Part 2

He ascended the stairs and then stepped inside the room, locking the door behind him.

I shouted in my mind. "Abe niche utar mujhe (put me down)."

He made me stand on my feet. I opened the heavy veil and threw it on the bed. What a relief.

I looked here and there in the room. It was decorated beautifully, as it was my first night with my arrogant husband.

I turned only to bump into him. I looked up and found him already looking at me. I clutched his sherwani and jerked him close to me. "If you are thinking that I will let you touch me and give you all the rights, then it's your misconception," I shouted, and he just gaped at my face.

Wait, his eyes are beautiful. Damn it, I am thinking.

"It's you who is touching me now, girl. I am not even interested in you," he said, jerking my hand and making my eyes widen.

I said, "Go and fuck yourself. I am not interested in you either." I shouted, showing my middle finger.

He didn't say anything and went inside the restroom. I sat there silently on the bed. This dress and the jewelry are so freaking heavy. My outfits, as well as my phone, were all in my house. I completely forgot about my phone at home.

Now, what to do? I sat in front of the mirror and opened my bangles, and then I opened the pins in my hair and then flowers. Finally, after much effort, I was able to open my hair.

I heard the opening sound of the bathroom door, and he stepped inside the room after changing into tracks and a vest. I ignored him and started untangling the necklace, but to my bad luck, it got stuck in my hair.

I tried to open it but was not able to. Damn, it hurts. I turned and found him engrossed in his phone. "Are you blind? Can't you see that I am in pain?" I shouted.

He looked at me with a questioning look. "Ugh, help me. My necklace got stuck in my hair."

He sighed, placing his phone aside. He replied, "You can do it by yourself because I don't want you to say that I am touching you."

I was annoyed.

I raged. "At the very least, they can assist me."

"Wait," his hard tone, ugh, he stood up and walked towards me. He stood behind me. His finger touched my neck, and I shivered and clutched the side of my lahenga skirt.

What the heck was happening?

"It's done," he said, and I turned towards him, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

"Don't expect a thank you," I said, and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I am not expecting anything from a little kid like you," he said, and my eyes widened.

Did he just call me a little kid?

I am not a kid, or am I?

No, I am not!

I am 19. I am freaking 19, and he called me a kid.

Ughhh, Ughhh, he freaking insulted me.

I stomped my feet in anger and found him sitting on the bed, engrossed in his phone once again.

Oh, no, phod du iska main!! Saala arrogant insaan..( I so wanted to smash his head, he is such an arrogant jerk)

I sat down silently on the couch. His. His words rang in my ears. He called me a kid and said he wasn't interested in me. All the boys from St. Xavier's were behind me, and he said I was a kid. Such a blind man!

I want to change this heavy outfit, but I don't have anything. God, please help me.

I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. Just then, something soft slammed into my face. I opened my eyes with a jerk. I looked up and saw him standing in front of me. I looked down to see that his shirt and tracks were on my lap. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. Just then, something soft slammed into my face. I opened my eyes with a jerk. I looked up and saw him standing in front of me. I looked down to see that his shirt and tracks were on my lap.

Ohh yeah, yeah, he threw his outfit on me.

"What type of behavior is this?" I shouted as I stood up.

Listen, I know you don't have anything on, so just change into this and sleep," he said sternly." Listen, I know you don't have anything on, so just change into this and sleep," he said sternly.

"Stop bossing around on me, okay?" I yelled.

To be continued.

Oh yeah, he threw his outfit on me.

"What type of behavior is this?" I shouted as I stood up.

"Listen, I know you don't have anything on, so just change into this and sleep," he said sternly.

"Stop bossing around on me, okay?" I yelled.

"Stop shouting," he said as he walked towards the bed. "If you want to wear this, go ahead; otherwise, sleep in this outfit," he said as he lay down on one side and turned off the lights.

I think I should change. Ugh. I just want to sleep. I was so freaking tired because of all the wedding functions.

I stepped inside the restroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I splashed some water on my face and was about to wipe away the vermillion, but I stopped myself because my mother had told me not to.

