The room was full of people but my eyes were fixed on only one person my wife, Arohi Advik Singhania. She was in the downstairs with some other women and I was staring at her from the second floor. I took a sip from the glass of whiskey.
She was wearing a cheery red saree with a backless blouse. Her hair tied in a half-up-down bun till her mid thigh.
I chuckled remembering our last night conversation. Sometimes I really wonder how I ended up with this innocent wife. She is just like a delicate flower in my dead garden, she is the reason I breathe.
Only she has the ability to control my wrath. I don't know how she does it but somehow she can control me without knowing.
However, my eyes landed on the beautiful mangalsutra on her neck. A reminder that she is mine and only mine. A soft smile crept on my lips but suddenly it dropped and my jaw clenched when the Businessman standing beside me said something.
"Who is that young lady? Such a perfect body with glowing skin." He said while eyeing someone. I looked at the direction he was staring and in a swift motion I pulled out my gun.
Before anyone could comprehend anything I pulled the trigger.
Bang!!
"Wo meri biwi hai, sala. Tere himmat bhi kaise hua uski bade main baat Karne ki." I roared, my voice was echoing through the corridor. Everyone surrounding me was trembling out of terror.
( She is my wife, motherfucker. How dare you talk about her?)
Second scene
ADVIK
I sighed, my hand resting on her hip. "Wear a proper salwar kameez or a long kurti with leggings. Something that covers you properly." I instructed, my gaze was fixed on the tight tee, highlighting her mounds perfectly. "And tie your hair up. You know I don't like it when men stare at you."
"Okay." She said with a pout.
My hand was sliding up, cupping her breast possessively. "And Aro? If I find any of those good-for-nothing college boys looking at you, I swear..." I trailed off, my jaw clenched. My hand tightened around her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric.
....
A few moments later she came back wearing a long kurti and wide leg jeans. My gaze hardened as I took in her appearance, her hair was still loose, cascading down her back in waves. I walked over to her, my hand reaching out to grasp a handful of her hair. "Up."
"No, please, let it stay like this." She said almost like a kid pleading to her father.
"Up," I repeated, my voice firm.
"In a ponytail or a bun. I don't care which, but it's going up." I insisted, my grip on her hair unyielding. "And no arguing, Aro. I'm not asking, I'm telling."
She sighed and gave me a hair band and I took it from her hand, my fingers efficiently tying her hair into a high ponytail. I patted her head gently once I was done, my expression softening. "There. Now you look presentable." I murmured, my hands sliding down to her belly.
.....
As soon as she came home from college, I stiffened as I saw her walk in, her hair loose and disheveled. My expression darkened, my jaw clenched.
"Aro," I began warningly, striding towards her. "I told you to keep your hair up. What happened to your ponytail?"
"Wo...my friend pulled it down." She said in a shaky voice. My face turned stormy, hands balling into fists. "She did what?" I growled, my eyes flashing with anger. "And you let her? You should have fixed it back up immediately." I chided, my fingers combing through her hair.
She looked at me with her big innocent eyes and replied while slightly pouting, "I tried but he threw the band away and you know I can't fix my hair alone."
My face turned thunderous, my anger boiling over. "He?" I repeated, my voice dangerously low. She gulped and looked at me as I forbade her not to look away when I was talking to her.
"I tried but he wasn't letting me do it" she replied.
"So, there was a boy involved? And he touched you?" My hands tightened in her hair, my knuckles turning white. "Who is he, Aro? Give me his name."
.....
My queen was sitting on the floor while covered with blood. Not her of course but her so called male friend's.
She was staring at the floor without blinking. Her long hair till thighs was soaked with blood. I chuckled and walked towards her. Then I slowly lowered myself, sitting in front her.
"Bola tha usko mere rani se dur rehne ke liye. Nahi suna, abb main kya kar sakta hu bolo." I said in a mocking tone and tilted her head. Her eyes were red and blood was dripping from her soaked hair.
(Told him stay away from my queen. He didn't listen. Now what can I do?Tell.)
She was looking just like a goddess. My goddess, whom I can worship throughout my whole damn life.
I grabbed her throat slightly, pulling her closer and crashed my lips on hers. Kissing her with fervent passion, which left her breathless. A few moments later when I broke the kiss, she said something which made me shattered.
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