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Chapter 1

Sreesha Pov:
Getting married is not strange!
Getting married is not strange at all!
I started chanting in my head looking at the stranger who is tying a knot with me.
The stranger who I met once, and without a word he agreed to marry me.
Sure, he is handsome outside but what about inside?
What if he is just like my father after all same natured people get along well. How will I survive if he treats me just like my father treated my mother all these years?
I peeked at him through my eyelashes when he applied Sindhoor on my forehead completing the marriage ritual. He smiled in content when he was doing that like he had been waiting for this moment all his life.
After conducting a few more rituals, they sent me with him. I did not cry before leaving my parents’ house like all those girls. They hurt me too much to feel pain for leaving them. My brother Tej was looking at me with pure happiness in his eyes. He was the only one who loved me in that family, but he betrayed me. He left me all alone when I needed him the most.
It was a simple marriage with just our families. Tej insisted on registering my marriage then and there. As if I could leave my husband now.
God! That stranger is my husband now.
And His name is Karthik.
I know nothing about him except his name.
After reaching his home, I was rushed to a guest room. For a manager in an MNC, he sure maintains his house well. It was a two-story individual house with three bedrooms and comfortable furniture.
‘He must be earning a lot’ I thought, nodding to myself.
I belonged to a middle-class family.
I glanced around the room, but it doesn't have anyone's personal touch. It is like this room belongs to no one in particular.
"Can I talk to my daughter for a few minutes? " I heard my mother asking his mother "alone" she added immediately to which my mother in law nodded leaving us alone.
I felt a hard grip on my wrist, I hissed in pain "Never say No to your husband, Sreesha. You should do as he says. For us women, husband's words should be like a Law. Respect him. Accept his every wish whether you like it or not" My mother said grinding her teeth.
"Never disrespect him. Never raise your voice at him or you will have to face the consequences all alone. Never utter words like higher studies or job, see where they had landed you. Even your brother, who used to support you in everything denied your wish to work. As your father always say, work is for men, women belong to the kitchen" My fists tightened hearing her words.
Yes, my brother denied my wishes for the first time in my life, but she doesn't have to rub it in my face.
"Your wedding night is only a few hours away, Sreesha. If I heard one word against you from your husband I will not stop your father from teaching you a thing or two this time" reminding the days he slapped me one too many times every time I refused to get married. If it isn't for Tej, I don't know what would have happened to me. He saved me one too many times and asked me to trust him and do as my father orders.
'Everything will be fine di, do as father says and I'll deal with the rest. Just trust me ' were his exact words.
So, I gave in. I trust my brother, but I couldn't just forgive him for not stopping this marriage.
And my mother said wedding night! What am I going to say if he finds out that I'm not a virgin?
What will I do, if he blames my family for betraying him?
What will my father do?
Would he kill me? Or torture me to until I die slowly and painfully.
I wasn't physically abused, sure my mother or father would slap me here and there for denying them or if I mess up with work but thanks to Tej, he always had my back.
Even though he is a couple of years younger to me. He was my savior. My parents loves him to death and grants his every wish, excluding one thing that I should never call them mom and dad. So, Tej did what no sibling would do, he called them father and mother because they didn't allow me to call them mom and dad.
What are you planning this time, Tej?
"Answer me" my mother hissed bringing me back from my memories.
Right, Wedding night. I nodded my head like a polite pet.
I'm not ready for that step with him. I barely know him. Will he give me time to adjust, if I tell him I wasn't ready for this step yet?
The answer will be a big NO! I know it, everyone knows it. But there is this tiny bit of hope fluttering in my heart saying he is not what he looks like. And there must be a heart behind those cold and calculative eyes.
But what if he wouldn't agree to give me time?
What if he forces himself on me?
What if he finds out that I was not a virgin and throws a fit?
What if he becomes abusive? Can I survive one more dominant person in my life?
What if he is indeed a male chauvinist and treats me like his slave?
His mother came with a plate full of food and asked me to eat. I ate without complaining because I was so hungry as I've been fasting from the morning and it is like 4 in the evening now.
His mother doesn't look like those evil mothers-in-law in daily soaps. She looks nice and took care of her appearance well. She is like those women who doesn't have to try to be beautiful because they will look gorgeous even in some rugged clothes. And she smiles all the time, it's one of her traits to attract everyone. Beauty must be running in their family. Karthik's father is just like him, calm, straight, cold and did I mention handsome? He did not look like an old dude at all.
