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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The stop must be here. I was running, the hardest my legs could allow. They were all busy in the wedding. I took the chance and escaped without anyone noticing me. Why? All of sudden? Because if I couldn't now then there was no way I could escape. My own sister didn't help me after I told her everything. Everything I could in the little time I got when my husband was busy bathing. Still she cried, she was sad and devastated but.. But she couldn't help me. Advised me to stay for a while.
Don't they understand how painful it gets everyday?
So I decided I would run. If they can't think about me and my life why will I?
It was so dark. At some point I could hear my own anklets making lots of sounds to wake up the sleeping villagers in their home. The heavy lehnga increased the trouble.
It was there. The bus stop. But there was no bus. I slowed down my pace and sat on the seat. It was completely destroyed and rusted . I found my place in the hidden corner. There was no time table nothing a type of schedule for bus timings and places .
I hoped that no one noticed me missing in the function. It was half an hour since I left the function. He must have noticed me missing though. He was a type of husband who would stand outside the changing room in case the wife decided to escape.
The weather was getting bad by each passing minute . No money except a ₹1000 note and some of other collected money. I checked time, a watch was hanging by the wall . 4:00 AM.
Maybe an hour more, then the transportation will continue. My eyelids were heavy. I had eaten all the food which my Stomach' s capacity allowed. Cold breeze blew my flicks off my forehead. I had closed my eyes. But felt a light on my face and an engine growling. The bus..
I peeked out a bit and two headlights illuminated the dark ambiance. It was not a bus. There was only one possibility other than that. Him!
The car kept being where it was. No movement. The brightness was too much, it made my vision blurred. My mind advised me to keep on hiding and keep pretending. It had started raining now. I couldn't hear anything properly. The lighting struck in the sky making everything go numb for a while . I adjusted my gaze at the car. It was still there. I heard someone walking behind me. I turned back and this was my worst nightmare. The truth I couldn't run.
He stood there. All wet and hair covering his eyes. His clothes were dripping water , and his eyes we're bloodshot. Taking off his blazer,He watched me. His hands clenched in a fist. No motion. Nothing.

I couldn't run. Not now. I was caught. Too late to run or do something. He took fast steps towards me. I felt warm tears down my cheeks in the rain. He caught my arm in a tight grip and dragged me towards the car. He didn't take me to the front seat or made me sit on the backseat. Instead he pulled out a rope and a piece of cloth. I watched him trying to make his anger go down.
" HOW DARE YOU RUN AWAY FROM ME AGAIN?" He shouted. his grip on my hair was strong. " I WILL TIE YOU UP , DO YOU GET THAT?" I was shaking from fear.
And he tied my hands and mouth. And threw me under the backseat.
He took out his phone and dialled a number standing in the rain. I had no idea what he was upto. I should have waited. Why couldn't I control the feeling of escaping from him?
" Hello. Papa " My father. " Mihika ran away with some man and I can't find her . I don't want to continue this relationship. " He waited for my father finishing whatever he was saying " I told you already. I saw them many times. Just forget about all this. I don't want gossips about me. " He put his wet phone back in his pockets.
How could he? He blamed me and why did he say all that? Did it mean he was going to kill me? My father won't even try to find me after the allegation.
I was officially dead to them. My family. My limps trembled but no word came out. He sat in the front seat and ignited the engine. Back to the hell.
He drove without any breaks in between. It took longer than when we came here. It was noon maybe but we were still moving. I was afraid he was going to dump my body in some other state. And finish my life. I lied to him obviously about staying. And he would take revenge.
The car finally stopped and I knew that was the last moment of my life. He went out and opened my door. I flinched when he touched my hand and pulled me up . The first thing which I noticed when my feet touched the floor was Snow. Snow everywhere. All white. It was not Delhi.
He was going to bury me in the snow and no one would ever know. Because there was no single person out there. All of sudden he grabbed a fistful of my hair and my head felt like being cut into pieces . My bare feet froze because of the snow. He dragged me towards a group of pine trees.
I closed my eyes, remembering every memory I had since my childhood. I was supposed to be a victim, who died. This made a sob escape my mouth but he didn't bother to look at me.
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