Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (fastest ebook reader txt) 📕

Disha's POV

"Oh my god Disha I still can't believe you are getting married."

"Mia it's mehandi ceremony not the wedding" I point out. Today is my mehandi and I am very nervous. I can't believe that in few days I will be wife of vihaan.

"But it will in few days and I always used to think that you will be the first one to get married among the both of us but I never thought it would come true. My assumption for both the things came true."

"And what is your next assumption?" I ask. I am grateful that Mia is taking my attention away from the girls who are making me ready.

"That you will marry vihaan. Duh"

I roll my eyes at that. I also knew that I will marry vihaan. And these few months he have been controlling his anger. He did get angry in those months but would always control it and I am so happy for that.

"Done" I hear one of the beautician say. I remove my eyes from Mia and gaze at myself. They had gave me a natural look with my eyes having pink eye shadow and mascara making my eye lashes more big. My lips are painted in a baby pink lipstick.

I have a mogra flower design maang tikka (It is a piece of jewellery typically worn on the forehead. It is composed of a chain with a hook on one end and a pendant on the other). My ears are adorned by a mogra design earrings. Same with bangles and rings. My hairs are down having big waves.

"Your dress is in the closet" I nod at the beauticians. They are the same girls which came on my birthday to get me ready. I turn around and make my way to the closet.

As soon as I enter the walk in closet I get awestruck. I roam my fingers lightly on the white colour lehenga. The skirt has big flowers in red and gold colour printed. The dupatta has the same printing while the blouse (crop top which leaves the midriff bare) is in pink colour and is sleeveless.

"You are looking so beautiful" I hear Mia say as soon as I come out of the closet. I blush and start playing with my engagement ring.

"Let me click a photo." Immediately a light of the camera flashes on me making my eyes close.

"Thankyou" I say to the beauticians.

"Pleasure is all ours. And thank us when we doll you up on your special day and make you the most beautiful bride" Shruti one of the beautician says making me blush.

"Mam" I turn towards the door.

"Yes shifa." She is the new worker who just have joined.

"Um su-suman aunty is ca-calling the beauticians."

"You don't have to be nervous around me shifa" I say giving her a sweet smile to make her comfortable around me.

"We will be off now" Shruti replies. I nod and thank them one more time.

"What happened shifa?" I ask as she is squirming in nervousness

"Mia mam is also ca-called do-down"

"But why? I want to click some selfies with Disha." Mia whines. I see shifa turning more nervous. There are sweat beads on her forehead.

"We will click afterwards Mia. I think there must be some emergency" I say and see shifa signing heavily as if a great burden is lifted from her shoulders making me giggle.

She pouts but nevertheless leaves. Shifa tailing behind her.

I go towards the mirror and sit on the chair waiting for someone to call me. Me and vihaan can't meet eachother from today onwards. We will now directly see each other on wedding day.

"AHH" I shout in fear as I feel someone's hands on my bare midriff. Immediately my wide eyes come in contact with his mischievous ones through the mirror. My hands goes to his grabbing them through the dupatta.

My eyes goes from his to the door. I take a breath of relief seeing the door closed.

I stand up making his hold on my midriff loosen. My eyes blazing with anger. I had clearly told him that we would not meet but still he came.

"What are you doing here?" I ask knowing fully well why he is here but still wanting it on his lips.

"You are looking so beautiful buttercup." He comes close to me and I push myself back but getting stopped by the mirror.

"Answer me vihaan. We had a talk yesterday that we would not meet each other as it's inauspicious seeing each other before marriage." Firstly I am already nervous and this is making me more nervous. Grandma (from maternal side) had told me that it's very unlucky to see the each other and here he is infront of me.

Immediately I close my eyes. "Baby you have already seen me."

I put my hand on his chest and push him away still with my eyes closed. Why doesn't he understand that it would bring bad luck.

"Leave vihaan" I say.

"Baby there is nothing to be afraid about. It's just a fooling thing which is created by stupid people and stupid people only follow it." I apply more pressure on my hands as he was coming close.

"Vihaan we are not having a repeat telecast of yesterday."

I feel his lips on my eyes and his body heat near me letting me know that my hand didn't helped in keeping him away.

"Just open your eyes baby. The thing which can bring bad luck is me not seeing you for few days." He kisses my another eyes.

"Open up baby." Like a magic done on me I open my eyes.

"That's my girl." He pecks my nose peek.

"You are looking beautiful."

"You already had told me." I say and let my head fall on his chest. Why do I always end up agreeing with everything he says? Even if I fight for a whole day with him but at the end of the end I would find myself doing the same thing which he wanted.

"What happened?" He kisses the blade of my shoulder hugging me tightly.

"Nervous" I say.

"I am so happy........"

He gets interrupted by mummy. I push him immediately "Disha are you ready? Everyone is calling you down"

"Um yes mummy. I will be out in few....few minutes"

"Bye" I whisper and kiss his cheeks.

I open the gate and come out closing it behind me. She gives me a weird look but nonetheless hugs me tightly.