Hours later, Karthik's mother came with a few boxes in her hands. I was handed a beautiful red color sari to change into. They made me sit before a vanity mirror and started working on my skin. His mother experimented on my skin like I was a Barbie and she was a kid to do makeup and hair. I've been in the same position for hours, stiff like a statue, not complaining about anything because I know they would do what they think is good. I don't have to strain my vocal system to complain about a losing battle.
I was on a verge of closing my eyes as sleep was demanding it's the daily dosage. A Snap-On my head is all it takes to return to the real world from the entrance of my dream world. It's my mother's handy work after all.
"Look at you, so beautiful" his mother beamed at me. I gave her a small strained smile.
I actually look beautiful with all the jewelry and stuff, but I want him to know the real me, not the artificial version of me.
'Shut up, Sreesha, you of all people know men admire the beauty. Outer beauty, not inner beauty. He will be just like others don't you dare let your hopes high' my conscience chided me.
As they said in some advertisement 'Men will be Men'. After all my ex-belonged to the same category.
"It's time to meet your husband dear" my Mother-in-law shook me gently. I nodded standing up.
When I was in front of what I assume his room, my mother's grip hardened on my wrist again. This time I didn't flinch because there is a hell in the room waiting for me, what can a little pain hurt?
"Remember what I said earlier, Sreesha. I mean every word I said" I nodded again feeling numb.
My Mother-in-law opened the doors gently leading me to a room which is decorated completely with red roses. My favorite flower. I generally love flowers a lot, but Red roses make me smile every time I look at them.
His mother made me sit on his bed arranging the sari properly. My mother covered my face with a heavy veil which weighs a ton.
My mother left first giving me a warning look, but my mother-in-law stayed beside me, her eyes trained on me.
"You don't have to worry about anything, Sreesha. I raised my son better than you think" she said patting on my shivering hand which is gripping the bed sheet like it's life depended on it.
I don't know what her words meant. she must be like those moms who turns a blind eye to their children's mistakes. Who knows what he had been doing all these years behind her back?
"You will be fine" she added leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
After a few minutes, the door to the room opened revealing a six feet silhouette as the room is dimly lit.
I started hyperventilating. Every fear that has been haunting me have surrounded me now. I feel like I was in a small hole with a limited oxygen supply.
"Sreesha" His voice made me jump in fear. I wanted nothing but to crawl into those shadows where he would never find me.

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Chapter 2

Sreesha Pov:
"Sreesha" he called me again.
A chill ran through my spine by just hearing his voice. I can sense that he was coming my way and I can feel the sweat forming in my palms. He stopped just a foot away from me, his voice didn't do any good, I was a trembling mess.
I gulped down the gasp when he tried to reach my hand. Just when he was about to touch it, I flinched a little, that stopped him.
Rejected!
I rejected his touch... and he is aware of it. I closed my eyes waiting for some harsh words or a slap. My mother said men can get angry when they face rejection.
I sense the bed sink a few inches away from me. I closed my eyes tightly not willing to see his enraged face. My grip on the sheets tightened as well.
But to my surprise, his voice greeted me instead of his hand "Sreesha, please look at me" his voice was as soft as a velvet cake with a hint of huskiness to it.
We can always compare the huskiness with some extra whipped cream *dreamy sigh*
"Please" he added. This time I accepted his wish, I can't deny him anymore. He must be having a hard time controlling his anger on me. I sent a prayer to God to lessen his rage before he starts dealing with me.
I opened my eyes slowly like I was just out of eye surgery and making sure my eyesight was clear. I sighed;
I get these weird ideas all the times. First Velvet cake then whipped cream and now eye surgery?
My conscience plays a weird role in my life from the very beginning of my life, it is the sarcastic side of me which makes an appearance when it's not needed the most.
I was met with a pair of most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I had ever seen, which were looking at me curiously. I lowered my gaze immediately, remembering my mother's words.
Lower your gaze when you're talking to your husband, it is a sign of disrespect.
"Can I hold your hand, Sreesha?" He asked making my grip hard on sheets "please" he added. I nodded still not sure why he was asking me when he can do whatever he wants.
