My Best Mistake

Married

Aisha's POV:

"Don't you trust me Aarman? " I asked with pleading eyes..

He stood in front of me with his eyes closed, jaws clenched and hands fisted..

"Aarman at leas- " he. slapped. me.

I looked at him in disbelief. Trying to process what happened. He slapped me? How could he? We were supposed to be best friends!?

"You, you were a friend... " he said pointing his index finger at me "now you are nothing to me... Fit that into your brain! Nothing! " he said and shoved me outside.

What was my fault? Saving his reputation!? Was that such a big mistake!?

I wiped the unconscious tears which slipped from my eyes and got up. I took my luggage and headed for his guest room. What!? Don't you dare judge me! At 1:30 am where am I suppose to wander about searching for a house?

This marriage was a forceful one for me and above everything when Aarman doesn't even consider me as his friend anymore, leave alone wife...

I opened my jhumkas. I took a shower, changed into my nightdress and lied down on the bed.. Thinking over everything..

I was in my room when I heard a thud.. I went out and something hit my head causing me to become unconscious.

Next, I woke up with everyone hustling.... I slightly opened my eyes and saw Aarman's face.. His jaws were clenched as he held my hand tightly as people kept muttering things..

"He is a motherfucker!! " someone said..

"You son of a b***h!! " someone else yelled..

"Yeah, how can you marry another girl? Look at that poor girl sobbing.. Asshole!! " another one yelled..

And my hand automatically went up to my hairline. As I looked at it I realized some red substance on my hairline and my conclusion was... vermilion.. I looked at Aarman who had his eyes closed and a tear slipped from his eyes..

I went to wipe it but he held my hand and nearly crushed it... I pressed my lips to control the scream and just then Alisha came and picked me by my arm, slapping me.

"You b¡tch! You married Aarman, tell everyone! Aarman wasn't at fault... He loved me.. " she sobbed out, falling to the ground.

Though I was unable to understand what actually happened I knew if I denied the fact that I didn't plan this whole thing and slyly got married to Aarman he would be more than just humiliated. I nodded voluntarily.. She slapped me and I held my cheek as tears flowed out of my eyes and shock covered my face.

"Stop!! " Aarman yelled and came up to where we were standing "...she is my wife now, you can't just slap her.. " he said and Alisha was shocked. So was I and everyone present in the room.

"But Aar— " he cut her off.

"Forget it! Now that we are married and will have to live with each other for a year forget this.. Babe, don't worry I'll always remain yours.. no slut can take me away from you.. " Ouch!? That hurt.. how can he just call me a slut!? I have no freaking idea about what was going on...

I woke up at around eight o'clock and got dressed. I made my way to the kitchen and got some juice when Aarman walked in furiously and turned me to face him..

"You couldn't wake me up? " he yelled on my face.

"What!? " I asked in confusion.

"Why didn't you wake me up? " he asked again tightening his grip on my arm as I wiggled out of his grip this time.

"You have no right to yell at me Aarman!! As it is you don't even consider me as your friend leave alone wife.. Stop yelling!! " I yelled back at him with frustration.

"You'll pay for this... " he huffed and walked away...

...as I crashed on the floor crying. What was my mistake? Saving my best friend's dignity? Or trying to make things work?