NOTICE: Hot content ahead! This chapter contains mild sexual depictions. Read at your own discretion. 

Shree groaned as she snuggled into the bed, pulling the blanket to her as light filled the room, coaxing her from her deep sleep. Shree opened her eyes as an soon as she realized the bed's headboard in a shape that is not like her's. She sat up on the bed and looked around the unfamiliar large room with wooden and beige furnishing. There are a few crushed cans of coke and beer lying on the carpeted floor with empty boxes of pizza lying wide open. Beautifully wrapped boxes and bags with expensive brands addressed to her sat on the plushy sofas. She was wearing her micro bikini that hardly covered her body. She blushed and pulled the sheet to her.

Last night came flooding into her mind. As a part of a dare of a game she was forced to call her ex-boyfriend and scold him in filth, but she was drunk beyond her wits and she called Madhav instead. Madhav, realizing she got drunk at the party had entered the venue. He walked towards her looking reprimanding at her. She smiled at him like a goose before passing out. He caught her before she fell on the tiled floor and he took her to his room draping her in his brown jacket.

She got startled as she heard the indistinct voice of a male coming from the balcony. The door to the balcony was slightly opened. She walked towards the door and through the small opening she saw a man- Madhav, in a black tee-shirt and khaki shorts arguing with someone over the phone.

"No-No! I don't need your apologies Ms. Patkar, I didn't expect such negligence coming from you, especially when I entrusted you with my fiancée. I clearly said NO ALCOHOL!"

An unswallowable lump settled in her throat as she realized that Madhav was talking to Ahaana, Ahaana Patkar, her best friend. "Pray tell me, is this how you keep up to your word, Miss Patkar? I am very disappointed and displeased with you and Miss Prasad."

'Miss Prasad' the words sent a strange rush of alienation across her. Madhav called her by her initials when she was new to the company and whenever she got into trouble, for instance when she showed him the incorrect sheet of records or when she messed up his Starbucks coffee order. He called her 'Shree' only occasionally.

Following their confession and their subsequent engagement, she was 'Shree' to him, until now. He did call her Miss Prasad, but that was purely to tease and when he introduced her to the preshoot crew.

The last image that flashed in her eyes was his angry and furious face. His deep black eyes glared, anger welled up in his chest and he literally burned with rage, wordless with fury. He was frightening than ever.

"You're up!" Madhav remarked blankly as he walked in, startling Shree. He was wearing a black tee-shirt with Iron Man's face on the front and his jet black hair a complete mess.

"Uhm-Ah-Yeah. Good morning." She stammered as he walked in without replying. He's mad, that's obvious. "Madhav are you upset about-"

"Go shower and change into something decent first!" he dismissed her curtly as he fought the urge to look at her well rounded breasts and her firm buttocks. "Your clothes are in that brown bag on the sofa."

Shree walked towards the sofa when he announced. "No, let's have some breakfast before you shower. Sit!"

Shree obeyed and took her seat opposite Madhav. On the small square table facing the window, he laid out a box of cheese pizza and a few chappatis he ordered from the hotel before she woke up. There were two Styrofoam cups of coffee from Café Coffee Day. Shree didn't eat, even touch the food, instead she sat and looked at him as he slowly and silently ate.

"Madhav, I can explain, I swear I didn't intend to-"

"YOU DISOBEYED ME!" Madhav yelled, as he stood up, anger flowed and thrummed through his vein. He landed his fist on the table with a bang. Shree's fear spiked as she suppressed a shiver that ran down her spine. His towering height, his angry face and his loud voice made her flinched and she was too frightened to look up at him. "WHEN I SAY NO ALCOHOL I FUCKING MEAN IT!"

"But I didn't drink, my friends forced me to-" she said softly, trembling and sweating.

"DON'T YOU PLAY THAT CARD WITH ME SHREE! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GET SOME SENSE INTO THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS?"

"I-I-I-I didn't mean to-" she pleaded.

