Under his gaze (his forced bride) by Olivia Jessie (the giving tree read aloud txt) 📕

This is her punishment for bringing the topic of marriage to my dad.

I do pity her. Since she came in my life she has only been facing sadness and nothing else. The glow which she used to had have left her. But I can't have her in my life neither I will give her a happy life even if I pity her. I am not a hero. I never told her to love me.

I leave. As I close the door her sobbing sound also stops. Her personal maid is already outside. As soon as she sees me she bows.

“Take care of her. Always have her eat her food before you. Make sure she never skips her food. Make her happy. Allow her to do everything which makes her happy." Saying that I walk away. But I hear her mumble. “But you make her happy sir."

I snicker at that.

Then I guess she would never have that happiness.

Driver stops the car in the parking lot of her college. I just watch students walking in and out of college. Like that one hour passes. Suddenly I see her and I find myself hiding with my back towards the wall. As soon as I see her close to myself I pull her towards me. She jerks my hand away so I make her known it's me.

When I hear that boy calling her name my mood turns sour.

She really did make a new friend on her very first day and that also a boy.

“Who was that boy?" I ask. My eyes widens as I hear her blunt answer.

What a funny joke!!

I start laughing furiously.

“Oh my sweet Disha was that a joke? And if it was it was bad a very bad one." I ask her laughing. But even if it is a joke it's very bad. And I don't like it even a little bit. But listening to her confession I become angry. And my hand on their collide with the ball. I breath in and out and control myself thinking that she is using this method to show me that she has moved on. Because no one can make a boyfriend in one day. And my disha has never confessed to anyone or asked to become a boyfriend except to me.

”So you are using this method to show me that you don't love me. Well......" And to my luck that boy comes “do as you wish. Let's see if your pretense of loving that boy gets you where you want. Because I know you love me ......still. You will love me forever. You are mine as much as I am yours. And as much as I want to break......” I glare at that boy “his head I will not because I want you to realise that you still love me. I want you to get aware of the fact that you can never love anybody else except me."

And I will stand straight on my words. I do want to kill him but I will not as that boy may become very useful. He may play a crucial role in making Disha realise that she still loves me. But now I have to show him something.

And instantly I attach my lips with her with my eyes on that boy. I suck her upper lip hard. And those lips taste heavenly. I want to ravish her now. I feel disha's little palms pushing me and I let her push me because if I wouldn't have I would have never been able to control myself. Eyeing that boy I wipe the saliva off my lips. But suddenly my hand gets snatched by Disha.

“Where is your car?" She ask and my injured hand twitches in pain. I tell her. I sit inside the car. She also follows me. But before she could close the door that boy beckons her. I instantly get aware of her act so I make a whimpering sound. And it works. Instead of going to him she closes the door but not before shouting to call him back.

I smirk eyeing that boy. My disha will always put me first.

While she is treating my wound I order the driver to drive. She doesn't protest. She was so busy in treating my wound that she didn't even noticed me telling driver to take us to a restaurant.

“Next time try to control your anger." Instantly a smile adores my face as I listened to her concern filled voice.

Should I just keep getting hurt? I am sure she will come to me forgetting everything and everyone around her.

“Stop the car." She orders but the car doesn't stops as the driver only listens to my orders. She again says but this time glaring me. And she looks cute.

I know that she would never agree to eating with me so I take the excuse of my injured hand.

“You need to feed me. I am hungry and as my right hand is injured I can't eat." I say while giving her a puppy look. And it's difficult to make that face as it has been ages since I made that face. As soon as I hear her telling me to take help of soniya I get hurt.

Does she want to see me with her? Doesn't she even feel a little bit jealous.

“Oh I would but she is not home. And you know if she comes to know that I have injured my hand she would be worried and I don't want her to be worried because when ever she is worried she always ends up sick......." that's a lie. But it would hurt her. It would make her jealous “and I don't like her to see her lying on the bed sick. On the contrary....." I whisper to her ear “I like her naked on the bed waiting for me to take her. Seducing me...." Before I can continue with my lies she cuts me off.

“Stop. Weren't you hungry?"

Very happily I answer her “I am." I love seeing her getting jealous.

“Then tell your mom to feed you..... Stop the car now." I laugh at that. She is so stubborn.

“You are the reason for my injured hand then you are supposed to feed me not anyone else." I reply while moving my injured hand wanting her remember that I am hurt. Badly.

“Vihaan I said stop the car or I will jump." As I hear her I immediately  lock the door and urge her to do it. Finding the door locked she becomes irritated and start hitting me. But suddenly a whimper escapes me as she by mistake hits my wound and instantly I regretted letting that whimper escape me hearing her apologizing.

But that guilt turns into joy as she agrees to eat me. Really everything happens for a reason.

We reach the restaurant. I tell Disha that food will come here only. I do want to take her inside but paparazzi will become a problem. If it was past we would have roamed in the whole city without any fear of paparazzi. After the much needed silence I say.