The Revenge Marriage

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MEHER'S POV

I am sitting in the guest room and staring outside the window. I am not crying. I refuse to. I am practically homeless. I have a roof until Persis asks me to leave which he will. My father will never take me back. I have shamed him in the society by running away from my own wedding. Darius -my fiance is or was potentially my dad's biggest business client. That was the reason why i was forced in that marriage. 

I should have stood up to him but i never could. My Father was always abusive. Until Persis came in my life, I was weak and shy. All thanks to my domineering Father. I was so scared to upset him that i always followed all his rules. My mother loves me but she fears him more. Persis filled all the gaps in my life with so much love and care. He insisted that i was my own person and soon i was flying freely and achieving things in life. That was also the reason why my Dad suddenly started treating me better. My achievements were something he could show off. I became his trophy daughter. 

Now it is impossible to step in his house. My father doesn't love me. Only the world believes that i am his beloved princess because my Father has made sure that the world believes that he 'OWNS' a happy family. My mother and I have made sure that no one finds out that it's all a facade. A big engineered lie. We dread the consequences of going against my Father. I can take the pain of his abusive beatings and dreadful words but not my mother. I can't make her go through torture on my accord. 

That's when it hit me. What have i done? I impulsively eloped with Persis, making my father so mad. It is my Mother who will bare all the grunt. As on queue, i start crying and howling like a mad woman. Guilt stabs me in my gut as i howl louder. What have i done and for what? None of this is worth it.  

Persis must have heard my loud sobs. He came running in the guest room, worry plastered on his beautiful face. 

I looked at him between sobs and felt my heart beat faster. It was not passion just pure adulterated hatred. I felt so guilty that i needed to blame him. Blame him for putting my mother in such a compromised position. 

I stood up from the guest bed and walked towards him. I needed to fix this. 

"I want a divorce". I said with malice. 

His eyes popped out of its socket. Shock was all over his face. He suddenly curved his lips and smirked like a true asshole, blaring his gorgeous dimples. 

My heart skipped a beat once again.This time with lust. Preposterous! 

"I will sweetheart. Not yet!" His eyes shone, revealing his nasty plans. 

"Not yet? When?" I asked not loosing my anger. 

"When you convince your Father to return my Dad his company. " 

I had already stopped crying. I smiled at his stupid plan. Little does he know that my words mean nothing to my Father. I had fought with him when he cheated his partner/Persis's Dad and stole his business from right under his nose. He betrayed that one person who trusted him with his life. I was so hurt that i had build up courage and i actually fought with my dad. 

FLASHBACK

"How could you do that Papa?  I though you would at least be loyal to your one friend; But no one matters to you. You are the most selfish, insensitive and malicious man i have ever encountered. I hate you". I yelled right at his face. 

My mother gasped at my outrageous words as my Fathers eyes grew red in rage. His palms curled up in a fist and with gritted teeth he yelled. 

"BITCH!" and with that he flew his first punch right in my gut. I squealed in pain but i couldn't stop my words. 

"Give it back to him or we will tell the world what a horrid person you are". 

This time he kicked me hard making me crash with the wall behind me. Then he marched towards me and kept kicking me everywhere. I yelled in pain. My helpless mother tried to stop him from killing me but he pushed her away. My mother was next. He beat her to a pulp until he was exhausted. 

I couldn't go against him. He would kill my mother. My mother was a wonderful person but a weak woman. She would never leave him. She feared life without him more then this life with him. I had tried too hard to change her mind, all in vain. I had to shut up. For my mother. 

After that horrific incident I was in bed recovering for two weeks. I could not tell Persis or anyone what happened. He assumed my absence as my loyalty to my evil father. I had no explanation. I made  peace with my destiny. I had lost his trust. I was his enemy's daughter. I made all the pain and hatred come to surface, just by my mere presence. He wanted me to vanish from his life and i did. 

FLASHBACK OVER

"back to reality baby." Persis snapped his fingers right in front of my face bringing me back to reality. 

"It won't work. my father wouldn't listen to me." I said softly. 

"He will, to save his princess."

I couldn't help but laugh hysterically. What else could i say or do? 

I could see Persis's confused expression making me laugh louder. 

I guess my hysteria made him angry. His lips pursed in a thin line. Anger flared in his beautiful hazel eyes. He walked closer to me and held me harshly by my arms almost lifting me off the floor. 

I stood there shocked and sad. He looked straight into my eyes and whisper shouted. 

"You will go and tell your dad to give us what is ours or i will break what is his. "

He meant me. But i am not my dad's. I don't belong to anyone. Doesn't he understand how alone i am? 

"Or i will break you. I will torture you. So if you want to survive you will come back with the papers and i will sign the papers to your freedom. Now go change. I will drive you to your Fathers dump-hole.GO!"

He threatened me digging his fingers deeper into my skin. 

I yelped in pain. He released me after a few seconds. I rubbed my arms which already were bruised with blood clots on them. He stared at my wound with trouble. He almost seemed ashamed. Within a flash of a second it was gone. He looked straight into my eyes with so much hatred that it shattered my soul. 

"GO!" He yelled like a wounded tiger. 

I quickly ran into his room to get my dress.