It All Started With A Forced Marriage

Oh 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.

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

"Stop shouting," he said as he walked towards the bed. "If you want to wear this, go ahead; otherwise, sleep in this outfit," he said as he lay down on one side and turned off the lights.

I think I should change. Ugh. I just want to sleep. I was so freaking tired because of all the wedding functions.

I stepped inside the restroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I splashed some water on my face and was about to wipe away the vermillion, but I stopped myself because my mother had told me not to.

I unhooked my blouse and wore his shirt. Abey kitna bada shirt hai (the shirt is too big)...damn, it's so big it's falling off my shoulder.

I opened my lahenga skirt and was about to put on his trousers when it occurred to me: he called me a little kid, right? He is not interested in me. He doesn't want to touch me.

Come on, I am Ariya Mittal. Let's see how much he can control himself. I looked up at myself in the mirror. His shirt hardly covered my thighs. I opened the first three buttons of his shirt. A little bit of my cleavage was in view, as also the straps of my black bra. The shirt hangs from one shoulder, giving it the appearance of a sexy off-shoulder shirt.

I stepped inside the room to find him sleeping on his back. I smirked and walked towards the bed. I put my right knee on the bed, then my left knee. I crawled towards him. He still didn't open his eyes.

"Arhaan," I called him with my husky voice.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes widened as he saw my state. I mentally smirked and sat on his belly.

"Ari... ya, what are you doing?" he stammered, and I smiled.

"I am not doing anything, Arhaan," I whispered. My fingers traced his neck, going down to his hard chest.

He tried but failed to appear stern.

I caressed his hard chest with my fingers. He was about to take my hand, but I was quick. I entwined his two hands and pinned them to the bed.

"Leave me, Ariya, and sleep," he said, and I chuckled.

My breath fanned across his face as I leaned in close. "Sleep? Seriously Arhaan? Didn't you see the decoration of this room? It's decorated so beautifully, and it's our wedding night." I whispered in my seductive voice. My nose touched his jaw. I rubbed my nose on his neck without kissing him. He sighed, clutching my hand tightly.

I know he wanted me to open my legs as well, but no one can be like my Vihan. It's time to make you feel guilty, Arhaan Mehra.

Arhaan's POV.

Damn it! Why did I say yes to this marriage? She is such a bomb. Kitna bolti hei? Why did you choose this girl for me, Daadi? She's still a child, and marrying at this age is terrible.

Anyway, why do I think about her? I needed sleep. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

I heard the opening sound of the bathroom door. I didn't open my eyes and pretended to sleep because I knew if I opened my eyes or uttered anything, then her broken music system would start.

"Arhaan," she said, and I opened my eyes, widening as I saw her. Shit, what was she wearing? Adhe kapde, kahan kahan hai? (Where are half of her clothes?) She sat on my stomach, and my eyes seemed to pop out at any moment.

She was wearing my shirt, which was very loose for her and barely covered her thighs; she didn't wear the trousers that I gave her; and, on top of that, the three buttons of her shirt were open, which gave the view of her cleavage and the straps of her bra. Her hand was full of henna, which she shamelessly roamed across my chest. Her hairline was smeared with vermillion, and the nuptial chain around her neck looked sexier on her than on me. Her messy appearance screamed, "Fuck me."

I stammered, "Ariya, what are you doing?" and she smiled.

"I am not doing anything, Arhaan," she whispered, her fingers tracing my neck, going down to my hard chest once again.

I tried to act stern, but everything went in vain, and I stuttered.

I was about to take her hand, but she was too quick. She grabbed my hand and pinned it to the bed, entwined with hers. A girl doesn't do that. Mehra controls anything and everything.

I said, "Leave me alone, Ariya," without stammering this time, and she laughed.

She rubbed her nose on my neck, and my breath quickened. "Sleep? Seriously Arhaan? Didn't you see the decoration of this room? It's decorated so beautifully, and it's our wedding night." she whispered in her seductive voice as her nose touched my jaw, and I sucked in a breath. She rubbed her nose on my neck, and my breath quickened. I clutched her palm tightly, closing my eyes. I just wanted to fuck her hard and rough. She had already woken the monster inside me.

I jerked open my eyes and looked at her with a shocked expression.

I pushed her, and she fell on the other side of the bed. I sat on the bed, palming my face.

"Why did you push me? Stop acting like an innocent boy; you are Arhaan Mehra, the page 3 businessman," she sneered, much to my disappointment.

"Ariya shut up and sleep," I said, getting up.

She also stood up and walked towards me. She held my hand and placed it on her waist. "Why this khadoos ( arrogant) behavior? Am I not sexy enough?" she asked, trying to get close to me.

I held her shoulder and pushed her slightly. She was making me angry, but I was controlling myself.

I turned to walk towards the balcony when I was stopped by a soft clutch on my wrist. I took a deep breath and turned towards her. I pulled her close to me by clutching her wrist tightly, twisting it behind her back a little. I think you are so desperate to get fucked by me!

"Mrs. Ariya Arhaan Mehra, I'd love to make you tired, but," I said sweetly as I leaned in close.

I said, leaning dangerously close to her, "Stop doing these cheap tricks and sleep. It's getting late, and yeah, stop playing with me, Ariya. I'm not. What are you thinking?" I said, leaning dangerously close to her, then pushed her slightly and went to the balcony.

I lay down on the couch, which was placed on the balcony. Soon, darkness engulfed me.