His Slave (Shivika)

~18~ To The Marriage

"Shivay Anika." I heard Dadi ordering us. I ran down where Dadi, Rudra And Bhavya were waiting for both of us. Shivay joined me and we both went down together and took blessing of Dadi.

"Today all four of you have to go to my friends marriage this evening." Dadi said as I saw Shivay getting annoyed and thinking about a good excuse.

"I don't want any excuse. You have to go as a couple and attend the function." Dadi continued, "And be ready in just an hour. Especially you Shivay, you take more time than ladies to get ready. Setting those hairs.... choosing the correct coat ..... correct and so on." I chuckled upon his statement and saw Shivay getting a little furious so I held my laughter.

"Dadi I will go and get ready." I said and ran towards my room in hurry so I don't lack time.

I took out one of my best pink dress embroidered with gold and silver gifted to me by Dadi. It has a broad rim of thick velvet. The dress had peacock embroidered on it. It had a blouse of similar texture. And with a dark blue stole it was all perfect for wedding.

I put on my blouse. But as I was about to put the hooks, the skin on my back started burning due to touch. I winced in pain and lost hold of it. Suddenly I felt something cool over the burn and I looked up to see Shivay caressing my back.

"Why have you came?" I asked him hurt. "You have only given me this pain to me. Then why are you worried for me."

"I have given these bruises, therefore I am healing them."

"Why in the first place you give them?" I asked.

"Because you know what, unless you are punished you won't get disciplined my slave. You Should know to be in your limits." He said and put the hooks of the blouse.

"And yeah... I don't want any nonsense in marriage. You cannot interact with anyone. Just be with me. And of all the things don't ever tried to be with a man. You are just my slave. You don't have permission to talk to men. Get it."

I couldn't speak anything but just nodded with an unwanted grin on face. He went out of the room. And tears dropped from my eyes. Where the hell I have got myself stuck? Till when will I be like this?

I was crying upon my fate when I saw the clock hands reaching twelve as I wiped my tears and put the makeup on it to fake.

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