Married To A Stranger (Completed)

chapter 2

Sreesha Pov:

"Sreesha" he called me again. A chill ran through my spine by just hearing his voice. I can sense that he was coming my way and I can feel the sweat forming in my palms. He stopped just a foot away from me, his voice didn't do any good, I was a trembling mess.

I gulped down the gasp when he tried to reach my hand. Just when he was about to touch it, I flinched a little, that stopped him.

Rejected!

I rejected his touch... and he is aware of it. I closed my eyes waiting for some harsh words or a slap. My mother said men can get angry when they face rejection.

I sense the bed sink a few inches away from me. I closed my eyes tightly not willing to see his enraged face. My grip on the sheets tightened as well.

But to my surprise, his voice greeted me instead of his hand "Sreesha, please look at me" his voice was as soft as a velvet cake with a hint of huskiness to it.

We can always compare the huskiness with some extra whipped cream *dreamy sigh*

"Please" he added. This time I accepted his wish, I can't deny him anymore. He must be having a hard time controlling his anger on me. I sent a prayer to god to lessen his rage before he starts dealing with me.

I opened my eyes slowly like I was just out of an eye surgery and making sure my eyesight was clear. I sighed, I get these weird ideas all the times. First Velvet cake then whipped cream and now eye surgery? My conscience plays a weird role in my life from the very beginning of my life, it is the sarcastic side of me which makes an appearance when it's not needed the most.

I was met with a pair of most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I had ever seen, which were looking at me curiously. I lowered my gaze immediately, remembering my mother's words.

Lower your gaze when you're talking to your husband, it is a sign of disrespect.

"Can I hold your hand, Sreesha?" He asked making my grip hard on sheets "please" he added. I nodded still not sure why he was asking me when he can do whatever he wants.

I gasped audibly when his hand met mine, I didn't feel sparks and electricity like they mention in those Romance books. It was slightly different, I feel secure and comfortable with his touch so, just like that, I released my grip on the bedsheets allowing him to take my hand into his.

His touch was soft and caring, that is not something I imagined. I thought it would be rough, harsh or powerful.

He started caressing the back of my palm with his thumb, igniting a small hope in my dead heart.

Hope for what?

"Now that you're breathing normally, I hope you're fine. Can we talk now?" He asked still caressing my hand. I nodded.

"I'm sorry," he said, I almost heard the crack when I lifted my head swiftly. I sure would have sour neck tomorrow.

Did he just say sorry?

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask your consent for our marriage," he said looking straight into my eyes, this time my gaze did not falter. The look in his eyes was sincere, after making sure he wasn't joking, I nodded. I thought he would laugh at me saying it was a fake apology, but I did not find faking in his voice nor in his eyes.

"Talk to me, Sreesha" I kept mum.

"At least say my name" he pleaded.

"Do you even know my name? " there was a hint of anger in his voice which made my reflexes active. I took my hand away from him. I tried to move away but he stopped me by holding my hand.