I gasped audibly when his hand met mine, I didn't feel sparks and electricity like they mention in those Romance books. It was slightly different, I feel secured and comfortable with his touch so, just like that, I released my grip on the bedsheets allowing him to take my hand into his.
His touch was soft and caring, that is not something I imagined. I thought it would be rough, harsh or powerful.
He started caressing the back of my palm with his thumb, igniting a small hope in my dead heart.
Hope for what?
"Now that you're breathing normally, I hope you're fine. Can we talk now?" He asked still caressing my hand. I nodded.
"I'm sorry," he said, I almost heard the crack when I lifted my head swiftly. I sure would have sour neck tomorrow.
Did he just say sorry?
"I'm sorry, I didn't ask your consent for our marriage," he said looking straight into my eyes, this time my gaze did not falter. The look in his eyes was sincere, after making sure he wasn't joking, I nodded. I thought he would laugh at me saying it was a fake apology, but I did not find faking in his voice nor his eyes.
"Talk to me, Sreesha" I kept mum.
"At least say my name" he pleaded.
"Do you even know my name? " there was a hint of anger in his voice which made my reflexes active. I took my hand away from him. I tried to move away but he stopped me by holding my hand.
"Hey... hey relax. I'm not going to hurt you, Sreesha. Relax okay? I just wanted to know if you by any chance did not know my name. Do you think I will hurt you?" He asked slowing like he was talking to a child. I nodded.
"You do?" I nodded again; hope I would not have a sprain in my neck with all this nodding. I want to talk to him too but the fear in me crushed my voice "Sreesha, I know you're from different background and environment. Your family must have set a wrong example of marriage for you. But you're not with them anymore, you can throw those ideal wife qualities in a dustbin and be yourself. In Shekhar's family, we men treat our wives as equals. You are not Sreesha Verma anymore, you're Mrs Sreesha Karthik Shekhar. You're my wife Sreesha I would not dream of hurting you. Feel free to voice your thoughts openly, feel free to point out my mistakes because a wife has every right to correct her husband's mistakes. And feel free to tell me if you're not ready for the next step in our marriage" his little speech made me speechless. Never had I ever thought he would say all those things.
I kind of like the sound of Sreesha Karthik than Sreesha Verma.
Did he just say husband and wife are equals?
Seriously?
If my father gets to hear it, he will have an early death. His stone heart might get a crack listening to his words.
How the hell my father accepted to this match again?
'Everything will be fine di, do as father says and I'll deal with the rest. Just trust me' I recalled Tej's words. This is what he meant; he knew Karthik is a good person. That is why he did not want to stop the marriage.
Sorry for the misunderstanding, Tej. I love you I mentally announced my love for my brother.
"Sreesha" his voice pulled me harshly from my la la land. "Will you answer me now?"
"Ji" I mumbled.
"I want you to say my name, Sree" Sree? "Can I call you Sree from now?" he asked rubbing his neck. I nodded.
"K- Karthik" I stuttered.
"What? I didn't hear you. Sure, you said something but I didn't get to hear it" he said frowning.
"Er... Karthik" I said, this time a bit loudly.
"I missed it again, I think I'm having a hearing problem" he mumbled touching his ears. I feel bad for him, but I used my regular voice last time I said his name.
"Karthik," I said a little too loudly, if my mother was outside the door, she would have heard it.
"I think I missed it again" his frown was constant but slowly it turned into a smirk. He had been playing with me from the start.
"Karthik! Stop playing with me." I yelled, somehow, he succeeded in waking up the Sreesha I buried a while ago. The evil side of Sreesha.
Did I just yell at him?
Fear surged through me. I raised my voice at him! What would he do now? I still remember the day when my father slapped my mother for raising her voice at him.
"Woah! I got a little tiger for a wife" he grinned. When I thought his smile would melt an ice cube make it a glacier when he grins. He can melt a freaking glacier with his grin. I was literally swooning over him right now.
He snapped his fingers before my face snapping me into reality. I frowned I want to stay in my imagination I created a while ago... at the melting glacier.
"There is a little drool over there," he said pointing at my mouth, like an idiot I am, I wiped. Just like that, he burst into fits of laughter while I stay silent watching him. I'm planning to make the freaking Himalayas melt now.
