Her Soft Hearted Psycho Husband

The gift by god

I signed the paper. I think there will be no commitment, no hope of a new life; everything is gone. Since my childhood, I dreamt of being a mother—the head of the house, a lovely wife who dictates her husband and lets him dictate some rules too. But once again, everything got destroyed. Maybe God hasn’t written such things in my fate. Maybe I am meant to be a demon’s slave.

I have always been a normal Indian girl who fantasized about bangles, jasmine, and sindoor more than sex. I never tolerated anyone insulting me, but now I am helpless. My father’s life is in his hands; I cannot risk his life anymore. I cannot tolerate the guilt. My heart has become numb with all the heartbreaks. Just because I signed the divorce papers doesn’t mean I am not committed to this marriage. We never got enough time to build a relationship based on love, amidst all this chaos. But he is a gentleman, unlike me. Everyone loves me in the beginning, but in the end, I always give them trouble. I don’t know why these eyes never get dry.

I heard someone shouting outside. When I went out, I saw a yogi with a plate. I offered him food. He ate it, and whenever he took a morsel, my heart filled with peace. These yogis say everything in a different language, yet many of us understand it. I took blessings from him by touching his feet. He gave me a rudraksh. It looked damaged and scary; it even had iron nails hammered into it.

“It has crossed many hands and torment to reach yours. Please clean it and let it reach Shiva’s feet at Rameshwar,” he said, looking straight into my eyes.

“Within one year, God will fulfil your greatest wish. He will give it at your feet, and you must offer His gift again at His feet. Don’t forget to give the ashes to the Rameshwar pandit. Ashes have the ability to reform,” he said. I couldn’t understand. I thought he was just blabbering because of the summer heat.

I heard a car sound. Abimanyu got down from the car.

“What, fools gathered? Is he your classmate?” he mocked.

“Ha ha ha. Fooled only by the love of God. Not every pet of yours is going to pet you, Sita. Some animals destroy you. Om Namah Shivaya,” the yogi said and left, laughing.

“Which pet is he referring to?” Abimanyu asked.

“I don’t know,” I said and walked away.

I went inside my room. I never knew all the memories we captured could vanish within hours. I heard a door opening.

“Don’t feel too much…” he started to say.

“Please leave me alone for a few hours. Though we weren’t lovers, we took an oath holding each other’s hands and tried our best to fulfil that vow. This relationship means something to me,” I said.

“In many photos, I am the one who stood beside you, and I am the one who made love to you, slept beside you every night. No worries of cheating on the husband you decided to divorce in a day,” he said, mocking me. My pupils dilated at the shocking revelation.

“Why shocking, baby? He will be sedated. So what changed if I was the one who made love to you? Weren’t you satisfied? That coward won’t sleep without drinking milk at night.”
I watched the situation unfold in front of my eyes—shock after shock. My husband’s entry from the secret security room increased my disbelief.

“Don’t worry, we’ll do a lot after he dies. He will be coming next week. Then I’ll kill him. We will marry and make umpteen babies,” he said—then noticed my eyes were not on him.

I fell to the floor crying. “I thought you wouldn’t come…”

Hearing this, a proud smile appeared on Arjun’s face.

“Have you heard? She is my girl forever—” Before he could finish, a bullet pierced his chest.

Suddenly he grabbed me by my hair, put the gun on my forehead and said, “I don’t need someone’s property. Ask your men to enter the security room immediately, otherwise she will be shot dead.”

Everyone obeyed.

“Please don’t shoot him! Please, please, please. I’m the one who asked his assistant to inform him. Please don’t kill him. I am the cause of every problem. Kill me. I don’t want to live after being the cause of everything.”

He pushed me against the wall, crushing me. “Tell me one single thing I didn’t fulfil for you. From the orphanage to the "LOVELY CAGE"—everything, everything I did as per your wish. But you destroyed all that by marrying this hag,” he said, breaking my world once again.

“If I die, you’ll marry another person within a year and call that marriage holy,” he whispered, each word stabbing my heart.

“She’s my girl forever,” he said, and shot Arjun in the forehead.
Suddenly the security room exploded. After that, I don’t remember anything.

When I woke up, I saw a doctor. She asked me what happened, beta. I started blurting out whatever felt like a dream.

“I loved a businessman… but he died. I feel like everyone around me resembles him and his words. I saw a bad dream in which… in which…” My eyes started pouring before I could finish.

“Chup!” a loud voice pierced the air.

“Nothing happened. You’re fine. Wipe your tears. And sleep,” he said, coming closer, while I watched the doctor pick up the empty syringe—the drug already inside my body.

Why did you leave me abi look everyone is competing for your girl but the one to whom I offered myself left me alone. You loved me but chose death,why? Didn't you love me? Look I became a thing for men to fight. Take me with you. Save my dad abi. You know he hates my choice but you became exception. I used to think why but now I understand not all men are like you.