Broken By him.

Chapter- 49

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Adhira POV:-

I dragged myself out of the kitchen after preparing dinner for him. For Reyansh. I got to know his name after 3 months of our marriage. Can this even be called a marriage? Our marriage was nothing like I had heard about weddings. They say it's a pure bond for eternity. Partners love, care, and cherish each other. But my husband hates me and tortures me. What kind of marriage is this? If he hated me, then why did he marry me?

Brushing off these unanswersd thoughts, I glanced up at the staircase to see if he was coming or not yet. Not seeing any sign of him, I thought of calling him down for dinner. But I don't know where I would find him in this gigantic mansion. In the last three months, I have come to know my way around here in the mansion. But there are so many places here that I haven't seen yet. Like a gym, a huge library, and a theater, he also has a study room where he works in the mansion, which I heard from maids.

I took the apron off my body and neatly placed it inside the drawer. The clock was showing at half past eight. He always had his dinner by nine.

Having some time on my hands, I went to change my clothes, because I was drenched with sweat. I was feeling so tired and sleepy lately. I haven't been feeling good for some days.

And who will? Being a servant and eating crap! Who will feel good while getting beaten and locked up?

My conscience mocked me. I just choose to ignore her now. I miss my guitar and music. I wish one day I could get them back and sing again. I haven't checked my YouTube channel since my marriage because I don't have a phone now.

Ascending the stairs, I glanced at the long corridor ahead of the staircase to see if I could find him anywhere. But I didn't find him. Where could he be? I shrugged off and opened the door to the bedroom.

My mind drifted off to that night when he forgot me in the room after chaining me down. After that night, things have turned a little better. He hasn't hit me like before. Also, I try not to anger him and I submit to him without arguing with him, not that I remember if I ever argued with him. Because I know if I did, my family would be the ones to face the consequences of my deeds. I hope they are safe and happy with their life. I would be happy to see them smiling from afar. If my pain can make them happy, then let it be. I can't be selfish to my father.

After taking a bath, I went to the closet, where I had some of my clothes placed. I rummaged through my clothes, which consists of only 4 sarees with their blouses and underskirts.

Out of them, only one saree was in the condition to wear. All other sarees or blouses were tattered.

Will he give me clothes to wear?

But how would I ask him for new clothes? I can't wear them any more because they aren't in condition.!

I had repaired minor damages many times before but they can't be sewed any more.

I changed into that one saree which was in good condition. And went back downstairs.

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