Chapter 32

"Wear this for the night. I would like to see you in this dress".

Her chin wobbled.

"I don't want that dress".

She mewled in a cry. She doesn't want to be the seducer. He can use her all he wants. But she won't be the part of seduction. She saw him unresponding before he kneeled in front of her, startling her form. She pulled away from the headboard and sat straight. He looked up at her and held her feet making her gasp and tighten her hold around her legs to the chest.

"Put your feet forward".

She didn't listen and gave him a confused look before he gritted the same words at her and her panic kicked in as she put her feet a little front. He pulled the feet to him and placed it on his knee and took out the anklet from his pocket and hooked it around her ankle. Leaning forward he bit the hook of the anklet tightening it, involuntarily his lips brushing on her skin. It felt smooth. Taking her other feet he began to put another anklet as he spoke.

"Look I know you don't want this and you hate this. And that is the reason why I'm being nice and lenient to you. That doesn't mean you will show me some attitude. Here…

He looked up at her meeting with her tensed eyes.

"You have to obey me. Strange that you always forget to obey me though you wrote 100 plus times that you would obey me that night. And here's my suggestion for you".

He set the hook and leaned forward tightening the hook with his teeth and pulled back looking at her.

"Be on my good side and I'll be lenient on you…..physically".

" And this saree isn't for tomorrow night. It is for today. We are going out. I have to thank you for giving me permission to touch you ".

Temper flared in her as she glared up at him with her lips curled down ready to break down but hardly containing herself.

I never gave you permission It is all a coercion.

She wanted to say but she kept her mouth shut and requested.

"Please go away. I want to be alone".

"Yeah, sure. Be ready by 7".

Saying that he was about to leave when she stopped him.

" Can I go to the temple before evening? Please"?

She requested. He stood still for a few seconds before turning back at her and just stared at her.

" N-no. No. I w-wont escape. I'll just go to the temple. That's it".

He scoffed at her.

" Of Course, you wouldn't dare to escape with your photos in my hand. But why would you go to a temple? To complain about me. Or to ask him to save you from me. As if going to a temple could change something for you"?

She blinked away from him before answering. That is none of his concern if she prays exactly that or not. All she wants is to go to a temple. Only that could help her.

" Then just allow me to go to the temple… since it doesn't make any difference".

He etched at her before agreeing and leaving the room.

She took another bath again to get herself ready for the temple. She was dropped to the temple by a driver and she spent her sweet time in the temple and reluctantly came back to the house.

Coming back to the room she was in her own despair but still with a ray of hope that in some way God could help her. Evening came and she wore the saree he gave. It is a red one and is a little exotic with a deep neck, no sleeves, and a short-length blouse. And the saree is a see-through material.

She tried to keep her saree as modest as possible as she draped the pallu with palates so that it no longer was as transparent as it can show the body. However, she can't help the blouse. It is short and sleeveless. The deep neck and low back are however managed with her saree drapings and hairs.

He took her out to a hotel and had their dinner on the terrace. She wasn't as vulnerable as she was in the morning. Going out she felt as if she wasn't prisoned anymore. And she decided to keep all her hope on god and believe in him. She has no other choice other than that. However, she couldn't help but worry for herself and barely ate anything. On her worry, she didn't even feel his gaze on her anymore. She is all for herself.

While him?

He is stealing glances from her.

Her face would change from thoughtful to hopeful and then despair and then misery and then mustering up herself and then trying to not cry. He is noting everything. Her every detail while she is lost in her thoughts. The hotel he bought has an excellent view from the terrace but not once she glanced at that side. She is nervous as hell. He saw how she stopped eating and just stared down at her fingers while her hair curtained her side.

His one thought led to another as he wondered how it would be if they were a couple. By marriage, their sex thing can be wife and husband thing. And they can try their marriage as well. And he is sure with women of such kind, if it is on him regarding keeping their relationship he can easily do that. She isn't as demanding as others and just gets along with everything. She is submissive. How do they look? Will they look made for each other? He doubts that. Because they look the complete opposite. From their skin tone to soul beauty.

He is all huge and broody and she is somewhere near to thin and short. He is tanned as hell while she is pearly white. He can't help but always see how his hand color stands out of her skin tone whenever he holds her. If they were judged as a couple from a third point of view one would wonder how such a softie had selected such a dominating person. But he isn't very dominating in her case. He goes easy with her.

And she believes in God a lot and which is where their difference starts. It's been years since he prayed to God except for showcasing when he was invited as a guest for the opening ceremony or whatever. If such things are put aside she is submissive which he is not at all. But he likes this quality of hers. He is not a person to take no. Not that she always agrees easily but his fear in her makes her obedient except for now in this matter. She is stubborn as heck to the extent he had to stoop low. But does he regret it? Maybe a little. Her face swelled with continuous crying.

But apart from all that. Marriage isn't his thing. He is kind of allergic to women kind when it comes to relationships, family, and power. Thanks to those two women in his history that changed his view on women. One is being published and the other …..soon her life is going to turn miserable.

He put his thoughts to a halt and continued eating.

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The room is dimly lit with a few perfume candles here and there while the large bed was tented with white transparent cloth from the top. In the center, she sat with her dress sprawled around her as her silent tears streamed down.

She is dressed in white with a blouse and skirt and has her hair set free. She fiddled with her fingers as she bit her lip in terror. She is still praying silently for God hoping for any rescue at the last minute but her heart jolted when the door opened flew.

She looked at him in dread as he stepped forward and closed the door before bolting it. Her hope flew away when he started unbuttoning his shirt and by the time he was peeling off his shirt, her head bowed down with her shoulders slumped down as she gave up on her hope.