Romance, Uncategorized

Married To A Stranger 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 feet 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 defy him anymore. He must be having 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 appearance when its 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 want. 
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 secured 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 said 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. 
“Hey.. hey relax. I- I’m not going to hurt you, Sreesha. Relax okay? I just wanted to know if you by any chance did not know my name. Do you think I will hurt you?” He asked slowing, like he was talking to a child. I nodded. 
“You do?” I nodded again, hope I would not have a sprain in my neck with all this nodding. I want to talk to him too but the fear in me crushed my voice “Sreesha, I know you’re from different background and environment. Your family must have set a wrong example about marriage for you. But you’re not with them anymore, you can throw those ideal wife qualities in dustbin and be yourself. In Shekhar’s family we men treat our wives as equals. You are not Sreesha Verma anymore, you’re Mrs. Sreesha Karthik Shekhar. You’re my wife Sreesha I would not dream of hurting you. Feel free to voice your thoughts openly, feel free to point out my mistakes because a wife has every right to correct her husband’s mistakes. And feel free to tell me if you’re not ready for the next step in our marriage” his little speech made me speechless. Never had I ever thought he would say all those things.
I kind of liked the sound of Sreesha Karthik than Sreesha Verma. 
Did he just said husband and wife are equals? 
Seriously? If my father get to hear it, he would have an early death. His stone heart might get a crack listening to his words. 
How the hell my father accepted to this match again? 
‘Everything will be fine di, do as father says and I’ll deal with the rest. Just trust me’ I recalled Tej’s words. This is what he meant, he knew Karthik is a good person. That is why he did not want to stop the marriage. 
Sorry for misunderstanding, Tej. I love you I mentally announced my love for my brother. 
“Sreesha” his voice pulled me harshly from my lala land. “Will you answer me now?” 
“Ji” I mumbled. 
“I want you to say my name, Sree” Sree? “Can I call you Sree from now?” he asked rubbing his neck. I nodded. 
“K- Karthik” I stuttered. 
“What? I didn’t hear you. Sure you said something but I didn’t get to hear it” he said frowning. 
“Er.. Karthik” I said, this time a bit loudly. 
“I missed it again, I think I’m having hearing problem” he mumbled touching his ears. I feel bad for him, but I used my regular voice last time I said his name. 
“Karthik” I said a little too loudly, if my mother was outside the door she would have heard it. 
“I think I missed it again” his frown was constant but slowly it turned into smirk. He had been playing with me from the start. 
“Karthik! Stop playing with me.” I yelled, somehow he succeeded in waking up the Sreesha I buried a while ago. The evil side of Sreesha. 
Did I just yelled at him? Fear surged through me. I raised my voice at him! What would he do now? I still remember the day when my father slapped my mother for raising her voice at him. 
“Woah! I got a little tiger for a wife” he grinned. When I thought his smile would melt an ice cube make it a glacier when he grin. He can melt a freaking glacier with his grin. I was literally swooning over him right now.
He snapped his fingers before my face snapping me into reality. I frowned I want to stay in my imagination I created a while ago… at the melting glacier. 
“There is a little drool over there” he said pointing at my mouth, like a idiot I am, I wiped. Just like that he bursted into fits of laughter while I stay silent watching him. I’m planning to make the freaking Himalayas melt now. 
“Sree, oh god, I did not laugh like this much in years” he said holding his sides, still laughing at my expense.
When his laugh seized, he said “You look beautiful when you smile”. 
I did not realise that I’ve been smiling looking at him. His smile was contagious. Normally I would get angry when someone make me a laughing stock but with him, I don’t mind being a joker just to watch him laugh. 
