Arranged Marriage

~First Night~

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The glowing full moon in the dark of sky, the pool surrounded by fairy lights, the soft rose petals beneath my feet, and sandalwood candles illuminating the light in this large room. And than there is a   presence, overtaking all over this serene view.  A presence making your awareness to another level. A presence taking your mind off all other things. A presence, of a tiger.

There's nothing thriller than watching a  tiger walking in his jungle, his eyes glowy, scary, his moments deadly,  almost silent like a ghost. All Powerful, fearless. And if you heard him up close, you would know the real meaning of fear and terror.

Well, in reality by god grace I have been fortunate enough to not face a situation like that, tiger for real.  Nah! But today, the situation doesn't seem much fortunate enough. The tiger, in its human incarnation is manifesting itself with his strong presence.

Current situation, as I saw my husband stepping inside his room,  now our room,  shutting the door, properly, almost desperately, it made my toes curls, tightened the hold over my knees and  legs pulled more into my core. Even the temperature seemed to be dropped by a few celsius. And may I add, it already was freezing cold tonight!

Bolting up the lock, he stopped, taking his own second. A question stuck to my mind,  Why is he locking the damn door? And on that the already weirdness of being in someone else room, on someone else's bed, that's suddenly is said to be mine now, didn't help but heightened my feeling of eerie newness, strangeness!

A moment later, in a flick he turned around, standing still and  his glowing stormy oceanic orbs froze,  taking a glance of his now bridal-ly decorated room' condition. As his gaze roamed around, glancing red balloons hanging all around, the frills, fairy light, flowery chains, completely filling his once disciplined room, turning into a messy one,  discontentment mirrored in his impulsive blue orbs.  The more his eyes darted, the more they turned darker. Unpleasantly.

He slowly walked inside. He stood near his desk, and  throwed away some decorative items from his once neat and tidy study table and immediately got himself free from Sherwani's scarf and place it there urgently.

And it did made my breath hitched, his impulsive action not helping this moment. I scolded myself for being this nervous. I can stand for myself, no need to worry, I should be the tigress if he is like this!

But his sea rover blue eyes, hearing me just a slight sound in this quiet room, darted on me, made me still, made us stopped.  It seems like he was suddenly aware of another presence in this room. Like he just noticed it's also me here.  Though I bet, due to these florist chains, he couldn't see me clearly. But I can.

It was similar like a situation when tiger hears his prey breathing,  deer's slight moment and immediately turn towards him, move slowly towards him, captivate  him with his glowing eyes that gives no chance for any other moment and finally attacks mercilessly.

Here, his silent steps walk towards me, towards the bed, the anticipation of what's coming up pumping my veins up. Those were his oceanic orbs, keeping me captivated, not even allowing to look away. However, I wander my gaze away.  Despite my ignorance to vivid imaginations, the past memory of that one time, a single time of my regret, came to my mind. The time, I hated to be part of. That one memory that makes me questionable about trusting on any man.  I know Mr Oberoi wasn't a guy who would  take advantage of a situation like this. He wouldn't ever force himself. He wouldn't, I know.

Still my mind warned me. It made me attentive. It made me urging myself to be defensive if needed. It made me question, what if he is one of those who are different in front of family, public, the world and might be someone else inside his own room, with his wife?