-: Rajeshri :-

Urgh! He is the most insolent, infuriating and annoying human being to ever exist on this planet.

Coming out of the washroom, I banged the door shut behind me and stomped towards the bed, kicking it's foot.

Plopping down on it I rubbed my face harshly to eradicate any sign of the earlier events which had left my face all red and warm. They flashed in front of my eyes. The way he hold me in the kitchen, him groping my ass in the washroom. Heat creeped it's way up my face and I huffed in annoyance. I should be hating his touches, but strangely I wasn't disgusted.

This was wrong. Just because he was my husband now, it didn't mean I had forgotten what he had done. He had painfully ripped me away from my love, and I won't surrender to him.

And on the top of that he was extra dramatic. I did feel guilty of injuring him with the knife. It wasn't even my intention. I just wanted him to step back from me, cause his closeness was creating havoc in my body. But like the infuriating man he was, he let me stab him. And that wound didn't even need stitches. A bandaid would have done the work. But no! He had to go overboard and ordered me to stitch him up.

Getting from the bed I stomped towards the closet. Ma had ordered me to wear a saree today cause some really important guests were coming. They were the most influential members of our party and I needed to behave like a perfect Pradhan's wife in front of them, cause it was the matter of my husband's reputation.

I fumbled in the closet and tried to look for a perfect saree to doll myself up. Each and every one of them were beautiful, so I took out a Varanasi silk in bright yellow color. The design on it was eye catching and the color, vibrant.

Taking out the blouse and petticoat I dumped them on the bed, and strolled up to the washroom door. I needed to make sure that Shamrat ji won't walk out when I would be getting ready. Plastering my ear to the washroom door I heard the shower running.

Okay, I had enough time to get ready.

Quickly walking up to the bed I pulled my kurti over my head and threw it on bean bag. Discarding my plazzo pants I grabbed the petticoat and pulled it up to my waist, tying a knot there. The blouse was an intricate one, so it took a few seconds to understand it.

After I finally found the sleeves I wore it, but the hooks were on my back. So I strode to the mirror to hook it up. It took me more than a few minutes to hook up the whole thing, and when I was done with it I was huffing and sweating. My arms were paining because they were angled back for a long time.

But the actual problem occurred when I took the saree in my hand. I had absolutely so idea how to wear a sare. Baba had helped me in past whenever I had worn sare. But now, who was going to help me? I couldn't even tell Mom. She would think I was a useless girl.

Fumbling with the saree in my hand I wrapped it around my waist and tucked a small part below my bellybutton. I knew only that much. Taking the other end of the sara I tried to make pleats, but all of them were uneven. After trying for more than five minutes, I looked at myself in the mirror.

The shoulder pleats was lying unevenly on my chest, the waist pleats were tucked in very high, and waist border was a hanging loosely.

I was a complete mess.

I huffed a exasperated sigh and whined out, sitting down on the floor with legs tucked beneath me. My lower lip was jutted out in a deep scowl.

What the hell would I do now? Mom had ordered me to be downstairs within fifteen minutes. How could I go down looking like an idiot?

"Need some help?" A deep voice resonated behind me and I whirled around swiftly. Shamrat ji was standing near the door, leaning on the door frame, his arms crossed on his chest which was accentuating his bulging biceps, and there was a hint of smirk present on his lips.

Wait! How long was he standing here?

"No," I scoffed and turned back towards the mirror, my scowl deepning. I needed help, but I was too full of pride to ask him.

"Okay." He shrugged and was about to walk out of the door, when my voice stopped him.

"Wai ... wait! Actually ...," I drawled, biting my lower lip. If I let this opportunity slip away, God knew how I would be down on time.

"Yes?" he asked, cocking one of his perfect eyebrows.

Swallowing down my pride, I ducked my head down and mumbled, "Can you help me with the saree?"

Shamrat ji's eyebrows furrowed, in feign confusion and he pretended to pull his ear, trying to listen better.

"I am sorry? I didn't get you. Can you repeat that and in a bit louder voice? And don't forget to add please," he mocked, tilting his head to the side. My annoyance spiked at his ridiculous demand.

Why was he doing this to me? He was again taking advantage of the situation, and if looks could kill he would be six feet underneath.

But I wasn't in position to show off my attitude, so I attempted to clear my throat and said in a sickly sweet voice, "Shamrat ji, can you please help me with the saree?"

