It All Started With A Forced Marriage

Part 2

He ascended the stairs and then stepped inside the room, locking the door behind him.

I shouted in my mind. "Abe niche utar mujhe (put me down)."

He made me stand on my feet. I opened the heavy veil and threw it on the bed. What a relief.

I looked here and there in the room. It was decorated beautifully, as it was my first night with my arrogant husband.

I turned only to bump into him. I looked up and found him already looking at me. I clutched his sherwani and jerked him close to me. "If you are thinking that I will let you touch me and give you all the rights, then it's your misconception," I shouted, and he just gaped at my face.

Wait, his eyes are beautiful. Damn it, I am thinking.

"It's you who is touching me now, girl. I am not even interested in you," he said, jerking my hand and making my eyes widen.

I said, "Go and fuck yourself. I am not interested in you either." I shouted, showing my middle finger.

He didn't say anything and went inside the restroom. I sat there silently on the bed. This dress and the jewelry are so freaking heavy. My outfits, as well as my phone, were all in my house. I completely forgot about my phone at home.

Now, what to do? I sat in front of the mirror and opened my bangles, and then I opened the pins in my hair and then flowers. Finally, after much effort, I was able to open my hair.

I heard the opening sound of the bathroom door, and he stepped inside the room after changing into tracks and a vest. I ignored him and started untangling the necklace, but to my bad luck, it got stuck in my hair.

I tried to open it but was not able to. Damn, it hurts. I turned and found him engrossed in his phone. "Are you blind? Can't you see that I am in pain?" I shouted.

He looked at me with a questioning look. "Ugh, help me. My necklace got stuck in my hair."

He sighed, placing his phone aside. He replied, "You can do it by yourself because I don't want you to say that I am touching you."

I was annoyed.

I raged. "At the very least, they can assist me."

"Wait," his hard tone, ugh, he stood up and walked towards me. He stood behind me. His finger touched my neck, and I shivered and clutched the side of my lahenga skirt.

What the heck was happening?

"It's done," he said, and I turned towards him, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

"Don't expect a thank you," I said, and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I am not expecting anything from a little kid like you," he said, and my eyes widened.

Did he just call me a little kid?

I am not a kid, or am I?

No, I am not!

I am 19. I am freaking 19, and he called me a kid.

Ughhh, Ughhh, he freaking insulted me.

I stomped my feet in anger and found him sitting on the bed, engrossed in his phone once again.

Oh, no, phod du iska main!! Saala arrogant insaan..( I so wanted to smash his head, he is such an arrogant jerk)

I sat down silently on the couch. His. His words rang in my ears. He called me a kid and said he wasn't interested in me. All the boys from St. Xavier's were behind me, and he said I was a kid. Such a blind man!

I want to change this heavy outfit, but I don't have anything. God, please help me.

I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. Just then, something soft slammed into my face. I opened my eyes with a jerk. I looked up and saw him standing in front of me. I looked down to see that his shirt and tracks were on my lap. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. Just then, something soft slammed into my face. I opened my eyes with a jerk. I looked up and saw him standing in front of me. I looked down to see that his shirt and tracks were on my lap.

Ohh yeah, yeah, he threw his outfit on me.

"What type of behavior is this?" I shouted as I stood up.

Listen, I know you don't have anything on, so just change into this and sleep," he said sternly." Listen, I know you don't have anything on, so just change into this and sleep," he said sternly.

"Stop bossing around on me, okay?" I yelled.

To be continued.