9. And the War begins..

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Welcome to the fam.. anu_chan_.

I hugged my mom when Dad let me go, as she sniffed, trying to control her tears. We were standing outside the hall, where the extended family had gathered for lunch to commemorate our wedding.

"Mom, take your meds on time." I said and choked on a sob as she wiped my tears.

"Don't leave any sweet things around dad." I continue.

"I'm not a child, Ayra." Dad said standing with the help of my cousin brother and I left mom's arms and hugged him tight again,letting those tears flow.

It felt like the end of the world. I knew I would visit him, but it wouldn't be the same.

"Take care, Dad.. I'll be at the hospital before 11." He nods trying to go through my biddayi (daugher's departure) without tears and put on a brave face.

"Don't irritate him too much" Sabby said pointing to Ambar already in the car as I hugged her tightly trying to control these tears.

"Call me, if dad or mom need anything." I say and she nods as mom walks further, opening the car door for me.
I sat inside looking at dad, who nods and shuts the car door.

Ambar was already inside and the car immediately started moving. I wiped a few tears as Ambar slid a tissue box and I took it, sobbing for the next 10 minutes.

This is it. Where my identity changes.. Where instead of being cared for, I'd have to wear the big girl panties and care for others. I'm no longer Dad's princess.His little girl.

I'm a women expected to look after herself, and make her own decisions.. Wisely..

Don't have a lot of experience with the last part. Wise is the last adjective anyone who knows me, will use for me.

Spontaneous, short tempered and Smart. That's it.

I sobbed most of the way and started looking out of the car window as we come to hault infront a huge mansion. How many people live here?

My mother-in-law was already awaiting ahead of us, as she opened the car door and did aarti (a type of prayer) , before inviting us inside.

I lightly kicked the pot of rice at the doorstep of my new house and stepped into the vessel with red dyed water leaving footsteps considered as a good omen.

"Welcome Bhabhi" (sister-in-law) I heard someone say as I looked upto a young man in his early twenties. I smile at him and nod.

"I am Chetan, his younger brother" he says excited.

"Hi Chetan." I say as my father-in-law, cleared his throat.

I knew he was my father-in-law becoz I had touched his feet on numerous occasions today.

"Let them rest, It's a crucial day for her tomorrow." he said and my mother-in-law nodded.

"We'll do all the other rituals after your dad is healthy. We send all our relatives and friends back from the lunch venue. Since, you already have a lot on your plate." she said, and "Ambar take her to your room and rest." she added.

"Come with me." He commanded, as if I'm some junior employee at his service.

Did I already say it before.. that I hate this guy?

A class 1 asshole.

I looked around at the beautiful lobby, in white marble with dark brown furnishing, that opened into the living room at one side, with kitchen and a joined dining area with an elegant eight chaired dining table. The lobby further opened towards a double staircase, going towards different sections of the first floor. He went up the stairs on the right and I followed.

The massively heavy lehenga (dress) made it difficult to climb up the stairs at his fast pace. I was holding the lehenga with both my hands, as the dupatta (cloth over my head) tried to block my vision of where my feet wearing a 4 inch heel were going.

"Can you move quickly?" He hisses in a voice that mom-dad who were in the lobby couldn't hear.

"I'm sorry. My dress is kind of obstructing my track, would you mind picking me up in your arms. So, I could move quickly as well." I whisper back with venom in my eyes.

"Yeah, Bhai that's a good idea. How about you pick bhabhi up bridal style. There's a reason it's called Bridal style." I hear Chetan say, mischief evident in his voice and I immediately stiffen up. I never knew he was already at the base of the stairs. I dreadingly look up at Ambar shooting daggers at me with his furious looks.

He looks behind me, at his mom and dad I suppose, as he walks down the few stairs and picks me up immediately.

I try to avoid screaming by biting my bottom lip as I close my eyes waiting to fall on my ass or something. But, he picks me up as If I weigh nothing and starts walking upstairs. My arms had reflexively made their way around his neck, trying to secure my position as I feel his one hand on my back and the other under my thighs.

We reach the first floor and skip the first two doors going for the third at the end of the corridor.

"As if you didn't already get to feel me enough" he says under his breath.

"I have no interest in feeling you up." I hiss at him this time, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was around.

"I would say otherwise after the wedding photography session" he says refering to me having to pose putting my hands on his chest and around his waist as the photographer recommended while half of our families watched.

"Don't get any ideas..." before I could complete my sentence, he kicked the door to his bedroom.

"What the FUCK!!!!!". He exclaimed as I turn my head to look at.... a carpet of roses, candles and a very decorated bed.


"Who the hell is going to clean this shit up." he says as I look at him shocked. That's the first thing he can say, after this..

Whoever did this.. it's a sweet gesture.. Wasted on a bitter man.

"We are in the room, put me down." I say and without any warning he slid away the hand from under my thighs as I loose my footing, my arms around his neck the only thing keeping me steady.

"OUCCHH.. IDIOT.." I murmur.

"That's not the way to talk to your husband."

"Get over it, It's the 21st century. You have to give respect, if you want it back." I say and walk away.

I see one of my suitcases at the corner of the bedroom and walk towards it, that's when I see it. My eyes widen and breath hitches. "What the hell" I look at it baffled as he walks after me to see what's wrong.

"Is that... Did you.." words fail me, unsure of his intentions for the night.

"NOOOO.. why would you.." He looks at it baffled.

"becoz it's in your room." I say as if it wasn't obvious.

"Chetan must have kept it" he says and walks towards the bedside table where a HUGE HONEYMOON PACK of condoms was kept.

He picked it up and looked at it finding a small slip attached to it.

"THANK ME LATER - AVI", the chit read in bold letters.

"He's so dead." he whispers as I go to my suitcase to find some clothes to wear.

I find a tshirt and Pj's and was on my way to the washroom as realization strikes me.

I can't take off, all of this in the washroom.

I turn to look at him, already on his phone as I go for the dressing table and start taking off my jewelry, and removing the pins on and around my clothes.

"What the fûck.. Are you trying to seduce me ?" he says as I turn angrily, as he looks at me shocked.

"Excuse me!!!" I say standing there with my dupatta and loads of jewelry.

"Go inside and undress." He orders.

"Mr. Ambar Singh Deol. You out of all the people in the world, aren't someone I'd ever like to seduce. So, you better get over yourself." I say and unclip the bun letting my hair fall open.

"Then Go Inside.." He says as if so obvious.

"Whatever.." I mutter and pick up my clothes to walk inside the washroom.

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Author's note

Thank you so much for reading.. ❤
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