"Sree, oh god, I did not laugh like this much in years," he said holding his sides, still laughing at my expense.
When his laugh seized, he said: "You look beautiful when you smile".
I did not realize that I've been smiling looking at him. His smile was contagious. Normally I would get angry when someone makes me a laughingstock but with him, I don't mind being a joker just to watch him laugh.
‘You sound like a lovesick puppy, Sreesha! Get a grip on yourself it's only been a day you got married and you started falling for his charm? What would you do if this is all an act?’
That did it. I rebuilt the walls around my heart which he succeeded in breaking with just using a hand full of words.
‘Stop being so naive, Sressha, just because he was polite doesn't mean he did not have the power to break you. Remember we should not trust men; they always leave you when you needed them the most’ My conscience talked some sense into me.
"Are you sleepy?" He asked frowning.
"Yes," I mumbled.
"Okay. You sleep here, on the bed I'll take the couch" he said while standing. Why is he acting so polite? I want to hate him for marrying me, I want to hate him for not trying to ask my consent for our marriage.
I just want to hate him, curse him for everything that is going on in my life. Is it too much to ask?
But he is making it hard to hate him with all the sweet-talking and politeness.
And he wants to take a couch? Why?
Maybe he didn't want to sleep next to you?
Maybe he was forced into this marriage as well?
Or maybe he was just being polite!
"I- I'll t-take the couch, y-you please sleep here" why the hell am I stuttering?
"I called dibs on couch remember. Now sleep well. Mom said you have some rituals to follow early in the morning" he said making his way to the couch.
"Don't you think that the veil is too heavy? Please tell me you're not planning to sleep wearing those heavy clothes. Sure, you look beautiful with all those things but I'm sure they will not be comfortable to sleep." He said making his way towards a closed-door "come here" he said waving his hand.
I reached him without stumbling on my heavy Saree. The door he was holding is a walk-in closet.
"This is our closet; mom bought a few things for you days ago and that -pointing to the other closed door - is washroom. Please feel free to use whatever you want" he said leaving me alone to choose.
The closet is very spacious, and his clothes were arranged neatly according to the type. The other side of the closet is filled with dresses, Sarees, Shoes, heels, accessories, handbags, clutches and what not. This is every freaking girl's dream. Cosmetics are neatly arranged on the table with a big sized mirror attached to it.
I am not a big fan of shopping or flashy things, but I really appreciate the effort his mother made. I should thank her for this tomorrow. I find some pajamas and went to the washroom.
The washroom was no less compared to the closet. For a second I thought it was mine. It has everything I prefer. From my favorite soap to same branded toothbrush I use. I suppressed a laugh.
His mother must have liked me so much to waste her time and money on these little things.
After a nice warm bath, I slipped into the nightdress I brought from the closet. Opening the door, I made my way towards the bed and slipped into the warm covers. My eyes landed on the couch, where Karthik was sleeping uncomfortably. I noticed, he changed into some comfortable clothes.
I feel so bad for him, his 6 feet or so figure is hard to adjust on that couch. I want to ask him to take the bed but stopped myself. What if he gets angry about waking him?
I tiptoed to the closet and came back with an extra blanket which I noticed while I was checking out his closet.
My steps faltered with each step I take towards him. I was so nervous that I almost gave up on my task.
I wrapped the blanket around him carefully, not wanting to wake him but stilled in my place when he grasped one of my hand and held it against his heart.
My heartbeat raised making it impossible to breathe normally for me. I can feel his heartbeat. His heartbeat is beating matching the pace of mine. For a second I thought he was awake, but he is not. I sighed in relief seeing his relaxed face.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly loosened his grip using my other hand. I almost jumped in excitement when I completed my task without waking him.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I sighed in content.
Just when I was about to fall into a deep slumber, I felt a feathery touch on my forehead and heard someone say
I missed you.

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Chapter 3

Sreesha POV:
I heard a small knock on the door but turned around to sleep in peace but when I heard the rustling in the room and the small voices at the door, I sprung up to my feet thinking Tej was searching for my secret chocolate stock in my room. I panicked for a moment looking at the unfamiliar surroundings. I held my head in a hard grip when the previous day's events, crashed my mind making it work fast than it usually does.
Shit! I'm married!
Shit indeed!
