sometimes its better to be a child, no worries and you always assume, the people around you are kind and good. no matter what happens you always have a positive vie even when something is hurting you.
I am in my thoughts when our car came to halt at the mansion, Harsha got down and opened the door of my side in a blink and again dragged me inside without even bothering about the grip on my wrist.
he threw me into the couch in our living room I fell on the couch and tears welled up, " what is wrong with" I yelled crying.
" shut up, I told you, not to go anywhere, ut you determine to disobey me," he shouted.
I flinched at his tone. anyone can tell he very mad.
" that is none of your business," I said still crying my voice is low.
" This is my house and you are my damn wife," he shouted again.
" you aide y my rules, just because I am being nice to you these days doesn't mean you can do whatever you want," he said.
"what did I do to you, why are you doing this?" madhura said still crying.
"DONT YOU DARE TALK ACK TO ME YOU UNDERSTAND?" he shouted grabbing my chin.
" f*****g answer me" he shouted again.
I flinched and nodded again.
"Sorry, please leave me, it's hurting," I said my tears are not listening t me flowing continuously.
" no it's my fault, that I married you, I shouldn't have agreed to marry you in the first place if it's not about that business deal.' he said in a calm yet angry tone leaving my chin.
I hung my head down and was crying, I felt sad, disappointed, betrayed. all this is about a business deal, my father sold me to this heartless cold-hearted bastard, just because of some deal.
I could stand there anymore, I ran towards my room, locked it, and fell on the floor and cried. cried until I lost my energy, "why? just is this even happening to me. I fell asleep while crying.