𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐞

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

POV : BHUMIKA

"Aarav, I love you!" I whispered, looking into his eyes filled with hope and uncertainty. Today, against all odds, we became husband and wife. I couldn't imagine what had finally changed Aarav's father to allow our union, after the endless battles our families had fought.

As we entered our wedding night, a mix of anticipation and confusion flooded my mind. The room was decorated with delicate flowers, their fragrance mingling with the soft glow of crimson candlelight painting patterns on the walls. But amidst this beauty, something felt amiss.

"Aarav, why didn't you respond?" My voice trembled, searching his face for the warmth and reassurance I had always found in his eyes. Instead, a shadow seemed to cloud his features, a darkness I had never seen before.

Drawing closer, he kissed me tenderly pulling away all my questions with him, he held my face with his gentle yet rough hands, all of my confusion went away with his single touch when I realized he has been holding onto my right breast passionately, "Ahhh" a soft moan emerged from inside me. I know it's a bit awkward, but his touch makes me vulnerable. He gently pressed my breast before holding my face with both of his hands to kiss me, his mouth and tongue was as sweet as it was in our college days, and his refreshing breath just takes my breath away. We both were moaning softly while he took right hand off my face and slowly went down inside my lehnga, we haven't changed our clothes yet. He gently went through my abdomen and hit the right spot. He gently grazed my clitoris with one of his fingers then slid it inside me. "Ummhhhhhh", I moaned wildly. While we were kissing, I slid my hand down through his athletic yet aesthetic body, his chest and abs felt like rock, as if he would endure any hit upon them. I slid my hands inside his pants after unbuttoning him. He was hard as fuck. I could feel the veins upon his boner, and it was dripping precum. On the other hand, his hands were making me about to orgasm. I was moaning uncontrollably while he was using his fingers inside of me. His hands were very gentle, the hands which every girl dreams of, my boyfriend, no, actually my husband is blessed with those. I came on his hands in my lehnga. But at this moment I don't care about the piece of cloth that comes in between us. He looked into my eyes while we took our hands out of each other.

We kissed again and this time even more passionate than before. He leaned a bit backwards looked into my eyes, his voice low and filled with an unsettling resolve. "I will make your father pay, Bhumika."

My heart skipped a beat. "What are you saying?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, fear creeping into every syllable.

"He is the reason my mother is no longer with us," Aarav continued, his tone sharp and filled with an anger that chilled me to the core. "And now, I have you. You are his weakness, and through you, I will bring him to his knees."

"Aarav, this can't be true," I pleaded, tears welling up as I struggled to comprehend his words. "My father would never..."

"I blackmailed your father into allowing this marriage," he interrupted, his voice cold and detached. "And I will use you to destroy him."

With a forceful push, he turned away, leaving me standing in stunned silence. My mind raced as I fled to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Trembling, I sank to the floor, tears flowing unchecked. How could the man I loved, who once cherished me with such tenderness, now speak of such vengeance?

My eyes fell upon a gun lying on the sink, its presence a haunting reminder of the night's unraveling. Desperation gnawed at my soul, yet even in my darkest moment, I couldn't summon the courage to end it all. Hours passed in a haze of confusion.

When I finally emerged, Aarav lay asleep, his features softened in the moonlight. With trembling hands, I approached the bed, the weight of his words heavy in my heart. In a moment of agonizing clarity, I raised the gun, my fingers upon the trigger.

But as I stood over him, poised to act, a wave of uncertainty washed over me. Did I dare confront the man who had shattered my world with his words. I pulled the trigger.