You sound like a love sick puppy, Sreesha! Get a grip on yourself it’s only been a day you got married and you started falling for his charm? What would you do if this is all an act? 
That did it. I rebuilt the walls around my heart which he succeeded in breaking with just using a hand full of words. 
Stop being so naive, Sressha, just because he was polite doesn’t mean he did not have the power to break you. Remember we should not trust men, they always leave you when you needed them the most. My conscience talked some sense into me. 
“Are you sleepy?” He asked frowning. 
“Yes” I mumbled. 
“Okay. You sleep here, on bed I’ll take the couch” he said, while standing. Why is he acting so polite? I want to hate him for marrying me, I want to hate him for not trying to ask my consent for our marriage. 
I just want to hate him, curse him for everything that is going on in my life. Is it too much to ask? But he is making it hard to hate him with all the sweet talking and politeness. 
And he wants to take couch? Why? 
May be he didn’t want to sleep next to you? 
May be he was forced into this marriage as well? 
Or may be he was just being polite! 
“I- I’ll t-take the couch, y-you please sleep here” why the hell am I stuttering? 
“I called dibs on couch remember? Now sleep well. Mom said you have some rituals to follow early in the morning” he said making his way to couch. 
“Don’t you think that veil is too heavy? Please tell me you’re not planning to sleep wearing that heavy clothes. Sure, you look beautiful with all those things but I’m sure they will not be comfortable to sleep.” He said making his way towards a closed door “come here” he said waving his hand. 
I reached him with out stumbling on my heavy Saree. The door he was holding is a walk-in closet. 
“This is our closet, mom bought a few things for you days ago and that -pointing to the other closed door – is washroom. Please feel free to use whatever you want” he said leaving me alone to chose. 
The closet is very spacious and his clothes were arranged neatly according to the type. The other side of the closet is completely filled with dresses, Sarees, Shoes, heels, accessories, handbags, clutches and what not. This is every freaking girl’s dream. Cosmetics are neatly arranged on the table with a big sized mirror attached to it. 
I am not a big fan of shopping or flashy things but I really appreciate the effort his mother made. I should thank her for this tomorrow. I find some pyjamas and went to washroom. 
Washroom was no less compared to the closet. For a second I thought it was mine. It has everything I prefer. From my favourite soap to same branded tooth brush I use. I suppressed a laugh. 
His mother must have liked me so much to waste her time and money on these little things. 
After a nice warm bath, I slipped into the night dress I brought from the closet. Opening the door, I made my way towards the bed and slipped into the warm covers. My eyes landed on the couch, where Karthik was sleeping uncomfortably. I noticed, he changed into some comfortable clothes. 
I feel so bad for him, his 6feet or so figure is hard to adjust on that couch. I want to ask him to take the bed but stopped myself. What if he gets angry for waking him? 
I tiptoed to the closet and came back with extra blanket which I noticed while I was checking out his closet. 
My steps faltered with each step I take towards him. I was so nervous that I almost gave up on my task. 
I wrapped the blanket around him carefully, not wanting to wake him but stilled in my place when he grasped one of my hand held it against his heart. 
My heartbeat raised making it impossible to breath normally for me. I can feel his heartbeat. His heartbeat is beating matching the pace of mine. For a second I thought he was awake but he is not. I sighed in relief seeing his relaxed face. 
Taking a deep breath, I slowly loosened his grip using my other hand. I almost jumped in excitement when I completed my task without waking him. 
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I sighed in content. 
Just when I was about to fall in deep slumber, I felt a feathery touch on my forehead and heard someone say
I missed you

