Married To My Ex-Boyfriend

Chapter 3

I didn't even realise how I walked inside the house but I found myself standing in front of a door with a glass of milk in my hand.

I looked behind me and saw a few ladies exiting the house after locking it behind them. Then I looked down at myself, when did I wear this white Saree?

I wondered, but my thoughts were immediately interrupted when he opened the door.

An angry frown which I was so familiar with was etched upon his forehead. He gazed at me from top to toe. I wouldn't be lying when I say his gaze sent a shiver down my spine. Was it a good one or a bad one, I had no idea.

He crossed his arms across his chest and returned his scrutinizing gaze on me. Taking a deep breath I stared back at him. That was the moment when I actually looked at him.

It's been 3 years since I last met him. 3 years since I felt those lips... I stopped my thought process then and there. I couldn't go back in that lane again. I've tried it once and I've seen where it got me. Not again.

But just out of curiosity, I gazed at him. He was still the same yet different. Towering a foot over me, he made me feel like a dwarf whereas there was a time when his 6 foot, broad-chest, ape-like frame made me feel safe and warm. But now it only made me feel small and insecure.

"Look at you", his rough voice snapped. "All dressed up to sleep with your new husband",

The same old cutting words of his, made me sigh tiredly.

And here I was thinking that he changed.

I shook my head at him and walked past him.

"Not bad at all. Your eagerness just turns me on", he walked towards me arrogantly.

"Enough Shiva" I snapped angrily, "I didn't know it was you that I was getting married to," I said. But my words sounded stupid to my own ears. I looked to the side uncomfortably while he crossed his hands and inclined his head at me arrogantly.

"What?" I snapped at him.

"No. You are still the same - stupid and immature" he said.

"Don't you think it’s just like the coal calling the kettle black?" I crossed my arms.

"Don't use your word smartness with me, okay..."

Before he could go any further than that I spoke up, "why did you marry me?" He stopped from whatever he was about to say,

"You clearly hate me, just like I hate you, then why marry me?" I asked

"You tell me first" he countered instead of giving me an answer as usual.

"My parents were behind me for the past one year to get married and they were really impressed with your profile so..." I sighed. Can this sound any lamer? "I didn't even see your photo that my mom gave me," I said looking away.

"And you didn't mind marrying a guy who had the name as same as your ex-boyfriend either right?" He snapped

"I…" I was about to give him a slashing back answer but his penetrating gaze silenced him. Love or hate, he still held the ability to silence me.

"I didn't know your name" he raised his left eyebrow at me, making me roll my eyes, "I mean, I didn't know the name of the guy I was getting married to".

"Really?" He asked mockingly.

"YES," I snapped.

"Is that why you dressed up so sexily to celebrate your first night?"

He thinks I am sexy?

I threw that disturbing thought out of my mind.

"I don't have to give you any explanation", I took a deep breath, and “I am not interested in you or this relationship. Don't expect any kind of wifely duties from me. I would have told you this before the wedding itself but you never showed any interest in meeting me. So I am telling you right now. As far as I am concerned, you are nothing but an unwanted liability to me and this" I lifted the yellow thread that he tied in my neck (thaali), "is nothing more than a chain".

I looked up into his eyes after I finished my short monologue which I prepared for this moment but what he said next, was something I never expected.