My Husband is a Mafia

To Marry Him Again

Devika's Point of View:

Next day a few women from the women arrived. I was marrying Ranveer for another time. All the women started getting me ready for the marriage.

As I finally stood in front of the mirror I couldn't have been pleased.

I was wearing a red saree with not very heavy makeup and beautiful earrings. I smiled back at myself. I did not know why, but I was happy. Happy to marry the Gangster.

Ranveer loved Aarti and I did not even care at the moment. I had started developing a certain liking for the hard and cold man, maybe I felt sympathy for him but I did not care. I loved it.

The women led me into a small place where they had set up the tent - like place for the marriage. I slowly went and sat beside Ranveer who kept flashing his fake smile to everyone. We took the vows again knowing it was all false in our relationship. After the marriage was over, I was made to sit in a well decorated bed in a room, waiting for him to come.

Under my long veil I could remember our first night. I felt goosebumps as I gulped nervously. Just then the door opened.

Ranveer's Point Of View:

I walked in to find her seated on the bed. I gulped nervously. How was I to approach her knowing the way I had behaved with herthe last few days was unnecessarily bad.

'Why are you even bothered?!', my mind shot at me as I entered the dimly lit room.

I knew I was bothered, and why? I did not know.

I slowly walked up to her and lifted her veil. She looked pretty in the dimly lit room. Her hazel eyes looking perfect with the kajal she had put. I kept on looking at her for a while. She stood up after some time to bring the glass of milk. There was an awkward silence in the room.

As she handed the glass to me our eyes met. My eyes locked with hers. What was happening to me? What was she doing to me?

After a while I looked away from her. I had never felt this even with Aarti.

Aarti had been with me ever since I had joined the gang. She was Vinod Khanna's only daughter and my only friend. One day she came up to me and said that she loved me. I also repeated her words because truly I did not know what love feels like. I still don't know, it was just that I did not want to break her heart and make her feel sad.

"Ranveer-", before she could begin I immediately cut her off. I could not allow myself to melt in front of her. Why would I?! She was no one.. absolutely no one to me.

"You will not speak, Ms. Singhal.", I said standing up and gaining back my cold composure.

Devika stood looking at me in anticipation, as if she had expected me to say something like that.

"Look, I know we have married again but that changes absolutely nothing between us. Nothing.", I said the last statement rigidly.

"So you still hate me?", She asked - her voice had suddenly become emotionless. I felt a tinge of success, she did not care about me anymore.

Devika's Point Of View:

"No! I do not care about you!", He spat. I could have hated him but somehow my heart seemed to say that he was lying. He was pretending.

"Fine..", I said looking away. He pulled me harshly by my hand towards himself.

I bumped against his muscular frame.

"You are my property. You will not do anything against my will!", He said in a soft dangerous whisper as he claimed my lips. I gave into him this time, as if that was all I wanted.

The kiss slowly became passionate. We parted after what seemed like ages of bliss, panting for breath. His eyes flashed in the dim light. The look of longing was quite evident and I was not going to move away from it.

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