Book one of Crimson series
2 young hearts embark the beautiful journey of love, betrayal and heart break.
A girl from a simple middle-class background, Ishqi Shrikant Tiwari. Her simple and beautiful life gets entangled with the heartless MLA of the...
I was sitting on the king size bed. I was in the golden lehenga with a light weight necklace that Maa gave to me. I had the anklets in my feet. I sat down waiting for my unwanted husband.
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Thud!!
The door opened and I looked up. He was standing there with his kurta open. I looked away. When I heard the sound of the door closing.
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I looked at him.
" Get up."
He said. I got angry. Didn't his mother promise me that he will not force me for anything?
" Didn't you hear at once? I said get up."
He commanded again. I really wanted to slap this man. I slide myself to the edge of the bed and then came down.
" What?"
I asked while folding my arms. He scanned me from top to bottom and then walked towards the sofa. He sat down and then picked a glass. He poured the whiskey in the glass.
He then kept his right arm on the sofa and kept his one leg above the other one.
" Remove your veil and then start doing sit ups. "
He ordered, his voice dripping with authority.
I clenched my jaw, refusing to show him any sign of weakness.
" And why should I listen to you?" I retorted, my voice laced with defiance.
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Because, my dear wife, I am your husband. And you will do as I say."
He replied, his tone dripping with arrogance.
My blood boiled at his words, but I knew better than to provoke him further. Swallowing my pride, I reached up to remove the veil that had been shielding my face, my movements deliberate as I revealed myself to him.
With a deep breath, I steeled myself for what was to come, determined not to let him break me, no matter how hard he tried.
I had done 10 sit-ups and got tired. I looked at him.