I searched for a clock frantically and found it on the bedside table. It's already 5 am and I'm still in bed.
And I am a married woman!
A good daughter-in-law should wake up before everyone in the house and do the household work herself without bothering her in-laws. My mother's voice ringed in my ears making me jump into action.
I was running like a mad monkey around the room to find a decent yet simple saree to wear. His mother and mine only bought sarees with heavy designs and stuff which I'm surely weighing a ton.
When I'm in a hurry, I have this weird habit to forgetting everything. The same thing is happening to me now. While I'm on my third trip from the closet to the washroom I bumped into a 6 feet wall.
In other words, my husband.
Remember the tons of romantic novels we read, and it is really happening in your life, Sreesha. You just bumped into your husband!
Just when I thought my day wouldn't be worse, I'd to bump into him? He held my waist to refrain me from falling flat on my butt.
"Slow down, will you? " he said, chuckling still holding me. His voice was deep with a hint of sleepiness.
Is it weird to think his voice is yummy?
"I- I... you- late... mother" I stuttered; how can I answer when he was holding me too close to him while his hand drawing circles on my waist. Was it a natural thing for his hands to draw circles on my skin? First my hand and now my waist?
I thanked all the gods for choosing a long top to wear last night.
"Why are you looking so pale? Did you have a nightmare?" He asked, frowning a little.
How can someone be this handsome, even his frown is so cute.
Taking a deep breath, I gestured the little awkward position we were in, with my eyes.
When he noticed, he didn't let go of me immediately. He loosened his grip on my waist first and after making sure I was not going to kiss the ground with my butt he let go of me.
No one said a word, we're just standing there facing each other. He nervously scratched his neck and mumbled something under his breath.
"Huh? " I looked at him but avoided his eyes. They are too dangerous to get acquainted with.
"I've to go and get ready" Why is he saying this to me? I nodded, confused.
"For that, you have to let go my shirt," he said, with a slight smirk on his face. I stumbled back a little when I realize where my hand was comfortably settled on. I've been holding his shirt tightly like my life depended on it.
How can you be so stupid, Sreesha? He is your husband and you're holding his shirt? What would your mother say when she finds out about it? She would probably kill you without asking for a reason. It's a sign of utter disrespect towards your husband.
"Stop overthinking and wear this- handing me a saree - mom asked me to tell you to wear this saree and go downstairs as soon as possible," he said smiling. I nodded and stuttered into the washroom.
Making sure I was all alone in the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and banged my head to the wall. And scold myself like I always do when I did something wrong.
When I looked at myself in the mirror, I see myself in a different light. The Sreesha I was looking at was glowing with a small and genuine smile playing on her lips, it had been a long time.
I got ready as soon as possible and left the room to join my MIL to know the tasks I've to do in the house. When I reached downstairs, my MIL asked me to pray for the god of fire (Agni) and then make a sweet dish.
I prepared Kheer, as she specifically mentioned that it is Karthik's favorite dish. I did as she said and completed all the rituals.
When I served the sweet dish, she praised me a lot. She said that she loved it. If anyone asks me what I was good at, I will say my culinary skills. I love cooking.
When she made sure I was settled, she left leaving me alone in the house.
Now that I'm free, I couldn't help but think about my MIL (Mother-in-law). She is so beautiful, no one would believe she has a 25-year-old son. She smiles all the time and it was genuine, her one smile can light a dark room. The way she talks, the way she walks everything screams elegance. I laughed at myself when a thought crossed my mind.
I thought she was royalty.
After our marriage, I didn't see my FIL (Father-in-law) anywhere. It was like he doesn't live here with us.
My MIL made sure I know Karthik's likes and dislikes. I prepared coffee for him, his mother said he likes his coffee black and sugarless.
His daily dose of caffeine as his mother prefers to call.
When I was on my way to our room to give him coffee, he was descending the stairs. I couldn't help but admire his every move. With every step he takes, my clumsy heart hammered against my ribcage to free herself from the bounds of my ribs. His steps never faltered, his eyes never left mine, his lips never stopped smiling. He walked with utmost confidence and with a bit of satisfaction in his eyes.
Stop drooling over him, your drool might turn into floods anytime soon my rational side chided.
But have you seen him properly? It was like a freaking model is walking towards us. My heart whispered to my brain.
