HER POV
"Next" I take a deep breath standing in front of him in the Nth number of clothes, I don't even remember how much time has passed since we started choosing clothes.
Apparently according to him, I need each kind in each colour. Nothing less than that is acceptable, I was surprised, my eyes wide when he uttered those words few hours ago.
Do I want to go back?
I don't know, thinking of it, it only reminds of that day and I absolutely hate it but staying here, with him felt weird yet safer. Safer than that place I used to call home.
Unaware I lost it with when my father passed away.
My father, how must you be feeling right now looking at me from up there? Do you also hate me for the step I took just to save myself, save your Sasha.
"Go" His voice pulls me out of my deep consuming thoughts and I look at him, sitting at the couch with his legs folded and arms resting on the headrest. He looked like a CEO, a powerful figure and I was bewildered when he told me he's an artist, a painter.
I was never into such things nor I ever saw such people's image anywhere near me. The only rich man I knew for my whole life was my step father, Virendra Vaidya.
"I'm tired, I've been trying on dresses on dresses from past 3 hours while you just sit and relax ordering me around." I Strained, my body felt weak though I could still go for a few dance lessons right now but that's not the point.
This man right in-front of me who's supposedly my husband is making me work like a maniac while he gets to sit and relax.
Wait a minute, Did I just say my husband?
"Come here" He says signalling his fingers towards himself. I unknowingly gulp and take a step forward, why does he always get to intimidate me? And why do I allow him to?
Things are messed up, I still cant get it straight in my mind that I no longer live in the shackles of my family and now I'm married, to a man who's not only powerful but mysterious.
I know his name, his profession but anything more than that is not in my knowledge. I don't know my own husband.
Though I should be scared by him, worried about what he might do to me since I'm with him now and no more at a place I grew up at but— I can't just shake off the fact that its the very same man who saved me.
Why would he even hurt me in the first place when he met me being my saviour?
"K—" I gasp, almost shouting his name out loud before gripping on his shoulders for support. My eyes clenched close. What did just happened?
"Say it" His voice turn deep, husky as his honey brown eyes stare into mine. My mind works in an instant and I realise our position, I am sitting on his lap.
I'm sitting on my husband's lap
Letting go off his shoulders I wiggle out and sit next to him within a safe distance. My eyes down in embarrassment and shame.
"Look at me and say it again" his voice makes me look up, my face tilted towards his side. I raise my eyebrows at his request in confusion.
"What?" I ask, gripping on the couch as my knuckles turn red.
"My name" He replies to me, his eyes still lingering on me.
"Kabir?" I tilt my head more and look at him with my eyebrows twitched in maze.
"Yes, Dove" His sudden nickname call out makes my eyes go wide in surprise, a hew of pink settles at the back of my neck.
"Why do you call me Dove?" I ask.
He looks at me, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"Because you're like a dove—fragile but bold enough to break free. And now, you're mine to protect." His words catch me off guard, he's again calling me his.
"I— I see" I sit straight and turn by head away, why is it hot in here?
"Did you like any of the clothes?" His voice again finds my eyes and without turning my face towards him, I look at the table in front of me and shake my head.
"I like wearing Anarkali and saree's" I answer sincerely, the clothes I tried on were actually really pretty but if I had to choose something for myself I'll always go with Anarkali since it helps me dance well and saree as an everyday clothing.
"Let's go" I turn my head towards him and see, he's already standing with his coat buttoned up and hands tucked in his pants pocket.
"Where?" I ask getting up myself as well.
"To get you ready," He replies me to before turning away and talking to the Manager.
Why should I get ready? Am I not looking good?
"Why? Why should I get ready? Where are you taking me? Do I look bad?" I go and stand before him with my hands on my waist.
He stops and waves the manager to go away before turning towards me, "Bad? Calling you beautiful would be an understatement and you are talking about looking bad, Dove. Alas you possibly can't meet your brother in law's in your last night's clothes."
"Do you want them to see you like this at your first meet?" He says, his words getting registered in my head as soon as he spell them out. Brother-in-law's?
Shoot! What an idiot I must be to not think of it.
I slap my head in my mind and nod at him, I surely can't meet his family like this. But do they know about me? About us?
We walk out as I think of it, settling inside the car I turn my face towards him, "Do they already know?" I ask.
He takes away his eyes from the screen and looks at me, "Do you want them to?" His voice serious and calm.
Do I want them to know about this? About us? No!
I'm still not ready to accept this sudden change in my life and adding more to it would make a mess, so no. I don't want anybody to know about it just yet.
Apart from it, somewhere deep in my heart I am scared, scared to see their faces when they look at me as their brother's wife. I'm scared what if they don't like me, what if they already had someone in their mind for him.
I look at him sitting next to me, his eyes still on me. He doesn't look away whenever I catch his eyes on me instead he intensifies his stare making me gulp and turn away.
He's weird, different and something I can't put together in words. One moment he's the most gentle person ever and then the next one he doesn't even bat an eye on me.
A bipolar man, my husband is a bipolar man.
"Am I that good looking?" He says pulling me out of my thoughts and I realise I have been staring at me all this while, my eyes falls down on his lips which are formed into a smirk so delicate that people might miss it in first glance.
His lips, looking at them a hue of red flush on my face and I'm back inside the waiting room with his lips on mine. It was just a fraction of moment but that burning sensation left me hooked.
I subconsciously rubbed my lower lip with my fingertip. How would it feel like kissing those lips in real?
"Dove" his voice breaks my trance and I realise the audacity of my brain to think of such a nonsense.
Shameless! You have turned shameless Kaisha.
"Y-yes" I nod while answering, shooing off the dirty thoughts forming in my head. How could I even think of him that way? He's just my...
Yeah, he's just a casual husband you can't think of kissing you dirty little Kaisha.
My subconscious mind mocks me, throws taunts at me which I might never retort to. I just can't.
"Do you want something?" He questions, his voice almost gentle yet curious.
"You" I don't realise what my mouth just blunted as I aggressively shake my head when he tilts his head and raises his eyebrows at my answer.
I've gone crazy.
My cheeks heat up, hotness surrounding me. I abruptly turned away and hide my face behind my palms.
I don't even know what am I doing anymore.
This man, this very person is making me go crazy and I can't help it because he's not a no body, he's my husband now.