His smile widened as he quickly stood up straight and sauntered towards me. His gait was confident and smooth which almost made me admire him. Almost. His steps falter in front of me, as he grasped the pleat of my waist and started making proper folds.

His movements were really slow, and the way his eyebrows were furrowing I wasn't really whether he would be able to do it or not. "Do you want me to open the tutorial video on YouTube? Maybe that would help?" I suggested.

His eyes darted up at me, as he grabbed my waist with one hand, holding my shoulder pleat with other. I gasped out when he pulled me towards him, and his hot breath fell on my collar bones.

"Don't worry sweetheart. Your husband is excellent in handling sarees," he whispered in my ear in a deep velvety voice and adjusted the foldings below my blouse. I watched him with hawk eyes and parted lips, as he sat on his haunches and tucked my waist pleats in nicely.

Standing up straight, he towered over me and turned me back. His arms were encircling my waist and only God knew what he was doing. After a minute, he leaned into me and kept the shoulder pleat neatly in my right shoulder, leaving a lingering kiss below my ear.

His antics made me squirm, but I didn't complain much cause he was helping me. Taking a safety pin from the dressing table, he pinned up the shoulder pleat and heaved a sigh in relief

Taking two steps back, he raked his eyes on me from top to bottom, as I squirmed at his sharp gaze. He titled his head to the side, deeply looking at my waist, furrowing his eyebrows.

Before I could comment something he strolled upto me, and adjusted the saree on my waist properly, so that only a silver of skin was visible and turned me towards the mirror.

My eyes widened as I looked at my figure. The saree was perfectly claddded on my body, and the way he had done it was making me look slimmer and elegant, confident and beautiful. The shoulder pleat was perfect, and the way he had tucked in the saree border on my waist, it was looking modest yet sexy.

How did he do this?

I looked at him through the mirror and a smile automatically came to my lips. His face was blank but the way his dark eyes were twinkling I was sure he had enjoyed this and could sense my happiness.

Looking back at my figure, memories started flooding back into my mind. Memories of those time where Baba used to help me to wear saree. Tears welled up in my eyes when Baba's face flashed in my memory, and I looked up at the ceiling to keep the tears at bay.

"What happened?" Shamrat ji asked, his voice deep and smooth.

"Will baba ever forgive me?" I asked, my voice cracking at the end. I knew I had hurt Baba, but it wasn't my intention. He was ashamed of me and I wished I could go back in past and stop my self from doing that hideous deed. I should had tried other means rather than eloping.

"That depends on how sooner you redeem yourself; and on me." As usual Shamrat ji's arrogance knew no limit.

I narrowed my eyes at him from the mirror and he cracked me a smirk. His ego was too high.

"What has 'baba forgiving me' has to do anything with you?" I clipped. If possible, his already smug face turned more smugged.

"If you don't give me a reason to complain back to your father, and if I forgive you soon, your father will also let your mistakes pass." I scoffed at his words.

"And by that you mean surrendering to your sexual appetite, isn't it?" I snapped at him, keeping my hands on my hips.

"You have no reason to deny me. Admit it or not, I am hot. And no, not just surrendering to me sexually. I want you as a man want his woman to be. A companion for life time."

His words made me whirl back and I gave him a look. His face were blank as usual, but his eyes were longing for something. I decided not to comment on it.

Turning back towards the mirror I looked at myself in awe. It was stunning. "How did you do this?" I asked, in a hushed murmur, actually curious. When he said he knew how to handle sarees, I didn't think that he could make me look so beautiful in this saree.

He prowled and stood behind me, his heat engulfing my back. A blush coated my neck and cheek at our proximity as he gently tucked away the hair from my neck and left a gentle kiss on my nape, his fingers grasping my waist.

"I had helped Mini count less times."

As soon as the words registered in my brain, my eye brows furrowed in confusion and I felt a spike of anger through me.

Mini? Who was that? Another woman? But why would he help another woman in wearing a saree?

"Who is that?" I asked, trying to keep the irritation in my voice at bay.

Shamrat ji's eyebrows shot up with at my tone. It was kind of sharp, but I quickly ducked my head down and pretended to adjust my waist pleats.

"Mini is a huge part of my life." His answer did nothing to calm my nerves but before I could say anything else a knock sounded in the room.

