It had been over four days since I was roaming in this house like an idiot, and still there was no sign of Yuvaan.

The house was so huge and pretty, and every second, some servant or guard would pass by me, but I felt so lonely. What was the use of such a big house if you weren't with the one your were supposed to be with?

Yuvaan's room was on the first floor alongwith with some guest rooms and private ones. He had a private gym, study room, library, game room and any other room you could name.

There were not one, but two swimming pools in the garden and around fifty servant quarters and some store rooms. I had seen every corner of it, but I was getting frustrated now.

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I talked to my friends but I didn't tell them what happened. I realised that I needed to first confirm it with my husband and know what was going on. I didn't want to worry them unnecessarily.

Dad was giving me excuses and avoiding my calls while mom was still having the marriage hangover. It was my fifth day in this house, and I was still living in servant quarters because I didn't want to barge in Yuvaan's room without his permission.

Grace was also unaware of when he would return and there was no use asking anyone else. He wouldn't pick up his phone whenever I called and I felt so bad that I didn't even know where my own husband was.

As I was pacing in the hall, I heard loud footsteps entering the house. I followed the sound and saw Yuvaan entering with a big smile on his face. His driver entered behind him with Yuvaan's suitcases in his hands. Yuvaan looked like he just came back from a vacation.

"That was awesome!" he exclaimed.

"Yuvaan, where were you? You didn't even inform me," I said but he moved past me, without even glancing at me once.

I followed after him and he sat down on the couch. He propped his legs on the centre table and relaxed. He called Grace and told her to make some cold coffee for him. She nodded and went in the kitchen.

"I am asking you something. Why are you ignoring me?" I asked in a louder voice this time.

"Who are you exactly?" he asked with an annoyed expression.

"What? I am your wife," I answered and he gave me a fake smile.

"Are you sure about that?" he questioned which left me dumbfounded.

What kind of question was that? We got married just a few days ago and he was asking me who I was?

"Why are you behaving like this, Yuvaan? Did I do something wrong? You can tell me but don't treat me like this," I said and looked at him with worried eyes.

He didn't reply and looked away when Grace came and gave him his coffee. He took a sip and thanked Grace. Then he excused her and when she left, he got up from the couch. He stood in front of me and drank his coffee. Slowly.

"I don't like you," he stated plainly.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"I should have shot you that day," he said with a cold expression and I stepped back in fear.

"Why would you say that? I am your wife, Yuvaan" I almost cried.

"You are not my wife!" he shouted all of a sudden and threw the coffee on my face.

I was taken aback by his outburst, but before I could react, he stormed away and went to his room. Grace came running and gave me a hand towel. I wiped my face and looked at her through tearful eyes.

There were other servants and security guards present who witnessed the incident, and I felt really embarrassed. I was never humiliated like this before, and to know that Yuvaan did it, broke my heart.

Why couldn't he just tell me what was going on instead of treating me like this?

I tried asking him again but he always avoided me. He refused to eat with me or even be in the same place as me. I was clueless about his behaviour and he wasn't even telling me. So, I decided to ask Shaurya instead.

He was a nice guy and I thought that he would help me, but he also did a 180 degree turn and refused to acknowledge me. He treated me the same way as Yuvaan did and the smile he used to give me earlier was now replaced with a scowl.

Just what did I do exactly?

No one was answering to me and was treating me like a disease. I could not take it anymore. I went to Yuvaan's room and knocked on his door. I wanted answers and I would get them. I didn't care if he had a gun or not.

I was his wife, he will have to answer me.

After a few seconds, he opened the door and I went inside without his permission. He closed the door behind him and started walking away but I grabbed his hand. He narrowed his eyes and snatched his hand from my grip.

"You can't ignore me, Yuvaan. Answer me. Why are you all giving me a cold shoulder? What did I do? I married you, Yuvaan and this is how you treat me? Do you regret the decision?" I asked and controlled the tears from falling down.

"I regret everything, Reyna, but I had no choice. So, you better keep your mouth shut and stop acting like you don't know anything!" he yelled.

"How would I know if you won't tell me? I am just asking for an explanation."

Yuvaan completely turned towards me and grabbed my shoulders. He pushed me to the wall and my head hit the hard surface with a huge force. I winced but Yuvaan tightened his grip on my shoulders. His fingers dug deep in my skin and he gritted his teeth.

"Don't act so innocent, bitch! You can't fool me. And I don't owe you any explanation. So, stop wasting my time!" he spat and I started crying.

"Yu-Yuvaan, please....." I started but he grabbed my throat.

He didn't apply much pressure but it was enough for me to beg for air. I pleaded with him to leave me and he threw me aside like I had burnt his hand.

He kicked the chair of his study table and motioned for me to leave. When I shook my head, he took out his gun. He didn't shoot but he tried to scare me. I still didn't leave the room. I cried and asked him to let me stay but he shoved me out.

