01-09-2022, 02:46 PM
Aditya
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"I love someone else," Nisha apprises tersely.
This is not usually what a newlywed wife tells her Husband on their first night. She seems anxious, which isn't shocking to me, as today is our 'suhag raat'.
"Funny !!! Hahaha..You got a wicked sense of humour" I laugh heartily and lift her chin to look at my newlywed wife's face.
She immediately swats my hand away and blurts, "Don't touch me !!!"
My eyes brighten, and I get amused.
"Is this a prank, my dear wife? If so, not a good one. Are you recording your poor Husband's reaction for a reel?" A loose smile hangs from my lips, and I look around to spot any hidden camera.
Nisha is 23 years old, and I am 26. Pulling such a stunt isn't unusual for our generation. We can do anything for attention, and I don't really know Nisha.
This is a hastily done arranged marriage.
Nisha sulks away in the corner of the bed. Her face is panic-stricken. I involuntarily squint my eyes, following her jumpy movements.
"Seriously ..now it is beyond funny...It is getting macabre." I knit my eyebrows to express my displeasure. It was a long hectic day full of drama, but the Climax is stealing the show.
She points her finger at me, her face twitching in genuine fear, voice trembling as she speaks, "If you are a gentleman, which I know you are, then You will stay away from me. My heart belongs to someone else."
"This is not a prank, is it?" I declare in a worried voice, intensely glaring at her agitated face.
Her nostrils are flared up, she is heaving hard, and her other hand is forcefully clutching the pillow as if it is a weapon she will use if I hop on her.
"No." She responds succinctly and her eyes vigilant.
I scrutinize her profile. She got a heart-shaped symmetrical face which is decorated with heavy bridal makeup.A maang Tikka is crowning her forehead, which is small but wide compared to the width of her cheekbones and jaws.
Two almond-shaped eyes with crescent eyebrows perfectly complement the width of her temple. One could mistake her wide-set deep brown eyes for black. Between those starts the slope of her straight nose with a slightly lowered base. She is wearing a naath(nose ring) as a part of her solah sringar.
She got a well-defined facial bone structure and is absolutely stunning. Pity that I only get to touch her pointy chin and listen to the shocking news coming from her bottom-heavy full lips.
I shoot the inevitable while frowning, "Why did you marry then?" I find my voice incredibly calm.
I am usually the overthinking type. But whenever life throws a bouncer at me, my nerves turn to steel, and I immediately search for contingency plans. Go figure, how does that mystery work?! I haven't yet.
The beautiful stranger woman before me drops her long eyelashes before spreading them again.
"I have a boyfriend, and my family did not approve of him..." Nisha informs. Her tone is laced with guilt and hesitancy.
Damn!! Those moving lips are the very symbol of the fertility of life.
"This is a scam..I can..." I interrupt her.
Nisha panics, and she comes forward, sitting like a frog in her bridal gown.
She implores, "Please ..I need a place to stay...Please don't tell anyone..my boyfriend will get a job soon...You and I will divorce..."
At this point, the fingers of both her hands are interlaced, and she is literally begging.
I am angry and annoyed. At the same time, I feel pity for her. She looks angelic in her bridal attire, and those mehendi adorned hands aren't meant to plead.
"Alright!!! Calm down." Now I blurt.
But Nisha continues and begins to cry.
I can't understand half of what she is saying now. She is blabbering.
Moments later, from what I have decoded- this boyfriend of hers is a very promising guy, she loves him very much, and he loves her with all his heart, etc., etc.
Nisha promises again. "Please give me some time. I have full faith in my boyfriend. I will not disturb you in any way. I will be invisible."
She is love drunk.
One thing strikes me the most.
Nisha could have concealed her secret affair from me and divorced me after her boyfriend got settled financially, but she did not.
This means Either she really loves her boyfriend and does not want to sleep with me, or her boyfriend is the one who has forbidden her from sleeping with me.
But there is something wrong here. Something very ominous is hidden in her straightforward tale. I can sense it but can't put my finger on it. Right now, I don't think about it.
"Sleep now. We will discuss this tomorrow. Give me a pillow." I suggest while looking at her pleading eyes. It is really late, and burning the midnight oil will not solve the diseases of hearts.
She hands me a pillow and carefully avoids touching my fingers.
She smells divine, or I imagine it. The whole room is decorated with flowers.
I smirk, "On second thought." my eyes twinkle, and I cringe my nose, stating casually," We could have sex. I mean, your boyfriend does not have to know..."
Her eyes widen as if I have told her the most horrible thing ever.
"No..No..Please no...Please.." Fear gripping her voice, and again she backs away from me.
"Relax, it was just a harmless suggestion. He must be a prize 'cause being handsome was never my problem." I scowl, goggling at her distrusting eyes, clearly judging whether I am a bangy person.
Nisha does not budge, and neither gives a reply. She kept on staring at me, holding her breath. I am scaring her by my mere presence.
"Your loss, sweetheart!!! Sleep tight and have horrible dreams." I sneer bitterly, throwing a lingering glance at her elegant appearance. She is wearing a golden bridal gown and appears exquisitely gorgeous.
However, she isn't my kind of woman, even with all her grace, beauty, and naivety.
Then why and how did I end up in an arranged wedlock with her?
I let out a deep sigh and headed toward the couch to contemplate the events that led me to this bizarre situation.
This is clearly Karma.
I get settled on the couch and tease her, "Do you want me to put off the light.."
I can not even finish properly, and she pleads, almost yelling, "Noooo..Please don't.I want those on."
I chuckle loudly, "You are brave. You really are for coming up with the idea of a sham marriage without knowing what would be my reaction, yet you are scared of little darkness?!!"
Another silence from her. It's a silence more disturbing than darkness and raucous than the wedding songs playing outside.
