CHAPTER 2:
Sneha’s POV:
After that uncomfortable journey which seemed unending, we finally reached the Arora Mansion. As soon as the car stopped, he stepped out of the car while I was stuck with this heavy lehenga. I was still pondering as to how to get down with this lehenga when suddenly, a hand came in front of me to help me off the car. I looked up and saw the same guy offering me his hand with a small and genuine smile playing on his lips.
“Thank you” I said in a small voice as he helped me.
“Most welcome” he replied in his sweet voice with a smile.
“Ab is kalash ko gira kar ghar ke andar aao” My mother in law told me. I did as instructed and after the completion of all necessary rituals, I was escorted to my new room, for my suhaagraat.
The room was decorated with scented candles and rose petals and it seemed to create the atmosphere for a night I was not ready for. Sitting in the middle of the bed with my face covered with my veil, the only thing in my mind was how will I be able to survive in this marriage. My father-in-law did not seem to me as an approachable person, just like my father. My mother-in-law, I feel dislikes me but I think when I will interact with her, maybe she shall change her mind. My husband… I don’t know… he did not give me the caring and loving vibes, but maybe I am wrong.
My chain of thoughts was broken when I heard the door opening. I looked through my ghoongat to see Siddharth closing the door of the room. As his footsteps neared me, my heart also started beating at an increasing pace.
“Listen Sneha“, he said as caught hold of my hand, but I jerked his hand. He again tried to touch me but I again resisted.
“Sneha I know yeh sab itna jaldi ho gaya and we did not even have time to get to know each other. But ab hum saath hain and there is no point denying everything right. So chalo like a good wife fulfil all my needs.” He said in a voice which disgusted me but I had no choice. Tears were flowing out of my eyes but I still had this tiny hope that he will spare me tonight.
“Suniye mujhe thoda time chahiye” I pleaded to him to show some mercy but no avail, he was like all other men of my family, heartless.
“Biwi ho toh biwiyon waale kaam karo samjhi” he shouted harshly pushing me on the bed harshly.
He came over me and harshly removed my dupatta and jewellery and started biting on my neck and shoulders.
“Please its paining a lot and mujhe ye sab theek nahi lag raha please leave me” I cried in pain, begging for mercy.
“Oh baby, it’s your first time na that’s why you are so scared. Don’t worry, thodi der mein sab accha lagega” he said removing my blouse and attacking my cleavage. I tried to push him off me but he harshly pinned me don by my arms.
“Yaar, pati hoon tumhara, itna toh trust karo mujhpe ki I won’t do anything wrong” he shoted at me but I could not trust him, he was a beast in human disguise. Trust is where there is respect and Siddharth had lost his respect in my eyes so trusting him was out of question.
After loads of screaming and shouting and begging him for mercy, this beast finally claimed me and I lost my voice. I became numb and just stopped struggling, I came to terms with the fact that now I am his property and I am helpless about it.
The rest of the night passed with Siddharth pleasuring himself and me crying silent tears.
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Manik’s POV:
“Finally!” I exclaimed as I dropped down on the bed, almost dead with exhaustion. Looking after the guests and their needs is no easy task. Cherry on top is the injury on my hands. Though it’s not anything serious but still I will have to be little careful about them.
“Shit yaar bohot bhook lagi hai but khaaon kaise, these injured hands won’t let me eat much food” I said sadly to myself as I remembered how difficult it was for me to eat dinner in the wedding.
Remembering about the wedding, my thoughts roamed around the happenings of the last few hours. My thoughts went towards Sneha Bhabhi. She looked so naïve and innocent, I wonder how she will manage in this family. I just hope ki bhaiya keeps her happy and respects her.
Not having anything to do and hunger taking away all my sleep, I decided to complete some office work. It has been two months since I came from London and joined Arora Industries. However, even after staying away from home all these years, the treatment met out to me is the same when I came to this hose when I was 5, harsh and unwanted.
It’s not like my life was any better with my real mother. The everyday shouting and beating was too much for a toddler to bear. The worst thing was to see your mother with a different man every night and her calling you a mistake. Finally, she decided to send me to my father so that I am not a hindrance in her profession.
Having been through a lot in life, I have become immune to harsh treatment. Maybe that is why Mrs. Arora’s words don’t hurt me as much as they did when I was a child. First my tears were unstoppable but now, I have very well mastered the art of hiding my tears and pain. I just wish that nobody should live a life like me, not even my enemies.
From childhood, I have seen bhaiya getting all his wishes fulfilled, being pampered by both parents, but no one even gave me a glance. Hell, if not for my passport, I would’nt even know when my birthday was. That’s how my life is. I stood first in class, no one cared. I topped my board exams, no one cared. Heck I graduated from the best university in London, still no one gave a damn. I know I should hate them but damn I can’t do that, I just can’t.
Thinking about my sufferings in life, I unknowingly slept on the study table with tears in my eyes and no one to wipe them off.