"I don't know anything, Yuvaan. Please trust me," I tried to reason but he was not listening.

He instructed his security to keep me away from his room or else he would fire them. They dragged me downstairs, unaffected by my protest and told me that they were just doing their job.

"Yuvaan! You can't do this to me!" I yelled, but he just smirked from upstairs and flipped me off.

I looked at him in shock but he seemed to not care even a bit. I glanced around me but no one came to my help. They all acted indifferent and unconcerned; like they didn't know me.

I got up and went to my room. I cried all I wanted and then called up dad. He picked up and I started yelling on the phone. He tried to talk but I didn't let him. I told him that Yuvaan didn't like me and was ignoring me. Dad didn't say anything, and that angered me more.

He told me to stop overreacting and to behave myself instead of being a spoilt brat. He excused himself by saying that he had a lot of work and would try to call me later. I knew he won't.

I cursed him in my mind and threw the phone at the wall. It broke up into different pieces but I knew it was still functional. It had suffered a lot of hits through the last two years. I picked it up again and joined all the pieces.

I called up Arman and asked him how he was doing. He informed me that he was fine and then asked about me. I lied that everything was good and then he said that he had to leave; his friends were calling him. I said my good-bye and cut the call. I didn't want to disturb his studies.

I freshened up and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and dark circles were formed under my eyes. My cheeks were saggy and my lips were dehydrated. I looked like a ghost and nothing like the cheerful Reyna who was jumping around in her wedding dress.

I knew something was up or else who would treat their spouse like that? And not only Yuvaan, but Shaurya too. No one was willing to tell me anything and assumed that I already knew. So, I would find out myself.

I had a lot of doubts and I wished none of them were true. Yuvaan was not happy with this marriage though he acted like everything was fine before it.

Why would he act though? If he didn't want to marry me, then why didn't he just refuse? I even asked him and he said he had no problem.

Then what happened suddenly?

I decided to sleep and try to find out later. My head was hurting badly and all the stress was not helping. I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to sleep, but my eyes opened up on their own. I went out in the garden and kept strolling in circles.

I wanted to go to Yuvaan again but I was afraid of him. What if he really shot me this time?

I didn't want to imagine him as a ruthless man but he showed me himself how scary he could be. I didn't want to cause more trouble and thought that everything would get okay eventually. Maybe, I was overreacting just like dad said.

Having a gun pointed to your head and being afraid is not over-reacting, Reyna.

I shook my head and continued walking in circles. I didn't know how long I was walking like that, because the next morning, I found myself on the garden bench and the sun had just started to rise up.

I got up and quickly went inside my room. I decided to act like nothing happened and tried not to get in Yuvaan's way. Only he could tell me what was the real matter. So, I waited for the right chance for which I didn't have to wait much longer.

After a few days, I saw Yuvaan having some of his friends over. He neither introduced me nor acknowledged me as his wife. It hurt to know that he didn't even like my presence whereas I had built so many dreams with him.

After his friends left, he was left alone with Shaurya and Advait. They were chatting in his game room and the door was not completely closed. I looked around and sneaked towards the door. I listened to their conversation while peeking through the gap.

They were conversing casually but Yuvaan's expressions suddenly changed. He gripped the wine glass in his hand with so much force that it almost broke. Advait and Shaurya exchanged worried glances but didn't say anything.

"Are you sure, Shaurya?" Yuvaan asked with a cold voice.

"Yes, Yuvi. It is the law," Shaurya replied dejectedly.

"Fuck!" Yuvaan threw the glass at the wall and it shattered into pieces.

He picked up a bottle of alcohol and drank directly from it. He looked like he was struggling and trying to control his anger.

"I don't want her in my house even for a second and you are telling me that I will have to wait for another year?!" he yelled in frustration.

"Can't help it, bro. We signed the contract and your marriage is legally registered too. We will have to wait or else we can get sued," Advait said and that made Yuvaan more angry.

"Actually, it is two years. The minimum period you must be married before filing for divorce is one year and then you have to live separately for another year to get the divorce. I am sorry man, but I will try my best to get you out of this fucking mess as soon as possible," Shaurya assured.

"I should have never signed that deal. Fuck! I didn't know that Bakshi will play me like this and I will get a piece of garbage in the name of gift," Yuvaan snapped.

I put a palm over my mouth as I heard him say that. He was talking about dad but what did he mean by gift? Was he talking about me?

"Those were the terms, Yuvaan. I didn't realise that he would pull a trick like that at the last minute, but we didn't lose anything," Shaurya reasoned.

"Yeah, we didn't, but we didn't gain anything useful too. Infact, he gifted me his fucking useless daughter. He got rid of her so easily, and now I will have to suffer," Yuvaan complained.

"Wh-what do you mean I was gifted to you?" I asked as I entered the room.

I wished whatever I was hearing was just my imagination but it was a nightmare in disguise.

So, here is another update :)

What will happen now?