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"I love someone else," Nisha apprises tersely.
This is not usually what a newlywed wife tells her Husband on their first night. She seems anxious, which isn't shocking to me, as today is our 'suhag raat'.
"Funny !!! Hahaha..You got a wicked sense of humour" I laugh heartily and lift her chin to look at my newlywed wife's face.
She immediately swats my hand away and blurts, "Don't touch me !!!"
My eyes brighten, and I get amused.
"Is this a prank, my dear wife? If so, not a good one. Are you recording your poor Husband's reaction for a reel?" A loose smile hangs from my lips, and I look around to spot any hidden camera.
Nisha is 23 years old, and I am 26. Pulling such a stunt isn't unusual for our generation. We can do anything for attention, and I don't really know Nisha.
This is a hastily done arranged marriage.
Nisha sulks away in the corner of the bed. Her face is panic-stricken. I involuntarily squint my eyes, following her jumpy movements.
"Seriously ..now it is beyond funny...It is getting macabre." I knit my eyebrows to express my displeasure. It was a long hectic day full of drama, but the Climax is stealing the show.
She points her finger at me, her face twitching in genuine fear, voice trembling as she speaks, "If you are a gentleman, which I know you are, then You will stay away from me. My heart belongs to someone else."
"This is not a prank, is it?" I declare in a worried voice, intensely glaring at her agitated face.
Her nostrils are flared up, she is heaving hard, and her other hand is forcefully clutching the pillow as if it is a weapon she will use if I hop on her.
"No." She responds succinctly and her eyes vigilant.
I scrutinize her profile. She got a heart-shaped symmetrical face which is decorated with heavy bridal makeup.A maang Tikka is crowning her forehead, which is small but wide compared to the width of her cheekbones and jaws.
Two almond-shaped eyes with crescent eyebrows perfectly complement the width of her temple. One could mistake her wide-set deep brown eyes for black. Between those starts the slope of her straight nose with a slightly lowered base. She is wearing a naath(nose ring) as a part of her solah sringar.
She got a well-defined facial bone structure and is absolutely stunning. Pity that I only get to touch her pointy chin and listen to the shocking news coming from her bottom-heavy full lips.
I shoot the inevitable while frowning, "Why did you marry then?" I find my voice incredibly calm.
I am usually the overthinking type. But whenever life throws a bouncer at me, my nerves turn to steel, and I immediately search for contingency plans. Go figure, how does that mystery work?! I haven't yet.
The beautiful stranger woman before me drops her long eyelashes before spreading them again.
"I have a boyfriend, and my family did not approve of him..." Nisha informs. Her tone is laced with guilt and hesitancy.
Damn!! Those moving lips are the very symbol of the fertility of life.
"This is a scam..I can..." I interrupt her.
Nisha panics, and she comes forward, sitting like a frog in her bridal gown.
She implores, "Please ..I need a place to stay...Please don't tell anyone..my boyfriend will get a job soon...You and I will divorce..."
At this point, the fingers of both her hands are interlaced, and she is literally begging.
I am angry and annoyed. At the same time, I feel pity for her. She looks angelic in her bridal attire, and those mehendi adorned hands aren't meant to plead.
"Alright!!! Calm down." Now I blurt.
But Nisha continues and begins to cry.
I can't understand half of what she is saying now. She is blabbering.
Moments later, from what I have decoded- this boyfriend of hers is a very promising guy, she loves him very much, and he loves her with all his heart, etc., etc.
Nisha promises again. "Please give me some time. I have full faith in my boyfriend. I will not disturb you in any way. I will be invisible."
She is love drunk.
One thing strikes me the most.
Nisha could have concealed her secret affair from me and divorced me after her boyfriend got settled financially, but she did not.
This means Either she really loves her boyfriend and does not want to sleep with me, or her boyfriend is the one who has forbidden her from sleeping with me.
But there is something wrong here. Something very ominous is hidden in her straightforward tale. I can sense it but can't put my finger on it. Right now, I don't think about it.
"Sleep now. We will discuss this tomorrow. Give me a pillow." I suggest while looking at her pleading eyes. It is really late, and burning the midnight oil will not solve the diseases of hearts.
She hands me a pillow and carefully avoids touching my fingers.
She smells divine, or I imagine it. The whole room is decorated with flowers.
I smirk, "On second thought." my eyes twinkle, and I cringe my nose, stating casually," We could have sex. I mean, your boyfriend does not have to know..."
Her eyes widen as if I have told her the most horrible thing ever.
"No..No..Please no...Please.." Fear gripping her voice, and again she backs away from me.
"Relax, it was just a harmless suggestion. He must be a prize 'cause being handsome was never my problem." I scowl, goggling at her distrusting eyes, clearly judging whether I am a bangy person.
Nisha does not budge, and neither gives a reply. She kept on staring at me, holding her breath. I am scaring her by my mere presence.
"Your loss, sweetheart!!! Sleep tight and have horrible dreams." I sneer bitterly, throwing a lingering glance at her elegant appearance. She is wearing a golden bridal gown and appears exquisitely gorgeous.
However, she isn't my kind of woman, even with all her grace, beauty, and naivety.
Then why and how did I end up in an arranged wedlock with her?
I let out a deep sigh and headed toward the couch to contemplate the events that led me to this bizarre situation.
This is clearly Karma.
I get settled on the couch and tease her, "Do you want me to put off the light.."
I can not even finish properly, and she pleads, almost yelling, "Noooo..Please don't.I want those on."
I chuckle loudly, "You are brave. You really are for coming up with the idea of a sham marriage without knowing what would be my reaction, yet you are scared of little darkness?!!"
Another silence from her. It's a silence more disturbing than darkness and raucous than the wedding songs playing outside.
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