Married To My Ex-Boyfriend

Chapter 7

"What are you cooking for dinner?" he asked as we both carried two huge bags filled with all kinds of household things.

"I don't know yet" I mumbled as we placed all the things on the floor beside the couch. 'We need to segregate' I thought to look at different types of things in these covers.

"Right," Shiva's cutting voice made me realise I said it out loud.

That's how the 'set up the home' thing started. I don't know if this marriage is real, fake or a dream from which I haven't woken up yet. But that moment, where I was stocking up the kitchen and Shiva was filling the refrigerator, I felt it.

This is my home. The place where I have to live from now on.

But what about him? What's going on in his mind?

I sighed and continued with my work in the kitchen. Once the refrigerator and kitchen were done I started cooking. Shiva continued arranging things in each room while I was at it.

Too tired I couldn't cook anything more than dal and rice.

The dinner was a quiet affair. We were sitting in front of each other on the four-seater dining table. My eyes kept reaching his on their own. But not even once did I notice him look at me.

"What?" He asked, his eyes shining with amusement

I shook my head then took a deep breath. Now is the right time, "what are you expecting from this marriage?" I asked.

The amusement was gone from his eyes and he just stared at me. "Whatever a husband should expect from his wife" he replied in an emotionless way.

This side of him was not new to me but it was very unwelcome.

"Which are?" I probed for a detailed answer

"Love. Honest. Loyalty. Family. s*x" he recited like it was maths formula which he has been reciting for years.

"Oh," my mouth fell open and I didn't know how to respond. I drank some water to moisten my suddenly dry throat.

I cleared my throat and looked up to see that he was already staring at me intensely. His gaze curious, curious about what I will say,

"You have my loyalty and honesty. There will be no one else in my life as long as I am your wife. But..."

"But?"

"But I am not going to sleep with you", I said. No. I cannot. It would be too much. Moving on from him was like a walk on hot burning charcoal. Difficult and painful! Being physical with him will just worsen the situation. Because I know that he is an emotionless bastard. It would be only me who has to suffer in the end.

"You will" his voice pierced my thoughts. I looked up into his eyes which were staring at me with arrogance and confidence.

"No. I won't" I said confused by his reply

"Yes, you will. You will sleep with me and that too willingly" he smirked

"Why would I do that?" I got up from the table, dumping the leftovers in the dustbin, suddenly not hungry. He followed my actions.

"Are you trying to tell me that you plan to stay virgin for the rest of your life?" He stood in front of me, trapping me in between his ape-like body and the kitchen counter.

I am guessing he took a shower because there was this heavy fragrance around him which was doing crazy things to me. Suddenly I had doubts about my own words. Can I possibly try to keep my virtue intact with this man living under the same roof as me?

"Then, what about kids?" He moved closer and his voice huskier.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to control myself but that just worsened the situation because I inhaled more of his intoxicating scent.

"You were all about having my babies back then when we were dating. Don't you want them now?" That did the trick. Reminding me of those old times was like pouring ice cold water on me.

With the new found strength I pushed him.