I stride towards the door and opened it to see Beila didi was standing there.

"Yes?"

"Mem sahab is calling you two down. The guests are here."

She scampered away and I gave a quick glance at Shamrat ji. He was wearing a yellow kurta with jeans, and it was making him look dashing. I quickly tore my eyes away from him, and motioned him with my head to go.

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-: SHAMRAT :-

Beila served us lunch as we sat with the guests. Mom as usual, was sitting on the head chair of tha table. The guests were the senior members of my party. Mom had knew them from a long time and they respected Mom a lot.

One by one Mom introduced everyone to Rajeshri, as she said namaste to everyone with a genuine soft smile. When the introduction period was over, I explained to her which member was in charge of which ward. Our village wasn't really a small one. It had 11 wards, and was advanced in compared to the neighbouring villages.

At the table, Leila had sat beside Shri on her insistence. So both of them were busy gossiping where as I talked to Pratik, who was in charge of ward 6. I was busy in discussing an important topic when Arnav tapped me to grab my attention.

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Mr. Tarun Dixit had arranged a welcome for the two of you at the Village High school, on Sunday. The other Pradhans from neighboring villages will also be coming. You and Rajeshri ma'am needs to attain it."

I nodded at him and looked at Shri. She was looking beautiful in the saree. My chest swelled up when I remembered how gracefully she had strode down the stairs wearing the saree without stumbling even once. She was my wife, and I would teach her to keep her head high.

She was so content in talking to Leila that she hadn't even bothered to look up at me. As she was siting across me so I decided to tease her a bit.

Getting rid of my leather shoes, I dragged my right leg towards where Shri was sitting. Within a second my toes touch a soft thumb and Shri jumped on her seat, throwing me an incredulous look, her eyes widening in shape of saucers.

My lips twitched but I turned my face away from her and talked to Arnav, my right toe still caressing her leg. She twitched on her seat
occasionally throwing me daggers from her eyes.

I continued my sweet torture on her for a few more seconds, but then decided to make it more tough for her. Twisting my toe, I pulled her left leg more into under the table, and decided to run my toenails on her calf muscles. If possible her face turned more red and she grinded her jaw.

Before I could continue my antics, she kicked my leg away harshly and I almost choked on my coke. That was a powerful blow.

Taking the tissue I coughed on it to smoothen my throat. Shri was taking to Leila, but a smug smile was present on her face.

I would get back to her for this.

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-: Rajeshri :-

I strolled into the room, seconds away from passing out. My whole body was aching due to lack of rest. After lunch was over, a few distant relatives of Shamrat ji, wanted to finish the weeding rituals.

Both of us had shared a look of complete disdain, but when Mom complied with their demands, we had to do as they said.

I plopped down on the bed, sighing out in exhaustion. Wearing a saree was also one of the most annoying thing.

Shamrat ji strode into the room, typing something on his phone, his eyebrows furrowed. I quickly climbed down from the bed, trotting inside the washroom. There wasn't an ounce of energy left in me to deal with him or this saree.

Footsteps rang behind me, but before I could turn back and check, a rough pair of hand circled around my waist, hot breath falling on my neck.

"What's the hurry sweetheart? Are you trying to escape from me?" His husky voice erupted goosebumps on my skin.

"Shamrat ji, let go of me. I am already tried and I want to get of this saree as fast as possible." I thrashed in his hold and tried to jab my elbow, but all in vain. His hold tightened on me and he breathed into my hair.

"Hmm, I want to see you in saree everyday. This gives me quick acess to certain parts," he husked into my ear, kissing my shoulder blade, his fingers teasing my waist.

My eyes widened as soon as his words reached my ear. I was not going to wear a saree on regular basis.

Whirling around I faced him. His eyes were twinkling with a mischievous glint and I narrowed down my eyes in slits.

"I am not wearing sarees anymore. Its torturous! You can't make me," I snapped at him. If he thought that he was going to control my every action and move, they way I dressed, moved and talked, he was a big dilutionist. I was not a woman who yields easily to her husband's obnoxious demands.

Every sign of mirth vanished from his face as soon as I threw those words at him, and his features turned felonious.

Clenching his jaw, he grabbed my chin roughly with his forefinger and thumb, restraining my movements. "You better watch that tone with me sweetheart." His hard tone sent chilly waves down my spine.

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