The Corporate Monster ✅

R E V E A L E D

Krithika had never been more dishonored. She trusted her daughter to do the right thing, and for the faith she put into Krithi, she had been shamed.
Her daughter was underneath an half-dressed man, pretending to be unaware of her Minotaur of a mother standing five feet away, practically blowing steam from her nostrils.

"Krithi!" She hissed, as her future son in law entered the room. The balding middle-aged man gasped at the scandalous sight in front of him. Manik wanted to rip his fiancé's throat to pieces for the cheap act.

Manik grabbed Krithika's hand, stopping her from doing any damage. "This marriage is off." Manik said, scowling at Krithika.

The woman gasped. For all the things she had done for her daughter, she had bring shame upon their family.

Manik exited the room without another word, and Krithi was so overjoyed hearing the words, she could've kissed Sai. Except, she reminded herself that she was kissing Sai. It was getting rather heated,  and despite the fact that her heart belonged to her dead husband, she couldn't help feeling an attraction to the hunk of man above her.

"Krithi!" Her mother hissed agin, dragging her out from under the man by her hair. Krithi winced as she faced her mother, Sai standing right behind her.

Thank god! She hasn't seen my scars yet! Aniket thought, and moved towards his clothes. One minor thing he didn't notice, was that in the urgency of the moment, Krithi had ripped his clothes to shreds. Aniket covered the scar on his abdomen with his forearm, unsure of what what to do about his back.

"I thought so highly of you! But, you've ruined our family's reputation. How am I supposed to go out into the streets again?" Krithika sobbed. She didn't know how to punish Krithi, has she had never had the need to.

"I told you I didn't want another marriage. You forced me into this, so you deserve it." Krithi reasoned, folding her arms over her stomach.

Aniket was still scratching his head, deeply concerned that Krithi would come to see his visible scars and would recognize him for who he was.

"Krithi, how many times do I have to explain to you?" Her mother pressed. "This society doesn't accept widows. Especially widows with children. I was trying to protect you." She cooed.

"Protect me?" Krithi screeched. "Forcing me into a unwanted marriage is not protection, mother. It's basically pushing a non-swimmer into a well and expecting them to learn to swim!"

"Well, you survived the first time. I think you'll survive this time."

Krithi put her hands up, overcome with emotions. "I don't wan to hear it, mother. I'm done with your games. I have a steady life now and I want it that way. I never want to see you again." She said, trying to usher her mother out.

Her mother teared up, having enough of her inconsiderate daughter. Her eyes widened as she realized the man standing behind Krithi. "Do you love him?"

"Ma—

"Answer the question."

Krithi closed her eyes, exhausted. She just came out of an engagement. She didn't want a relationship, no matter what the society thought about her, she didn't care. Men cannot be trusted. And at the moment, she only wanted to focus on raising her sons to be excluded out of that category.

Yet, she knew her mother. Krithi will be dragged into another showcasing the very next day, and her mother will try to hand her over to another man, as if she was a mere goat she was selling for profit.

If Krithi said she did love him, she and Sai could figure something out later. She knew Sai loved her—whether it was true love, she did not know— and she knew he wouldn't oppose to marriage with her.