Stop giving her unnecessary thoughts you stupid thing! Your work is to pump blood not to create unnecessary attraction and feelings within her it scolded again.
I sometimes think my mother was staying in my mind, it always talks like my mother.
Don't you dare compare me with her! I'm my own person it snapped at me.
If somehow Karthik finds out the battle between my brain and heart or more like the rational and irrational sides, he would definitely kick me out of his house.
Or he can always book a bed for you in a mental asylum!
I sighed. If I didn't stop now, it would lead to a big argument which I am not ready for, as Karthik is only a few feet away from me looking at me worried.
God, he's so beautiful! How can someone like him marry someone like you? No offence Sreesha, but look at him and look at you, he's hot as hell while you? A plain clumsy material which needed a lot of grooming.
I couldn't help but agree with that annoying voice in my head. why would someone like him will marry a girl someone like me? I'm simple and plain and did not plan to change myself unless I was forced. But I'm sure he could have got a girl more beautiful and prettier than me.
My train of thoughts reached its station when a snap of fingers worked as a red flag.
I almost facepalmed when I saw a frown graced on his lips.
I prefer to melt a glacier dude! Give me a damn smile It said again. Not my fault if that voice had its own brain.
I almost thought I was a werewolf while I was reading werewolf books in Wattpad. Sadly, I'm no werewolf. It would have been so cool if I was one.
"Whatever going on in that pretty head of yours," Karthik asked smiling.
Pretty? He called me pretty!!! My heart did a small hip hop.
"N-nothing" I mumbled, offering the coffee.
"Where is yours? " he asked pointing at the coffee.
"I'll have later" I mumbled.
"Will you please have coffee with me?" He asked cutely, making my heart race again.
Slowdown you stupid thing! You're a heart, not a freaking car to participate in a race!
I nodded making one for myself. When I was seated across him, his eyes were penetrating my every move. I want to snap at him asking him to keep his eyes away from me, but I couldn't, he has every right to look at me.
I cringed when the bitter liquid assaulted my taste buds. This was not the way I prefer my coffee, mine should be sweet and tasty not like some neem leaves juice.
He sighed. When I dare to look into his eyes, I stiffened. His eyes were narrowed at me with a hint of irritation in them. I bowed my head not wanting to witness his rage now.
He stood up and held my hand making me jump to my feet. He dragged me to the kitchen and started preparing coffee himself.
He should have asked me to make one again if he doesn't like the one, I made. What is he trying to prove stepping into the kitchen? Why would he have to make me feel pathetic?
"Have it " his voice pulled me to the real world again. I blinked; he was preparing the coffee for me.
Me?
His wife?
Taking the cup in my hand, I eyed it suspiciously. The sweet smell was assaulting my nostrils urging me to take a sip. Warily I sipped, the dead taste buds on my tongue became alive.
This is heaven! I sighed.
"Thank you" I mumbled; he was looking at me with a weird kind of satisfaction in his eyes. His eyes suddenly flickered to annoyance.
How can someone change their emotions in just seconds of difference?
"Just because I prefer something different doesn't mean you had to change yours, Sreesha. Either it is about food or people or something else." He said reaching for my hand. I didn't flinch or feel wary about his touch now. I somehow know he means no harm.... physically.
"We're married, Sreesha. You're my wife, not a slave. My wife is my equal in everything. You are my other half. You have every right on my life like I've on yours. You should not have to be hesitant to ask me anything, actually, you have every right to demand me." He said, looking straight into my eyes with so much of determination in his eyes.
"Do you understand? " he demanded.
"Why?" I whimpered. "Fath-father said I could not-"
"Forget what your father said, forget about your mother's wishes or orders whatever they were. You're not in their house to follow their rules. This is your house, Sreesha. Our house. You have the right to make the rules here. This is yours as much as mine. Everything that belongs to me is yours too. You're free to make or break rules in here. Please don't feel like a guest in your own home. Understand?" He said sternly.
I nodded. I couldn't fight my tears anymore, so I let them fall freely. He hesitantly pulled me close in an embrace and kissed my hair.
My stupid heart did a small somersault.
His hug explains how much he means every word he said. For the first time in my life, I feel secure in someone's embrace other than Tej.
But the next words from him nearly stopped my heart.
"Pack some essentials, you're going to your parent's house"

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