o the

e to m

ha

had ever felt in my entire life. Oh m

path of marriage. I was seriously about to commit myself to a nev

ldn't help bu

arranged marriages my parents and rela

least my husband-to-be is a hard-working,

the duvet over my body and resti

ly he waited for my reply, asking me to take my time

ldn't even imagine how my married life was going to be a year ago, I was surely overly excited. I

f the reasons I was sure of this marriage. He h

hat was enough for me. Leaning against the headboard, the smile

gh c

artled by the sudden voice. I glared as my eyes

towards me, jumping on my

wiggling her brow

thinking abou

ith it, causing her to pout at me, maki

lmost 30 minutes." She said she was exaggerat

I could see it in your eyes all t

noth

k as she pouted one more time. Snickering, I picke

oing here anywa

ready. She said she was standing on my bed, putti

her, smacking her with the pi

already? y already?" My mothe

you are still in bed." Ma said, placing her han

ut her wedding night. Prachi said, making my eyes go wide as

picking up my pillow and strangli

was playfully glaring at the both

her. I gave my moth

hat, oh Lord, was too much for this

air, shaking her head, befo

i snickered before bursting into laughter.

go get ready now. ady now.

*

, Prachi. "I'm getting tired already."

g my hands, making me pout as I sl

it." She said so

sed my hands up to my head to st

did this." She glared

*

s, as I carefully made my way to the stage, trying m

fore looking down, blushing shyly at the way

Atharva. I couldn't help but thank the Almighty fo

riage when I got to know I was getting marri

I was being used by my father,

es, I couldn't help but feel the respect

e I liked and respected him, and I felt secure w

of us, raised his hands, and blessed us before handin

nder if only Atharva had focused on me and tied the mangalsutra around my neck.

alone, as he requested that

h. I just want you to be mine." He

ominate or control me. His eyes

ant to say this: "I am not some kind of puppet

ice low, knowing my parents w

e replied, his voice sounding more dangerou

had in me, I leaned forward towards him, m

g controlled, and in fact, I can't be controlled."

ith it because I control it for a living." He sang

y chair, completely trapping me. He leaned

low and dangerou

o my world