Her Second-Hand Husband! novel Chapter 36

Arjun’s PoV

The 15 days went by in a blink. I went on a shopping spree to buy anything and everything I thought would look good on her. I filled up a whole cupboard with her clothes. I was happy to marry her and thought that she was the one that I have been waiting for, for my whole life. When I saw her in the morning, in her beautiful maroon and golden saree that I chose specially for her, I was spellbound. She was stunning in that saree and it complimented her fair skin very beautifully. Our wedding happened with only 100 people and all the time, she stood beside me brushing her shoulders with mine. She was doing indescribable things to me. She was waking up a sleeping monster that was inside of me and that monster craved for her. I just wanted to devour her completely and relish every part of her body. I could not stop my evil mind from thinking about all the dirty stuff on her rather I enjoyed everything it pictured.

We came by car to Chennai after lunch from her home. She was weeping all the way and I tried to console her but her aunt was sitting beside her and I restrained myself from the attempts to make her feel better. Once home, mom took her to complete the rituals and I was left alone to sit in the hall. Sivaprakasam uncle didn’t come to Chennai but Dhanam aunt came along with us. I saw her talking to Preethi and I started listening to them when I heard them say Anika.

“Anika is a brilliant girl. She knew that marrying Arjun would uplift her family. Anandhi and Saravanan first opposed the idea of marrying her to Arjun as a second wife. But after my husband explained to them the benefits of this marriage, Anika compromised her parents for this arrangement.” Dhanam aunty said.

“It doesn't matter why she married him, aunty. It only matters if she could make Arjun happy. Arjun deserves happiness and if he thinks that she is the one that could give it to him, then I would say you don't go on and talk about her like this to anyone else.” Preethi told her.

I didn't stay there to listen any further. I went to my floor and locked myself in. There is a huge possibility for that to be true. I thought that her parents must have forced her for this marriage but I failed to think of it’s vice versa. She knew I was rich. She hated me and despised me every time we met and all of a sudden agreed to marry me. She took advantage of the situation and as the opportunist she is, she used me to satisfy her family’s needs. But she doesn't have to do this for that. I was ready to help her family out even when she disrespected me. I was deeply hurt and felt like an idiot to have fallen into this trap all over again. I guess I am not destined to have a love life.

I waited for the night to confront her and I rejected all the calls from my mom and dad who were trying to get me out. I told them that I was tired and I needed some alone time.They left me alone after some attempts. I could not stay sane when I saw her in my room with a beautiful pink silk saree. She was like a sculpture with the right amount of flesh in all the right places. I fought with my mind to stay angry for what she had done but the feeling of lust was overtaking my anger. I tried to keep my cool as the urge to feel her under my fingers was growing as much as the anger that shot up thinking how much of an opportunist she is to marry me. I am not ready to be in a loveless marriage again. But I love her, she made my heart flutter with happiness. I asked her consent for this marriage and she gave her full consent. Argh, I could not determine if she is good or bad.

Once she came outside changing into her pajamas, she turned into a little girl. She looked nothing like that beautiful lady in saree but she was damn cute. Her pink pajamas had floral prints on it and it didn't stand a chance against her pink cheeks. She looked troubled and I started the conversation to break the awkward silence. Once she gained her confidence back, I told her what I have been practicing to tell her on her face. But the reply she gave took me by surprise. I never expected her to tell me that she is in love with me. But she did.

“Shhh, relax. We can start fresh!” I said, stepping towards her when she asked me if we can start fresh. I still remember every single time she wanted to erase those memories of her rude behavior. From what she said, I can understand the reason behind why she tried to push me away. When she knew that was impossible, she started to give in to the feelings. But then, she felt bad for all her actions before. That was why she kept on telling me to start fresh. It all made sense.

“Arjun…” I could just hear her whisper my name as I closed in on her. I could see her closing her eyes letting the tears roll down on her cheeks.

“I am ready to start fresh with you!” I said cupping her cheeks with my hands wiping away her tears.

“Thank you” she said, holding my hands with her tender fingers. She looked down and when I tried to see her face she dug herself into my chest and I felt content. She just fits perfectly in my hands. I could feel her shiver on me and that oddly satisfied my male-self. I could not wait any longer to claim her for myself.

I took my hand to her bare waist beneath her pajama top and heard her gasp out loud. I could see her shiver under my touch, goosebumps all over her very sensitive skin. She hugged me even more tighter and dug her head more into my chest refusing to look up at me. The more she put herself on to me, the more I wanted to see her face.

“Anika!” I called her ever so gently, squeezing her waist for which she scrunched my shirt on my chest.

“Look up at me.” I told her.

“Mhum.” she shook her head in a No still hugging me.

“This is not the girl I knew. Are you really Anika?” I asked her, inhaling her scent, resting my head on her head.

“Then you never knew me well.” she said. I like this witty side of her.