wanted to discuss a few things with him but now I was a nervous mess. I knew I wouldn't be able to talk properly.

In a few days, our parents fixed our wedding date. I was finally getting married after graduating in fashion designing.

During our engagement period of few weeks, he didn't try to communicate with me. I was expecting a phone call or at least a message from him but it never happened. I had heard about the courtship period but experienced nothing.

With a heart full of hopes and wishes I entered in his life. I was sitting in his room at his parents house. He lived alone in the city and his parents lived at their house in the nearby city with their daughter.

Ehan was only son of his parents. He was the middle child. His elder sister was married in the same city his parents lived and his younger sister was doing her graduation.

Both of his sisters and cousins made me sit comfortably in his room and bit me farewell when he was standing at the door.

He locked the door behind him and walked to the bed side where I was sitting. He sat down near me. I made a little distance between us so I couldn't be nervous in his close proximity.

"Aslamo alaikum" He greeted in attractive voice.

"Walekum salam" I replied meekly.

"Mehrbano!" He called my name and my heart fluttered in the air.

"I expect that you know exactly the expectations I have from you. My mother assured me that you are a nice woman who would be a good wife to me.

One thing I want you to always remember is that never discuss our personal life with anyone not your parents, not my parents. Whatever happens between us should stay between us!" He gave a brief lecture to me.

"I will try not to disappoint you!" I muttered.

He talked about his expectations and didn't give me a chance to talk about my expectations from him. He directly asked me to change my clothes.

I didn't like the way he talked with me. Though he wasn't disrespectful towards me but I wasn't impressed with the choice of his words he used to lecture me.

He took his clothes from the cupboard and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came into the room dressed in his night suit, I had already removed my jewelery.

I opened my suit case and took out what was lying at the top. When the cold water touched my skin, it soothed my mind. I was nervous to go into the room dressed in a black nightgown.

In the room, he was lying at the bed. Only the blue night bulb was illuminating the room. I slowly went to bed shyly. He turned towards me as I sat down on the empty space.

His hand undid the knot of my nightgown. My breath hitched when he moved closer to remove my gown.