Kashvi : A forced bride's tale | +18

~Ch 13~

Kashvi's POV:

I entered the room slowly and moved towards the bed. I crawled up and sat on it silently, not before fixing my dress and veil a little enough to cover my face.

My eyes roamed around the whole room and the little idea I got about this closed place surrounded by four walls is that through the view I could get from behind the translucent veil was that; it was much bigger than my actual room in my father's house. 

The walls were painted in off-white colour and had grey borders giving a dark wattpad aesthetic vibes. The curtains were of white colour and they were quite thick and beautiful. The room had furniture whose colours matched the vibe of the room. It was big and gave an aristocrat vibes.

But it didn't feel like home!

It was indeed beautiful but not cosy. It was gorgeous but not homely. It had aristocracy but not comfort.

It had a great colour combination but not the peace a person gets in his/her own home.

It had a smile on its face but not happiness in its heart.

It had life but still it was dead!

Just like me…probably yes!

The only noise which can be heard inside this room was probably the clock's ticking sound and a distant sound of a hindi song playing. The lights in the room were switched off and only the burning candles were lighting up the room by sacrificing themselves.

An unknown fear ran through my veins and arteries. What if he tries to force himself on me? No no no, it can't happen. I am only Rohan's and no other man can touch me. Ever and ever.

I visibly shivered when I heard the door opening and a tall figure entered the room. The dim light of the candle flames fell on his face and his side profile came into my view.

His sharp facial features were glowing in the dim light. He had sharp jawline, long eyelashes, pink full lips, sharp nose, and his eyes were slightly shining which were probably - probably grey in colour. He was wearing a white shirt which was stuck in his body due to sweat giving a perfect view of his muscles.  In short, my husband was hot and handsome but not more than my Rohan.

He looked at me for once and headed towards the washroom and closed the door. I heard the sound of water running and I understood that he was bathing. I closed my eyes and kept it over the head-rest . 

My eyelids were hurting after the whole hectic day and the only thing my body now craves for is sleep. But, a strong fear is running down my spine continuously. What will happen if he tries to force himself on me? No no, I will not let it happen.

My chain of thoughts were broken by a click sound. I turned my gaze towards the washroom door as I saw him coming out but I instantly regretted it. The vision in front of me threatened my eyeballs to fall from the sockets as he was standing in front of me completely shirtless and just wearing casual pyjamas.

What a shameless man he is!

But he has got nice abs.

Focus Kashvi Focus! You love Rohan and only Rohan and not anyone else.

I immediately turned my face towards the opposition direction and closed my eyes. A strong smell of unfamiliar cologne reached my nostrils mixed with the smell of the scented candles and jasmine flowers. 

I slowly opened my eyes and glanced beside me and saw him picking up the pillow from the bed. I looked at his face and tried to understand his motive. He probably felt my gaze and looked towards my face. Unexpectedly our eyes met, and- and somehow I found a similar grief, guilt and pain in those grey eyes.