He curls his hand around my waist and holds my hand as we dance in the centre of the giant hall. The decoration is mesmerizing. I glance up at the roof, not bothered about where my feet are going. A lot of chandeliers are shining over the roof. There could be hundreds and purple wisteria flowers hanging along with it. I can smell jasmine and Juliet roses in the air. The most decoration is done with these flowers. It wasn't in my mind that my husband would arrange such a grand occasion. While walking through the entrance, I felt like as I've stepped into heaven. One side is decorated with Juliet Roses and Jasmine flowers and on the second side, there's a pond and swans are floating over it. I can see Kadupul flowers and white lotus floating in it.       He presses his palm on my back, taking one small step closer. I look into his green eyes, forgetting everything aro

                      I stayed in the room for the entire day. I'm not saying that life is boring or I'm not happy, I just miss a huge part of my life which was with them.       My arms are crossed over my chest as I stare at the clock. It's dinner time. Unable to stop the nervous gesture, I keep drumming my fingers on my upper arm.       I don't know. What will I do here? I've no aim.      I sigh as I push myself up and move toward the open door. Yuvaan didn't come into the room for once, he had given me the demanding space or he didn't know how to deal with a sad and crying girl.       I reach the hall. I wasn't late for dinner. Yuvaan is going to sit when he sights me and halts. I'm feeling like an alien. Anyway, I walked in.       Yuvaan pulls the chair out for me. I

I look at the waves, trying to approach me and touching my feet and then return to repeat it. I couldn't take my husband's words off for a second.       He was looking uncertain about only one thing when we signed the papers.                  About Parting Us!       It would come like this. That wasn't in my mind. He surprised me with his actions and determination. He's the only man on this earth who can make me obey. That's not my choice. I never let a man rule me. I believe in teamwork. Not dominate!       The true side is, he dominates me in different ways where I go according to him without feeling dominant.       Hit me. I deserve a slap on my nape.      He makes me do this, his things. I'm scared now. This wasn't supposed to be like this. Or I like it this way. Yes, I do. 

                                I wake up with confusion and an unbearable headache. My tongue is feeling hot to me, my throat is feeling dry. A lot of questions are hovering in my mind. Tears well in my eyes as last night's memories flash before my eyes. I allow my tears to slip down. My chest tightens. My throat chokes.        I hug my knees and throw my head over them. My body is shaking with the effect of crying.        After several minutes, I forced myself out of the bed. I walk into the closet with tearful eyes, still crying. I pick grey jeans and a pink top.        I quickly take a shower. I stare at my reflection. I'm looking horrible with all the crying and swollen eyes.        I gather my money and some gold's jewellery in case I need to sell them. I

                        I ignore making any unpleasant mistake that could pull his anger toward me. It still terrifies me when I recall it. I wanna see it myself, is the advocate fine? He's not dead, right?        I grab the phone and shove some cash in my purse. I scroll out of the house.        Kadam blocks my path. There is a five feet' gap between us. I'm not scared of him. I don't know what kind of instructions my husband has given to him after yesterday. He's wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt. He's so tall, taller than my husband and the broadest shoulder I've ever seen. His posture is definitely scary. The determination in my mind that he won't hurt me doesn't let me feel fear. He could tear anyone easily as it's an easy task, but he won't do it.       " You can't allow yourself to be alone out of home, ma