I unhooked my blouse and wore his shirt. Abey kitna bada shirt hai (the shirt is too big)...damn, it's so big it's falling off my shoulder.

I opened my lahenga skirt and was about to put on his trousers when it occurred to me: he called me a little kid, right? He is not interested in me. He doesn't want to touch me.

Come on, I am Ariya Mittal. Let's see how much he can control himself. I looked up at myself in the mirror. His shirt hardly covered my thighs. I opened the first three buttons of his shirt. A little bit of my cleavage was in view, as also the straps of my black bra. The shirt hangs from one shoulder, giving it the appearance of a sexy off-shoulder shirt.

I stepped inside the room to find him sleeping on his back. I smirked and walked towards the bed. I put my right knee on the bed, then my left knee. I crawled towards him. He still didn't open his eyes.

"Arhaan," I called him with my husky voice.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes widened as he saw my state. I mentally smirked and sat on his belly.

"Ari... ya, what are you doing?" he stammered, and I smiled.

"I am not doing anything, Arhaan," I whispered. My fingers traced his neck, going down to his hard chest.

He tried but failed to appear stern.

I caressed his hard chest with my fingers. He was about to take my hand, but I was quick. I entwined his two hands and pinned them to the bed.

"Leave me, Ariya, and sleep," he said, and I chuckled.

My breath fanned across his face as I leaned in close. "Sleep? Seriously Arhaan? Didn't you see the decoration of this room? It's decorated so beautifully, and it's our wedding night." I whispered in my seductive voice. My nose touched his jaw. I rubbed my nose on his neck without kissing him. He sighed, clutching my hand tightly.

I know he wanted me to open my legs as well, but no one can be like my Vihan. It's time to make you feel guilty, Arhaan Mehra.

Arhaan's POV.

Damn it! Why did I say yes to this marriage? She is such a bomb. Kitna bolti hei? Why did you choose this girl for me, Daadi? She's still a child, and marrying at this age is terrible.

Anyway, why do I think about her? I needed sleep. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

I heard the opening sound of the bathroom door. I didn't open my eyes and pretended to sleep because I knew if I opened my eyes or uttered anything, then her broken music system would start.

"Arhaan," she said, and I opened my eyes, widening as I saw her. Shit, what was she wearing? Adhe kapde, kahan kahan hai? (Where are half of her clothes?) She sat on my stomach, and my eyes seemed to pop out at any moment.

She was wearing my shirt, which was very loose for her and barely covered her thighs; she didn't wear the trousers that I gave her; and, on top of that, the three buttons of her shirt were open, which gave the view of her cleavage and the straps of her bra. Her hand was full of henna, which she shamelessly roamed across my chest. Her hairline was smeared with vermillion, and the nuptial chain around her neck looked sexier on her than on me. Her messy appearance screamed, "Fuck me."

I stammered, "Ariya, what are you doing?" and she smiled.

"I am not doing anything, Arhaan," she whispered, her fingers tracing my neck, going down to my hard chest once again.

I tried to act stern, but everything went in vain, and I stuttered.

I was about to take her hand, but she was too quick. She grabbed my hand and pinned it to the bed, entwined with hers. A girl doesn't do that. Mehra controls anything and everything.

I said, "Leave me alone, Ariya," without stammering this time, and she laughed.

She rubbed her nose on my neck, and my breath quickened. "Sleep? Seriously Arhaan? Didn't you see the decoration of this room? It's decorated so beautifully, and it's our wedding night." she whispered in her seductive voice as her nose touched my jaw, and I sucked in a breath. She rubbed her nose on my neck, and my breath quickened. I clutched her palm tightly, closing my eyes. I just wanted to fuck her hard and rough. She had already woken the monster inside me.

I jerked open my eyes and looked at her with a shocked expression.

I pushed her, and she fell on the other side of the bed. I sat on the bed, palming my face.

"Why did you push me? Stop acting like an innocent boy; you are Arhaan Mehra, the page 3 businessman," she sneered, much to my disappointment.

"Ariya shut up and sleep," I said, getting up.

