Under his gaze (his forced bride) by Olivia Jessie (bearly read books .txt) 📗

I woke up with a deadly headache. I tried to sit but the pain between my thighs made me flinch. i remembered all the scenes from last night. i had to talk to my parents. i meant at least my mom. she would understand me.  Under me, the light yellow bedsheet was covered with blood. I stood up and opened my bag and grabbed a pink saree and slowly walked towards the bathroom. I was too sore to do anything but his touch on me haunted me. 

As I saw my reflection in the mirror, I gulped down in fear. My breasts were covered with his bites and purple bruises lingered on my skin. I couldn't see myself and turned away from the mirror.After shower i went downstairs. i had to find a phone to contact her. As i reached the bottom of stairs, i heard him talking to someone on phone.

"Don't worry about your elections papa, you will surely win. i will arrange everything." i realised that mom told me about him being an orphan. then who is this papa? but then the word election came to my mind. is it my father?  yes!  the elections are coming and this time he want to be the MLA. 

i came forward. he looked at me for somewhile. " yes, she is fine." he said on the phone while still looking at me. " do you want to talk?" i looked at him. but he was asking dad. 

i knew my dad won't talk to me. he thought i was a weak person who would get emotional on phone. But he came towards me and switched on the speaker . he signed me to talk. i can't talk in front of him."hello?  Mihika? are you there?" papa asked.

"yes. Good morning papa. how are you?" i tried to keep  my voice normal.

"we are good and i hope you are also good . if not then you have to. " i looked at the ground." I know I may sound rude to you but that is your home now and your family.  we  are now no one to you. so give your best. and once i am elected as the MLA,i will visit you okay?" i tried to stop my tears. now he knows everything. That i have no one. 

" okay, papa. Is ma...." but dad disconnected the call. he put the phone in his pocket and walked away. Only to return after a few minutes.

" Prepare breakfast.. " he said . I looked at him." NOW." He said a bit louder. I nearly ran towards the kitchen.

once alone, i cried silently. while preparing the dough for aloo parantha.  thanks to my mom and her genetics that i am naturally good at cooking otherwise this man... what is his name? he raped me and i even don't know his name. that's so unfair.

i prepared the breakfast and laid the table. it was 9AM. i think he wasn't going to work today or did he even work?  the sound of chair dragging made me come out of my thoughts. he was staring at me. why did he have to stare? 

he started eating the breakfast.  But stopped and looked around the table for something. he looked at me" where is my milk?" i tried to control my shaking hands. 

"sorry, i didn't know . i will bring it. " i ran to the kitchen and brought a glass of milk. 

He again continued. Not even asking me once about what I felt about last night.  That he was sorry that he lost his control. He stopped for the second time and now his expression were different. He stopped chewing and stood up . i watched him spitting in the dustbin.

He came again  and  and his face was red. he walked towards  me and slapped me. my hand involuntarily went to my cheek.  He then drank water . " why did you put chilly? " i looked at him confused. So could he slap me for that? 

 I didn't reply . he came closer and held my chin to make me look at him." I .. DON'T .. LIKE.. CHILLY.." He said each word loud and clear. Tears flowed down my cheeks.  he went upstairs. 

i sat on the table and cried covering my mouth. i didn't expect this. i really wanted to make this marriage work. i couldn't do anything. i drank some water.  

" hey, come here!" he shouted from the bedroom. I panicked a little. But had no other choice.

Once i opened the door , he was sitting on the bed with nothing on except boxers. I knew it. he was a psychopath . Just 5 minutes ago he slapped me and now he wanted to sleep me. 

" Are you paralyzed? " he asked irritated. i walked towards him. He stood up and grabbed my arm to throw me on the bed. 

"please, I don't want to" i tried to stop him.

" shut up! who asked you to say something?" he crawled towards me. 

" i am a human and i can say anything i want to say and that when my body is related in the topic." i replied . but a sharp slap made me fall on the bed.

" what? your body? you have no right on yourself . i am your husband and this body belongs to me. you got that?" he unhooked my blouse and after few minutes i was naked. 

He assaulted my breasts. They were already bruised and swollen.i tried but i couldn't stop him.  the thrusts only increased my pain. i cried, i screamed but he was busy in his own world. i closed my eyes. Was this how every marriage supposed to be? I remembered talking to my younger sister,diya.

" come on . At least he is handsome . For god's sake look at his eyes. he is sooo talll.. dii.. just look at his muscles. " she kept on saying it . but i didn't see the photo . papa came early and it was in his phone.

" you will be so happy. he seems good." she hugged me and i blushed.
 

His irritating voice echoed in my ears as his face was beside mine while he was raping me. after some time he laid down on his side of the bed. i covered myself. the pain was unbearable. i couldn't walk. 

" listen, arrange your things in the closet , but don't you dare take too much space.  " I didn't reply." when i wake up, i want your things properly arranged. i will check. Get up!" and he turned to his left and closed his eyes.

i also wanted to sleep but i couldn't. i was already afraid of him. i took my saree and got dressed. then arranged the closet.. after arranging it, i walked downstairs and sat on the sofa. My soreness had increased too much. I covered myself protectively with my arms and fell into deep sleep .