Under his gaze (his forced bride) by Olivia Jessie (the giving tree read aloud txt) 📕
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I was standing there in front of his house shivering as the december breeze hit me. I was trying to get hold of my heavy lehnga and the dupatta. A newly bride was not allowed the entry to enter the house. And that bride was me and i didn't know even the reason. Suddenly , the door opened and he was in his casual outfit as if we weren't married just 2 hours ago.
" You can come inside. But learn to be out of the fairyland. I don't want to be a husband that you have dreamt of. " he was looking straight as he told me all that.
" you can't leave. i mean i don't like to let go of MY things ." He said
His possessive tone rang in my ears.
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I woke up with the sound of plate smashing on the floor. Is he hungry? I needed to wake up. But the pain in my fingers made me remember everything. I couldn't cook. He would be angry. I tried to stand up. But the door opened revealing him in plain T shirt and trousers with a bowl and spoon. My body shook from fear when he entered the room.
'I love you ' Damn! I said that to him. But I had no other option. He calmed down after hearing the confession. And that was what my survival instinct asked me to do.
" Hey! Are you fine now? How are your fingers? Let me have a look. " He put the soup on the table , which I saw when he placed the bowl down. It smelled good.
He checked my fingers but I hissed in pain. He didn't inspect further. And sat on the bed taking the soup.
" I made it for you. It will be beneficial for blood flow. " He smiled. I nodded and opened my mouth.
He chuckled. " Wait for a second. " I closed my mouth. And he dipped the spoon and filled it full with soup. He blew it with his breath to make it cool. I sat quietly watching him. A hot soup won't hurt me , like you do. I thought.
" Now. Here " He brought the spoon closer to my mouth and I had the soup. Tasty. I wanted to eat it on my own. My right hand was fine. But didn't put forward the idea.
Was Nidhi at her hostel? Did she reach safe? I didn't ask him. Let him forget all this. I had to build the trust again. I needed to go to the wedding. I had to run. For my life.
I didn't realize that I had the whole soup while deeply immersed in my thoughts. He kissed me and I knew he too tasted the soup from my lips.
" Did you have it too? " I asked without showing any revulsion..
" Yes. I have. " He replied caressing my cheek. We looked at each other for few seconds. And his pupil dilated. I knew what he wanted. But I was in lot of pain.
" I love you too. I mean I know things turned out pretty worse today but I never intended to do it. " He said coming closer to me. I didn't move. Even I nodded, looking completely understanding toward him. He removed the saree slowly. I looked at him with pleading eyes.
" I won't hurt your fingers. Please.." He reassured. And continued removing the clothes from my body. It was inescapable. No way to run away from his sexual needs.
He undressed himself too. Fine muscles. He put my hands aside on the soft pillow so that he won't hurt me in between. His lips attacked mine. He gently massaged my breasts, playing with the erected nipples. I clenched my teeth when his tongue licked my stomach. His hands roamed on my inner thighs. Rough and warm. The tears blurred everything. I didn't want him to touch me. He broke my fingers today. And scared me to death.
I felt a warm and strange sensation running in my veins when he sucked on my breasts. I made a quivering sound. He did it for ten minutes and I felt like a fish out of water. Finally he started kissing my shoulders. Again and again. He lifted my leg and continued his thrusting. I was in another world. The world where he was just a body pleasuring mine. My body was shaking and a strange feeling took over me. He laughed looking at me. His face was red and sweaty.
" Only I can make you feel so good and no one else. " He kissed my shoulders again and finally finished with his raping ritual.
But I didn't protest either. Is it even rape now? Marital rape? It didn't exist in India.
He pulled the blanket over our naked bodies and hugged me.
" Did I hurt your fingers? " His voice was slurry. He would be fast asleep like always.
" No. Thank you. " I replied. Really. A thank you! Why? I mentally scolded myself.
Within few minutes he was in his nap. It was already six in the evening and I had slept much. Plus I wanted to clean myself after the assault. I slowly walked out of the bed and wore the saree. Just draped it around without any plates. The fingers won't let me work.
After cleaning myself, I went in the living room. The kitchen was clean . He washed the dishes. In the living room, there was a dress on the table . I examined it. So short! Did he want me to wear it?? And he punished me for the sleeveless dress.
He's so weird ! I sat on the table picking up a newspaper and began reading it. Then I heard it. The ringing of a phone. Under the sofa cushions. I picked it.
Nidhi. The name popped on the screen. It was his phone. Maybe he forgot it here. I picked up the call.
" Hello. How are you?"I greeted.
" Oh God, bhabhi ! Are you okay? I was calling to check on you. Did he hurt you? " She asked crying..
" No. I am fine. He didn't do much. The screaming and all " She exhaled a sigh of relief.
" I am sorry bhabi. " She sobbed.
" Nidhi? Can you help me? " I asked her finally with an idea crossing my mind.
" Yes bhabhi anything. " She replied.
" Please call Arun anyhow. And ask him to pick us tomorrow. He won't take me to the wedding. I want to see you and my family. " I cried, feeling my own desperation taking over.
" Sure bhabhi. Don't worry. He will be there in the morning. The wedding is on Friday and it's already Wednesday night. " She told me.
" Thank you. I will talk later. Bye take care. Good night. "
" Good night bhabhi. I am sorry again. " I disconnected the call and put it again under the cushion at the same place.
I was now waiting for tomorrow. Arun, my hope....
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