She also stood up and walked towards me. She held my hand and placed it on her waist. "Why this khadoos ( arrogant) behavior? Am I not sexy enough?" she asked, trying to get close to me.

I held her shoulder and pushed her slightly. She was making me angry, but I was controlling myself.

I turned to walk towards the balcony when I was stopped by a soft clutch on my wrist. I took a deep breath and turned towards her. I pulled her close to me by clutching her wrist tightly, twisting it behind her back a little. I think you are so desperate to get fucked by me!

"Mrs. Ariya Arhaan Mehra, I'd love to make you tired, but," I said sweetly as I leaned in close.

I said, leaning dangerously close to her, "Stop doing these cheap tricks and sleep. It's getting late, and yeah, stop playing with me, Ariya. I'm not. What are you thinking?" I said, leaning dangerously close to her, then pushed her slightly and went to the balcony.

I lay down on the couch, which was placed on the balcony. Soon, darkness engulfed me.

The next morning,

Sunlight directly fell on Arhaan's face, and he woke up.

Arhaan's POV.

I slept on the balcony. I sat up and stretched my hands, yawning.

When I heard someone knocking on the door, I stood up and went inside, where I found Ariya sleeping on the bed. I chucked it and went to open the door, covering her properly with the duvet.

"Good morning, beautiful." I wished as soon as I opened the door, I knew it was Daadi (grandmother).

"Good morning, handsome," she replied, "Ariya uth gay?" (Is Ariya awake?) I nodded in the negative.

"Okay, wake her up, and her outfits are here. Her parents sent her luggage and also her phone," she said, pointing towards the butler who was holding the luggage.

"Keep that luggage here; I'll take it inside," I said. He dropped the luggage and went downstairs.

"Go freshen up and come downstairs for breakfast and give her the phone," she said, handing her phone to me.

I nodded and she left.

I took her luggage inside and placed her phone beside her.

After taking out my outfit, I went to the restroom.

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When Arhaan came out of the washroom, he saw Ariya was already up, and she was using her phone. He looked at her for a few more seconds as she was desperately trying to call someone.

He shook his head and said, in his same bossy tone, "Come to the living room after freshening up," and he left.

Ariya's POV

"Come to the living room after freshening up." He and his bossy tone, ugh, I just hate it.

Damnn Vihan picked up the call. He must be very angry with me. I called him more than 10 times, but he didn't pick up my call.

I was tired once more, and he answered the phone. Before I could say anything, he started, "Oh wow, finally, you got time to call me Mrs. Ariya Arhaan Mehra." He never talked with me in this tone.

"Vihan I." He didn't let me complete my sentence, and he started once again, "I hope you enjoyed your first night with your husband." Tears started forming in my eyes, hearing him.

I sobbed. "Vih. An, please allow me to expound."

"What do you want to explain? Is there anything left, Mrs. Mehra?" he shouted from the other side.

"The thing is, Ariya, you didn't love me that one year was just time passing, right? You were just time passing with me," he said.

Vihan said, "I love you, but please don't behave like this with me. My life is so messed up right now." I cried harder.

"Stop crying first and meet me in the evening," he said from the other side.

I can't meet today as it's Sunday, and I don't want the media to capture us, so tomorrow at college, "I said, wiping my tears."

"You don't love me? hainaa Arhaan?" he asked.

"Vihan, I love you. I only love you," I told him.

"Bye," he said rudely.

"Hello... Vihan... hello? Are you there?" he said, but he had already hung up.

Why are you doing this with me, Ayyiappa (God)?

Arhaan, I despise you; your presence has ruined my life.

I stood up and went to the restroom. I took a shower and changed into a pink banarsi saree as instructed by my mother because I needed to go to my house for pagh phere ki rasam today. Don't give me those looks. I know how to wear a saree. I wore a pink chooda (bangles). I left my hair open and did the middle partition. I filled my hairline...I walked out of the room after spraying perfume and taking my phone off.

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"Good morning, everyone," Ariya wished, descending the stairs.

Arhaan was sipping his coffee when he heard her voice. He turned his face, his breath hitching. She looked beautiful.

"Bhai, close your mouth," Riyan whispered in his ear.

