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Hayat

After Rukhsat's Wedding Ceremony, Angad asked everyone to proceed for dinner.

I have never seen a more lavish feast than this. People dressed in best of their clothes and looking proud but not as proud or mighty as my husband looks at this moment. He was standing with me at a height. His whole family was standing behind us, including Rukhsat and Arjun.

The entire night I kept my eyes down not wanting to talk to anyone at all. Anyways, it wasn't like a lot of people were attempting to talk to me. It is not like I expect them to respect me or anything. Their King doesn't exactly respect me. 

Whenever I look up, I find him looking at me and this indecent man doesn't even try to cover up the fact that he was staring at me instead he looks straight into my eyes.

As if he knew what was on my mind he said, "I can stare at you as much as I want, infact I can do a lot more than just staring. You know that I am your husband now. Right?"

It wasn't a stupid question. We both know that I was very much his wife even though it wasn't willingly but nonetheless I am his wife.

He wasn't looking for an answer either because that would again be stupid and I know that this man is a lot of things but he is not stupid.

I know what he is trying to say here. He was indicating towards the long night coming ahead.

It isn't like he isn't crude enough to say it in front of me because he has done just that more than a few times.

I think that he likes to see the realization dawning upon my confused face slowly because when I look up at him with my eyes widened, his lips tug upward into what I would call a smirk.

It isn't like I am a fool. I know what he is referring to. I don't know how I will handle the situation when it comes to that.

I shake my head lightly after I turn my face away from him in embarrassment.

The party drags along slowly as I stand next to him while people come and Congratulate us on our wedding. As if this was a happy affair. Maybe, it was for them but for me, this was the death of my freedom.

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Time flew by probably because I wasn't paying attention to what was happening but because I was thinking about what was going to happen.

Soon enough, I was escorted to a huge chamber. As soon as I enter, I assume that it is Angad's Chamber because of the masculinity seeping out of every corner of the room.

The room was covered with rose petals and was lit dimly by candles and diyas, giving the room a very soft flow. More of the beautiful aroma I inhale, the more my heart slumps.

I know that he is my husband now and he has a right to consummate the marriage tonight. Will he listen to me if I tell him that I don't want to tonight? I highly doubt that. He didn't stop touching me before our wedding so to think that he will listen to me and give up his right is something I don't expect him to do.

I sit on the bed with my hands on my knees, just the way a newly wed bride is supposed to be sitting. Waiting for her husband to come but this bride was hoping that somehow her husband forgets the way to his own room or gets lost and just doesn't show up. I know these are futile wishes because I know very well that this will happen. If not today then tomorrow.

The door opens and I know it is him because who else would it be. My back stiffens and I sit straighter. My head drops down, for some reason, I didn't want to look at him.

I hear his footsteps patiently. He walking towards the bed. He keeps his sword in its place, next to his cupboard. Next he takes out a knife which he keeps at the bedside table, all the while his eyes are on me. I can feel his gaze.

While I am sitting in the centre of the bed, he sits on the edge of the bed and says,"Remove all your jewelry and veil and then come back to bed". 

I didn't expect that. I couldn't process what exactly was happening.

"I don't like to repeat myself again and again", he says with a heavy voice. His voice sends chills down my spine.

I get off the bed and carefully take off all my jewellery taking a lot more time than what I actually need. I was hoping he would be tired and just fall asleep or something but I remind myself, if not today then tomorrow so it is better if i just get done with this. Maybe he gets bored with me and decides to marry someone else or something.

He comes and stands behind me. I still hadn't taken my veil off my head eventhough it wasn't covering my face anymore. I just wasn't able to wrap my head around the fact that I have to at some point bare my hair to his eyes.

He turns me around to face him quickly. His hands shoot up and I flinched and closed my eyes.

"Did you think that I was going to hurt you?", he asked in a low voice. His tone indicated that he was hurt.

I looked up at him to see a pained expression on his face.

I choose to remain silent and dropped my head to avoid his looking into his eyes because honestly I don't know why I did that.

"You will take your eyes off mine for the rest of the night", he ordered.

I nodded slightly.

He takes the veil off my hair and then let's them loose.

His hands found my bare waist and started roaming around my body. It felt like he was looking for somethin- my blouse was unhooked just like that.

He starts to work the blouse off my shoulders in a hurry. I have tears in my eyes but I make no attempt to stop him from what he is doing.

My blouse comes off and my chest is bare for him to look at. His eyes left our heated gaze to look down.

His hand teasingly go up to grab my nipples. They were already hard because of the slightly cold air. He pinches them lightly making me gasp at the weird sensation.

I can't take this anymore. I slightly push him away and grab my dupatta to wrap it around me but his hand grasps mine a hard grip.

"You know it is my right Hayat", he reminds me with a stern voice.

I turn around to look at him. I don't trust my words in this moment so I decide to just shake my head pleading him not to go ahead with it.

With one hard yank, I am back in his arms, only this time my bare chest is pressing on his clothed one.

He hungrily starts kissing me. The intensity of his kiss is so much that we end up walking backwards till the back of my knees hits with the round bed.

As soon as we crash on the bed, he holds both my hands above my head. I could barely move under him.

I feel him moving a little lower and suddenly something wet touches my chest and I look down to see that he is sucking and licking my nipples. I turn my head around in shame, hating myself for the sensations of I was feeling.

His assault on my breast continues for a while before he briefly let's go of my arms to take off his own Kurta. I make no attempt to resist him anymore.

He starts again with kissing my lips but this time it was a little frantic as if he was in an urgent need of something.

His hand were roaming around the sides of my waist. A second later, I realized that he had found the knot of my skirt and he had opened it. His hand gets inside of the waistband of my skirt and I feel his cold fingers reaching towards the most intimate part of my body.

I shut my eyes tight and brace myself for the assault and violation of my body it never comes. I opened my eyes and saw him looking directly into mine.

"I am not going to stop if that's what you think. I have waited long enough. You knew what was going to happen tonight and it is still going to happen. I don't care if you want it to happen or not. This isn't in your hands anymore".

With one hard pull he had pulled down my skirt completely and my red silk panties was the only piece of clothing that I was wearing.

I was beyond embarrassed but more than that I was angry at him. He is taking me unwillingly. What kind of a man is he?

When he started removing my panties I panicked and with all my strength pushed him off of me.

He stumbled but quickly composed himself. He pushed my down on the bed again. Holding my hand above my head again, he ties them up with my dupatta to the headboard, leaving me naked and defenseless.

"I told you Hayat that this is going to happen and by pushing me away you are just making this worse for yourself. You are my wife. You should be doing your duty". He sounded angry now and I was scared.

As soon as he said that, I broke down terribly. I was sobbing full on. I know that cry doesn't help my situation at all. This monster probably likes my cries. I feel a coarse hand on my cheeks attempting to wipe the constant tears flowing out of my eyes. I instantly open my eyes and find him look at me with a blank expression. He unties my hands and gets up from the bed and threw at the bed near me, his Kurta. He wanted me to wear it? At any other point I would have  been furious but in this moment I was extremely thankful for any kind of clothing piece to protect my from him.

I put it over my head and I start to calm down.

"Hayat, tomorrow".