Yawning and stretching my limbs, I woke up with fresh mind. For few passing seconds, I remember nothing. It felt like every normal morning where I wake up and then after checking the table clock, snuggle back into my comforter until I realised that I'm married to a psychopath   and there's no way in a hell that any of my mornings from now on would be normal.

I placed my palms over my forehead to check my temperature and surprisingly I was okay. My body's not aching anymore and my head was also okay. I pushed the comforter aside and silently walked out of the room to find him. I need to ask him to get me some clothes. I can't stay forever in this bridal dress.

A delicious aroma of food rushed into my nostrils and I couldn't stop myself from following it to the kitchen but dude, when I caught the glimpse of kitchen, my jaw fell to the floor.

Arnav Khurana was cooking.
And, he was shirtless.

Woah, okay.

He has clean shaved his face and his wet hair were scattered all over his forehead. His perfectly toned chest was exclusively on show and dude, the man right in front of me looked so hot.

I mean just imagine a man cooking breakfast without wearing a damn shirt.
Isn't this kind of our favourite kink?

He melted the butter in pan before scrambling the eggs in it and that's when he noticed me. His eyes flicker over me for a lighting second and trust me, if I say that his eyes are the most shallowest pair I've ever seen then it wouldn't be a lie. There's simply no emotion in them.

Gesturing me towards the dinning table, he fixed his eyes back on the gas stove. I didn't feel like snapping my eyes away from him. It was such a great sight. Remind me again that how come a psychopath be this sexy?

Oh, hush. He's the person who's trying to make you suffer and yet you're shamelessly admiring him?

I pressed my lips into thin line and took baby steps to the table and pulled out a chair. Next in no minute, he came with a tray and placed it infront of me.

I gave him a sceptical look before I saw the food in the tray. Scrambled eggs, french toast, orange juice and fresh strawberry sandwich.

My mouth started salivating at the heavenly sight infront of me and without thinking twice, I started eating it and a low moan escaped pass my lips.

He knows how to cook and boy, he know how to cook deliciously.

“Why are you being nice to me?” I voiced the first thing that came to my mind.

The sound of his infamous chuckle echoed in the room as he grabbed a seat next to me. His bare shoulder touching mine and the intoxicating smell of his cologne flaring through my nostrils. A wave of uneasiness passed through me and no, it wasn't because I was actually feeling any discomfort. It was uneasy because knots were twisting in my stomach and my cheeks were burning red. Images of his well sculptured chest flashed from my peripheral vision and wow, this man is ethereal! If only he wasn't the most craziest person, I would've been flattered to even have a single sight of him.

“Now that you're my wife, I guess it's my duty to pamper you, isn't it, Mrs. Khurrana?” He blurted out in a mockery and took a sip of the orange juice before gripping my chair on the sides and turning it to him so that I can face him.

Our knees touched and my body was merely inches apart from his naked chest. Okay, what the hell am I suppose to do with all the butterflies bursting in my abdomen?

“But I guess you've already pampered me enough by forcing me to stand in the sun, isn't it, Mr. Khurrana?” I smiled, sarcastically.

He pressed his lips into thin line and before I could even blink, he pulled my chair further. My legs slides inbetween his thighs and I could practically feel my breath hitting his neck.

Snap out, Anaya.

I shook my head a little and tried to get away from him but instead he gripped the chair in place making it difficult to move.

“Let's go.” He pushed my chair away and stood up. Tugging my wrist, he made me get up on my feet.

“Where?” I asked, unsure of his intentions.

“To see your suprise.” He said, grabbing a t-shirt from the nearest couch and guiding it down his body.

What the hell this psycho has planned for me?

Last night he told me that I will never be able to meet anyone who's close to my heart and probably under the influence of medication, I may have cried or belived him but dude, he has no idea that who the fuck I'm. He could send everyone away from me but I'll fight my best to meet my mother. If I can marry a stranger for her then God knows what else I can do to meet her. He can't control me forever.

Clicking my tongue, I waved my hands in front of his face. “I can't wear this damn dress forever, don't you think?”

He took a second to look at my bridal dress before humming in response. “Wear anything from my clothes for now.”

I opened my mouth to argue but his stern look made me close my mouth.

“You've five minutes.”

I rolled my eyes and quickly rushed to his room. Opening his wardrobe, I took out one of his shirt and wore it. Length of the shirt reached upto my mid thigh and that made me wonder what if I go out like this? It'll definitely piss him off, isn't it? Why would he like to take me out only in his shirt after all for everyone I'm a goddamn wife of him?

Releasing my hair from the bun, I buttoned the shirt, leaving few near my cleavage purposely. Geez, not the right time to act sexy.

Ignoring my consciousness, I rushed out of the room.

He was leaning against the wall, scrolling  through his phone when his eyes caught a look of me. For a second, something flickered in his eyes when he saw my bare thigh but soon he held a blank face and gestured me to follow him.

My jaw dropped in shock. What the hell? Don't tell me that he's not bothered at all? Where the fuck he's taking me to?

I followed him silently, bare feet. Offcourse I can't wear that shiny wedding heels ever again. 

Opening the car's door, I sat in the passenger's seat and pressed my eyes shut. I don't want to look out of the windshield or else I'll start freaking out with sweats, nausea and the haunting memory of that night when I hit someone with car.

I shook my head to clear everything and waited for the car to stop. I don't know for how long I kept my eyes close but as soon as the car stopped, I rushed out of it and without wasting a single second, I looked around to see the place where he had taken me.

There was nothing but only trees around us. I knitted my eyebrows in confusion and looked at him. “Where are we?”

He didn't answer me. After locking his car, he held my hand and pulled me to somewhere inbetween the trees. After awhile, he left my hand and slided his arm around my waist. I flinched and tried to get away from him but instead he placed his another palm on my eyes making me see nothing but darkness.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, getting worried.

“To see your suprise.” His voice entered my ear and I walked with him, suspiciously.

Cool breeze hit my face when he remove his palms from my eyes and as soon as I saw what's infront of me, my heart fell into the pits of my stomach.