Arhaan turned towards him and gave him a glare while he made an innocent face and started sipping his bournvita.

"Ariya, my darling, you are looking so beautiful," Usha said lovingly.

"Thank you, daddy." She smiled and touched her feet, and then she touched Santosh's feet, taking the blessing.

"Chalo, let's have breakfast. We were waiting for you only," Usha said, and she nodded.

They were talking about the reception while Ariya was silently having her breakfast, but she was listening to everything.

"I want to say something," she said, all of a sudden, grabbing their attention.

"Yeah, Ariya, say na," Usha said.

Ariya requested softly, "Daadi, can you please postpone the reception because I have my exams at the end of this month and I can't take leave from the college anymore. I have to cover up all the syllabus."

"Of course, beta, then we'll plan for the reception next month," Usha said.

"Even though there is so much workload, it's fine to postpone the reception," Santosh said.

"Thank you," she said softly and started having her breakfast.

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After breakfast,

"Ariya, today is your first rasoi. If you want, you can cook any dessert," Usha said.

"Umm, daadi, I don't know much about cooking, but I know how to make waffles and shakes. Should I make this for everyone?" she asked excitedly, making Usha smile.

"If you want to make it, then you can. You will get all the essential things in the kitchen; just ask the butler," Usha said. She nodded and went to the kitchen.

"Hiii bhabhi, need any help? Wais bhai is very khadoos ( arrogant), but I can help you," Riyan said, stepping inside the kitchen.

"Isn't it awkward for you to call me bhabhi? I mean, I am younger than you," Ariya said, turning towards him.

"Toh kya bolu?" (so what should I call you) Ariya, Choti, Smally, or Shorty? "He asked, and her eyes widened."

"Small is nice," he grinned, and Ariya shook her head grumpily.

Ariya scowled. "I'm not small, okay? It's just that you two brothers are giraffes,"

"But you are short of that, without any doubt," he said, and she stomped her feet in anger.

"You said you came here to help me, but you are actually teasing me," she said, and he laughed.

"Okay, Sally, I'll help you. Just tell me what you need," he said.

"I don't need your help. Thank you," she said with a tight-lipped smile.

"But I want to help you," he said.

"But I don't need your help anymore," Ariya argued.

"Okay, but aap mujhe bhi sikha do yeh sab kaise banta hai (okay then, please teach me how to make all these) so that I can make these for girls to impress them," he said, and Ariya laughed.

After some time,

Ariya simply stared at him.

"Arre, don't look at me like that. I am a very sharif (innocent) boy," he said, raising his invisible collar.

Ariya inquired if her focus was on the waffles.

"Yes, I am his little sibling, but I am not khadoos (arrogant) like him," he said, and Ariya giggled.

"Okay, so the waffles and shakes are ready," she said.

"This seems so tasty, smally," he said, licking his lips.

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"It's so tasty, Ariya," Usha said.

"Thank you, daddy," she smiled, taking the waffle.

"Bhai aap bhi tarif kardona (bhai at least say something good about this). It's actually very tasty," Riyan said to Arhaan, who was busy sipping the shake silently.

"It's nice," he said, and Ariya just forced a smile.

"This is a small gift for making the tastiest shake and waffles," Usha said, making her wear the diamond necklace.

"Daadi, it's not needed," she tried to deny it.

"It is.. you are now the DIL of Mehra's," Usha said...

"Arhaan, you have to take Ariya to her home for pagh phera," Usha said.

(Pagh phera is the ritual that happens after marriage.. usually, the bride's brother comes to pick the bride up from her in-laws, but Ariya doesn't have any brothers.)

"The driver will take her," he said, his gaze fixed on his iPad.

"No Ariya, you will take her and it's final," Ram said sternly.

"All right," Arhaan sighed, defeat stoically.

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If they tell you to pose, think about your father's name and reputation, so at least smile, "Arhaan said," and Ariya just smiled and wore her sunglasses.

As Arhaan said, there were media outside, but Ariya being Ariya, didn't care about anything and straightly sat inside the car, ignoring everything, making Arhaan angry.