"YOU AREN'T 6 ANYMORE. YOU ARE FUCKING 26! LEARN TO SAY NO AND BLOODY FUCKING ACT YOUR GODDAMNED AGE! AS MY FIANCEE AND MY WIFE IN ANOTHER 3 DAYS I EXPECT YOU TO BE SENSIBLE!" he stopped and looked at her.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" Shree said trembling as fear flooded her being and got up to leave. "I-I-I have to go-" she said as she took the bag of her clothes from the sofa. She opened the bag and fished out her shirt, she slipped her arms in and as she was about to button the shirt she felt his long fingers catch her in a vice like grip on her arm. Before she could recover from the feeling of his electrifying touch she was held captive between the wall and his chest. She fidgeted and wriggled in his entrapment as she tried to free herself.

"Stop this, now! And listen to me!" Madhav exclaimed and Shree stopped.

"Shiv got so close to shagging you the last time you got drunk! God forbid what would have happened if I didn't notice his odd behavior! That's why I am a little strict on you. That's why I didn't want you to drink, perhaps the reason I never want you to drink ever again."

Shree had stopped fighting him and looked at him as he spoke, brushing his fingers against her chin. "I love you and I am worried for you. I don't want any harm to come your way. Don't you think I should be as your husband?"

Shree nodded.

"And about my rage, you often get frightened, don't you?" he asked as he cupped her face with his rough and possessive hands. She nodded. "It's uncontrollable but I'll try to control it for you, my wife." Her cheeks flushed beneath his palms.

He leant forward and whispered huskily as he took off her shirt and started to slowly fondle her midriff. His cheek was brushing against her cheek and he continued to whisper "Remember that my anger douses fast when the wife is dressed like this, in a sexy revealing bikini. It will douse faster if she opts to kiss her husband dressed like this."

"Fastest when she opts to take off her clothes." He whispered as he traced a steady finger over the edges of her bikini top. His slender finger traced behind as they twirled and toyed against the strings of the bikini that held her full breasts covered. "May I do the honors?" Desire flooded through Shree, a gush of hot shivering tingles raced down her spine, making her knees go numb, a delicious ache for him rose in her stomach. Goosebumps rose on her limbs as she felt his stubble graze upon her chin. She looked at him, blushing, but shook her head.

"A kiss then?" he asked as he brushed his lips against hers. She closed the distance between them until she could feel every bit of mounting tension in him. She stood on her toes to kiss him. His lips were soft, warm and tasted of the mozzarella cheese of the pizza. He smelt of the exotic cologne he always wears and the beer from last night that lingered on. She tasted like vodka and cupcakes.

He groaned, cupping her buttocks as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts to his tee-shirt. While one of her hands went to his head to grab his tussled and messy hair, her other hand slithered down to grab his ass. As he groaned she deepened the kiss, impressing him.

He pulled away to breathe, astonished. "That was remarkable, Ms. Prasad. I am surely impressed."

"You are most welcome, sir." She winked. "May I go and change now, or do you want to keep kissing your gorgeous secretary?"

"I prefer the second option." He said as he kisses her again.

-S H R E E     P R A S A D-

The days roll faster and I am buried and busied with the wedding preparations. Invitations were sent out to all my relatives, the hall was booked for the wedding and the reception was scheduled to happen at Madhav's house. He took care of all everything from booking the wedding hall, deciding the menu, overseeing the decorations, and little things like the skirt and blouse for our flower girl: Maya.

All my relatives were surprised when they got to know I have finally chosen a suitor. Not only did I find a suitor but I also found a handsome, intelligent and a wealthy suitor. Last year, most of them had concluded that I would die a spinster for I rejected countless number of prospective grooms who sought my hand. I declined them all because I was adamant on marrying Rishabh.

Everyone was happy except Nanna's elder sister, Aunt Vimala. She barged into our house claiming, wearing a sari that exposed her humongous potbelly. "You foolish woman, Lakshmi! Are you sure you checked who the girl is marrying? The groom's father belongs to a lowly agricultural family in Tamil Nadu. The groom is from a lowly caste! I can't believe you agreed to let Shree marry someone who is lower than her!"

