Owning the Love of my life

You believe him to be the love of your life. What if he is not? What if you are wrong?

Aadhi's POV

I was left alone in a highly decorated room with all kinds of flowers. It was my wedding night. The clock showed 7 pm. It was an arranged marriage, and I didn't know this man before. I was kind of nervous to be in the same room with a stranger... or should I say... my husband? I noticed the king-sized bed in the room was highly decorated. I have never understood the concept of decorating the bed with flowers. It just made me more anxious. There were some fruits and sweets neatly arranged on a plate kept at the nearby table and a glass of milk for my husband which is also on the table. As I didn't want to destroy those decorations, I sat on the edge of the bed and I started thinking.

I reminisced about the moments when I dream about how my marriage should happen and how I imagined my life with my future husband. But when you think of having an apple, life gives you a lemon which is what exactly happened in my life. I didn't know anything about the person whom I married. I just saw him once before marriage. I didn't even know what was his name or what he was doing... nothing.

You might ask me how could I marry him without knowing anything about him, that's the beauty of arranged marriage. If both the families liked each other then the marriage will happen for sure. If the boy and girl wants, they can get to know each other in the limited time they have been given. This marriage was held without my consent. I just said yes for the sake of my parents. They have been through a lot because of me. I didn't want to be a burden to them anymore. So I didn't show any interest to get to know him. As a result, I was sitting in that room anxiously waiting to see what happens next in my life's chapter.

While I was thinking, I heard that someone's opening the door, entering the room, and closing the door. While this happened, I just sat there unmoving like a statue without knowing what to do. I didn't even care to see who was coming inside. 'Hopefully, I think it's my husband.' He walked towards the bed and sat on the other edge of the bed. Even now I didn't raise my head to see him. There was a silence between the two of us. Each of us didn't know what to talk about and how to start.

After a few minutes of silence, he tried to talk but he couldn't. He was stammering. I can't believe that he came here drunk. For the first time, I raised my head to see him with a disgusted look.

I think he understood my look and said "yes I am drunk. My friends forced me to, as it was my wedding night." I didn't say anything back.

After a few minutes "okay that's enough. Remove your clothes and lie down I will finish whatever I have to do," he said in a tone of annoyance.

I was shocked to hear this. I was looking at him questioningly 'is he talking for sure or is this some kind of stupid prank?' The way he looked at me I can see that he was damn serious.

I didn't know what to do next. Is this what I expected? Hell no. I was about to burst into tears with this unexpected statement from a stranger who happens to be my husband. I just sat there without even moving an inch planning what to do next.

I guess he was annoyed that I didn't react the way he wants to. So he came closer to me and tried to touch me. I didn't want him to touch me, so I ran away from him.