my tough husband

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 POV: Preeti

my hands were cold with the thought of what was going to happen. the memories of past were haunting me that how I was at the verge of molestation. an attempt to gang r**e me when I was 17 by his damn friends. yes, Manav's damn friends tried to r**e me because they felt that punishment was needed for me. 7 years back when I proposed to him and he rejected he called his friends and told them to handle me as he was going after Diya. I had no idea that Diya was in love with Manav else I would never have shared my feelings for him. and then his friends tried to touch harass me. I still can't forget that day.

flashback

Manav called his friend and said, "hey john, handle Preeti she destroyed everything. she proposed to me and Diya heard her and she went running and I have to go behind her. make sure Preeti doesn't destroy anything ahead of this"

and then his friend john came with three other friends and john held my hands tightly. his other friend my legs while the other started touching me everywhere in the worst way possible. they blindfolded me, tore my clothes, hitting me and just when they were about to hurt me the way I would never recover from the guard came and saved me. but that gross memory is still fresh. he probably has enjoyed it too if he wasn't busy with Diya. that is the reason I am a lawyer and the leading feminist. I made sure those bastards went behind the bars but in a country like India the crime they committed got them the prison of 4 years and they were released. Manav was not in the country to witness his friends’ prison. he shifted to America and returned two years later with Arya in his hands. 

flashback ends

as I reminisce those bad memories, I didn’t realise the tear. Sobbing and shivering from fear but my lovely husband was as cold as ice beside me. no affection, no comforting hand to his wife. another reason to hate him even more. hadn't he already broken me that now he wants me living death. we reached the apartment and my horror turned into terror. but to my relief he went off. I took a breath of relief as in the panic starts to replace it. s**t I forgot my phone and he didn't give me the keys. I have no money. now what would I do. the large mansion he owned in Bandra was something worth noticing. the huge garden, large windows, pastel coloured walls were just beautiful. I sat outside the house as already being tired with events and waited, waited and waited and dozed off to sleep. I woke when someone tried to touch me when I opened my eyes it was Manav. his eyes red and he wasn't able to walk properly, he stumbled and fell over me. I pushed him aside with huge sheer of strength but he was huge. and then I got up and then helped him to get up out of generosity. he handled me the keys still stumbling and fumbling as if he had all the liquor of the bar shop.  I opened the gate and saw the huge house looked even more mesmerising from inside. it was nothing like apartment it was something fantastic.

the walls had various paintings. vibrant colours. my house was nothing like this. we were the rich zamindars of old times so our lifestyle was way too old and royal. this was all modern. the kitchen was amazing and the master bedroom had a king-sized bed. the room was red with an attached bathroom and dresser. lost in the awe of the house/ bungalow/ apartment whatever he called I forgot about his drunken state. as much as I was happy that he was drunk and would not touch me. so, I took him to the master bedroom and made him lie there and quickly went to the other room. I didn’t want to share the bedroom with him. all my clothes were in his room and I didn’t want to go that way so I removed my jewellery and make up, took a bath and went to the bed of the other room. I dozed off before I even realised.

but in the middle of night I felt someone touch me. I jerked my eyes open only to witness my drunken husband in front of me in as he pulled the blanket aside. thank god I wore my saree back since I wasn’t comfortable sleeping naked. he said, “come to bed. why are you sleeping here?"

I replied, “I don't want to sleep in there I’m fine here "

"are you upset it didn't happen the way you planned?", he asked.

" no, I am happy. as if there is anything that happened the way I planned", my voice full of sarcasm

"now come to bed. I don't like girls arguing to me especially if she is my wife "

the words hit my sensitive spot. I demanded, “if I had been Diya you would have still asserted that bloody statement?"

he said, “but you are not Diya. " and then he lifted me in his arms to take me to his room. I resisted but he was too big and I was too small. my protests, screams and scratches didn't matter. then he closed the door and locked it.

fear stroked through me. now is the time he would want his basic marital right, right to sleep with me but I can’t do that because of my past experiences I’m way too sensitive for such kind of touch. I don't like the touch of even my family members and he is asking the very much piece of me. which I always thought to share with the person who would heal me. to snap me out of my thought he touched my bare stomach and punched me towards him. it felt gross and I resisted giving him a hard push...

to be continued ...........