The Bride's Bargain

"Hey, where are you going?"
"Are you blind, my dear husband?"
"Look, you can't go out at this hour, especially on our wedding night."
"Oh, hell no, mister. These pillows and blankets are for you."
"This is my room!"
"Excuse me?" exclaimed my newly wedded wife.
"I'm not going anywhere. This is my room."
"Okay, fine by me," she replied with a twisted smirk, walking toward me in her black dress. It covered her entire body, yet it was enough to tease me.
She stood in front of me, looping her left hand around my neck while the back of her right hand caressed my cheek. The little smirk on her face told me she was aware of the effect she had on me.
"If your mother asks me about my absence in YOUR room, I'll tell her how I had to find a private room since her son couldn't satisfy me enough."
I grabbed her by the waist, and in a minute, she landed on our bed with me hovering over her.
"I never knew I had a kinky husband." came the vixen's reply.
"Oh, you know nothing about me, sweetheart." I choked her neck in a firm yet gentle way, careful not to hurt my bride on our first night, while she lay there like the goddess she is. "Mind your words next time. And remember we're not supposed to meddle in each other's lives."
For a moment, I saw a flicker of hurt in her eyes before they returned to their cold gaze. In an instant, she flipped us around, and now she was laying on me.
"Mr. Dhruv Dhawan, you are my business, and I solely own you, legally and rightfully."

Of course, I was hers legally and rightfully. She had bargained for this marriage with her grandfather to save her parents' legacy, but it didn't make the sting of knowing I was part of her strategic move any less painful. This is The Bride's Bargain.