"But baava is a self-made millionaire and India's Desirable Businessman for two consecutive years!" Devi exclaimed. "Who can say no to him?"

"A woman with brains! Stay out of this, let the big people talk here!" Aunt Vimala barked. "I am so happy Venkat isn't alive to see how his 'beloved' wife is ruining his daughter's life! You are pushing the girl into a pit of mud! Shree would be ignorant since she is a modern girl, but we are wise and this is definitely wrong! You must cancel the wedding!"

"Enough!" I yelled "He maybe from a low background, but he is well educated than your own sons who couldn't pass their twelfth grade exams even with multiple attempts. Madhav has achieved more than what your husband and your sons will ever achieve in a lifetime. He earns ten times more than what your family and mine can earn in a year."

Amma held my hand and I stopped speaking.

Amma was not ready to listen to Aunt Vimala, she showed her the way out and said "You should be proud that Shree is getting married into a wealthy family. The Ramakrishnas could have found Madhav a girl who is equally wealthy or at least half as wealthy as them, but they agreed to get their son married to our girl, to our Shree! And if you are going to reject a suitable match because of something as petty as caste, then you are the most foolish person."

She opened the door for Aunt Vimala. "The wedding is in 2 days, you may attend it or choose not to."

* * * * *

RK sir granted me a 7 days paid leave before the wedding. My routine would have been a simple eat-prepare-pack-sleep routine hadn't Madhav interfered with his 'Madhav-approved routine' which started with a cardio workout followed by yoga early in the morning and ended with an in-house full body massage by a famous masseuse.

Madhav also hired a chef who would prepare 'Madhav-approved' dietary food that would not blow me up. He had hired a maid who would do all the household chores and pack my belongings. All I had to do was to wake up early in the morning, do my cardio with my cardio instructor, do my yoga with the same instructor, and oversee packing. My meals were very reduced and simple. For breakfast I would have oats and some yoghurt, Mediterranean salad for lunch and sliced fruits for dinner.

In the noon the beautician would come and would apply the weirdest face packs and I had to sit through it for an hour at least, get the body massage by the hot female masseuse. I rarely slept each night as I dreamt about my wedding with Madhav, more than the wedding I dreamt about our wedding night.

* * * * *

"OMG look at all these amazing bangles they've sent you!" Ahaana exclaims as she picks the gold bangle with emeralds and rubies studded to form the outline of a majestic peacock. The groom's side gifts had just arrived in 16 different silver platters. It's usually one plate containing the bride's sari, matching jewelry, fruits and cosmetics. But this is the Ramakrishna's, one of the richest families in South Asia. Their bridal gifts come in multiple sliver platters. His family has sent me so much jewelry, cosmetics, fruits along with my wedding sari which is a cream colored one with a red and green border.

"And this perfume! These cost so many thousand rupees!" Devi exclaimed shrieking to match Ahaana's excitement. "I need to find a rich man to marry. Shree, how does baava's brother look like?"

"He looks good. Fair but shorter than Madhav." I say as I look at the mehendi being drawn on my hands and feet. There are two middle aged ladies doing my mehendi. The mehendi starts from the tip of my fingers and extend around my hand and stops near the elbows. The same with my feet, from the tip of my toes until my mid calves.

"Which means his brother would be an inch taller than you, since Madhav is more than average height." Ahaana says and turns to me, smiling mischievously. "And by height I do not only talk about how tall he is."

"How do you know?" I ask surprised.

"Have you seen his palms?" she asked rolling her eyes.

"Of course!"

"And how are they?"

"Rough. Withered. Big-"

"Don't you remember Jhanvi's theory, goofball?" Ahaana says as she sits beside me. "The bigger the palm the bigger the-"

"OMG ENOUGH!" I exclaim and I feel thankful the mehendi artists don't understand English. She's right though. My mind reverts to the night at the Goa bungalow where I saw him wearing nothing, but a speedo. He had a massive bulge and his erection poked my thighs when we were kissing. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Yes, Shree would find out about this the following night." Devi jokes and noticing my deep blush Ahaana laughs heartily.

To be continued....

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