Romance, Uncategorized

Married To A Stranger 1

Sreesha Pov: 
Getting married is not strange. 


Getting married is not strange at all. 
I started chanting in my head looking at the stranger who is tying a knot with me. 
The stranger who I met once, and without a word he agreed to marry me. 
Sure, he is handsome outside but what about inside? 
What if he is just like my father after all same natured people get along well. How will I survive if he treats me just like my father treated my mother all these years? 
I peeked at him through my eyelashes when he applied Sindhoor on my forehead completing the marriage ritual. He smiled in content when he was doing that, like he had been waiting for this moment all his life. 
After conducting a few more rituals, they sent me with him. I did not cry before leaving my parents house like all those girls. They hurt me too much to feel pain for leaving them. My brother Tej was looking at me with pure happiness in his eyes. He was the only one who loved me in that family but he betrayed me. He left me alone when I needed him the most. 
It was a simple marriage with just our families. Tej insisted on registering my marriage then and there. As if I can leave my husband now. 
God! That stranger is my husband now. 
And His name is Karthik Shekhar. 
After reaching his home, I was rushed to a guest room. For a manager in MNC he sure maintain his house well. It was a two storey individual house with three bedrooms and comfortable furniture. He must be earning a lot. I belong to a middle class family. 
I glanced around the room but it doesn’t have anyone’s personal touch. It is like this room belongs to no one in particular. 
“Can I talk to my daughter for a few minutes? ” I heard my mother asking his mother “alone” she added immediately to which she nodded leaving us alone. 
I felt a hard grip on my wrist, I hissed in pain “Never say No to your husband, Sreesha. You should do as he says. For us women, husband’s words should be like Bhagavad gita. Respect him. Accept his every wish whether you like it or not.” My mother said grinding her teeth. 
“Never disrespect him. Never raise your voice at him or you will have to face the consequences all alone. Never utter words like higher studies and job, see where they have landed you. Even your brother, who used to support you in everything denied your wish to work. As your father always say, work is for men, women belongs to kitchen.” My fits tightened hearing her words. Yes, my brother denied to my wishes, she doesn’t have to rub it in my face. 
“Your wedding night is few hours away, Sreesha. If I heard one word against you from your husband I will not stop your father from teaching you a thing or two this time.” Reminding the day he slapped me one too many times each time I refused to get marry. If it isn’t for Tej, I don’t know what he would have done. He saved me and asked me to trust him and do as my father says. 
‘Everything will be fine di, do as father says and I’ll deal with the rest. Just trust me. ‘ were his exact words. 
So I gave in. I trust my brother but I couldn’t just forgive him for not stopping this marriage. 
And my mother said wedding night! What am I going to say if he find out that I’m not a virgin? 
What will I do, if he blame my family for betraying him? 
What will my father do? Would he kill me? Or torture me to until I die slowly and painfully. 
I wasn’t physically abused, sure my mother or father would slap me here and there for denying them or if I messed up with work but thanks to Tej, he always had my back. Even though he is a couple of years younger than me. He was my savior. My parents loved him to death and grants his every wish, excluding one thing that I should never call them mom and dad. So, Tej did what no sibling would do, he called them father and mother because they didn’t allow me call them mom and dad. 
What are you planning this time, Tej? 
“Answer me” my mother hissed dragging me to present time. 
Right Wedding night. I nodded my head like a polite pet. 
I’m not ready for that step with him. I barely know him. Will he give me time to adjust, if I tell me I wasn’t ready for this step yet? 
The answer will be a big big NO! I know it,  everyone knows it. But there is this tiny bit of hope fluttering in my heart saying he is not what he looks like. And there must be a heart behind those cold eyes. 
But what if he wouldn’t agree to give me time? What if he force himself on me? 
What if he find out that I was not a virgin an throw a fit? 
What if he became abusive? Can I survive one more dominant person in my life? 
What if he is indeed a male chauvinist and treat me like his slave? 
His mother came with plate full of food and asked me to eat. I ate without complaining because I was so hungry as I’ve been pasting from the morning and it is like 4ish now. 
His mother doesn’t look like those evil MIL’s in daily soaps. She looks nice and took care of her appearance well. She is like those women who doesn’t have to try to be beautiful because they will look beautiful even in some rugged clothes. And she smiles all the time, it’s one of her traits to attract everyone. Beauty must be running in their family. Karthik’s father was just like him, calm, straight, cold and did I mention handsome? He did not look like a old dude at all. 
Hours later, Karthik’s mother came with a few boxes in her hands. I was handed a beautiful red colour saree to change into. They made me sit before a vanity mirror and started working on my skin. His mother experimented on my skin like I was a barbie and she was a kid to do make up and it’s hair. I’ve been in the same position for hours, stiff like a statue, not complaining about anything because I know they would do what they think is good. I don’t have to strain my vocal system to complain on a losing battle. 
I was on a verge of closing my eyes as sleep was demanding it’s daily dosage. A snap on my head is all it take to return to the real world from the entrance of my dream world. It’s my mother’s handy work after all. 
“Look at you, so beautiful” his mother beamed at me. I gave her a small strained smile. 
I actually look beautiful with all the jewellery and stuff but I want him to know the real me, not the artificial version of me. 
‘Shut up, Sreesha, you of all people know men admire beauty. Outer beauty not inner beauty. He will be just like others don’t you dare let your hopes high’ my conscience chided me. 
As they said in some advertisement ‘Men will be Men’. After all my my ex belonged to the same category. 
“It’s time to meet your husband dear” my MIL shook me gently. I nodded standing up. 
When I was in front of what I assume his room, my mother’s grip hardened on my wrist again. This time I didn’t flinch because there is a hell in the room waiting for me, what can a little pain will hurt? 
“Remember what I said earlier, Sreesha. I mean each and every word I said” I nodded again feeling numb. 
My MIL opened the doors gently leading me to a room which is decorated completely with red roses. My favourite flower. I generally love flowers a lot but Red roses make me smile every time I look at them. 
His mother made me sit on his bed arranging the saree properly. My mother covered my face with a heavy veil which weighs a ton. 
My mother left first giving me a warning look but my MIL stayed beside me standing, her eyes trained on me. 
“You don’t have to worry about anything, Sreesha. I raised my son better than you think” she said patting my shivering hand which is gripping the bed sheet like it’s life depended on it. 
I don’t know what her words meant.  she must be like those mom’s who turns blind eye on their children’s mistakes. Who knows what he had been doing all these years behind her back? 
“You will be fine” she added leaving the room, closing the door behind her. 

After few minutes,  the door to the room opened revealing a six feet silhouette as the room is dimly lit. 
I started hyperventilating. Every fear that have been haunting me were surrounded me now. I feel like I was in a small hole with limited oxygen supply. 
“Sreesha” His voice made me jump in fear. I wanted nothing but to crawl in those shadows where he would never find me.