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Aishwarya POV

My gaze dancing across my skin through the mirror. The droplets of water were falling down the loose wet strands of my hair that were wrapped into a tight bun over my head. My gaze was turning intense on my neck noticing the deep red bruise mixing up with my deep brown color. It was size of a walnut, his full lips. I still remember how he kissed my neck and bite my slowly.

It did not feel like a bite, like a painful bite, the one which I had from a two year naughty son of my sister on my cheek once but a different kind of painful bite. That was a painful bite when the sharp teeth of the baby pressed tightly against my skin making me whimper and cry in pain and his was a sweet painful and caring bite.

What Hukum did was something different. I could still fill his lips on my neck. The gentle brushing of his lips on my neck and then slowly parting of his lips for a few kisses. His face leaning in closer, his jaw moving as he opened his mouth more and tried to eat me like someone would eat an apple. With an open mouth and sharp teeth. But, except for his teeth, his lips wrapped around my skin, with an open mouth, hard suction and a feeling that shook me to the Core.

In that moment I felt a lightning in my whole body something that happens during the rain and thunder. It shook me, trembled me and made me dizzy in no time.

And, then after that there were a few deep suctioning as if he wanted to pull my soft flesh into his mouth to drink something.

Like a baby suckle on his mother's breast to drink milk, I felt his teeth. But, that feeling did not feel anything close to the baby. It was heavy, deep and slightly painful. I remembered tears collecting in my eyes when he did that. But, it was not harsh.

I did not even scream.

Why didn't I scream?

It was a gentle bite, actually, only the one that tickled my skin playfully, like he wanted to tease me, he wanted to make me feel what I was feeling in that moment. Like he wanted that.

But, why would he want me to feel that?

Was that to make me feel good or bad?

That feeling was good, beyond good. Something different, pretty similar to all the feelings that run like a current through my body whenever he comes closer but it was more tight and deep. More powerful yet so gentle and slow.

My gaze slowly lowering down to my body adjusting to everything that I had hardly noticed. 

I was now in my dressing room, getting dressed after the bath. After we both stepped out of pool. He quickly took the bath while I just waited for him to finish trying to not look into his side when he changed and wrapped the towel around his waist and went to change allowing me the time and privacy to take one after him.

When I came out of the bathing room he was not anymore here in the chamber. Maybe he went to the court already.

I was now alone, standing in front of the mirror, wishing to change from the wet clothes.

I pulled the strings of my blouse from the back and started to slip the shoulders down. My gaze noticing the highlights of my bone on my neck, on my shoulders. And, then slowly shifting to my now revealed breast. I had hardly seen myself ever, I realised.

My nipples were hard and I lowered my gaze to my breast. I placed my hand on my upper midriff in a way that my thumb and index finger surrounded the roundedness of my bosom and my thumb touched the side of my nipple slowly. It was hurting. Not, badly hurting but there a stinginess of his touch there. A harsh and right touch. Not just a touch but a tight pressing by taking that into his fist.

I felt a slight shift in the heat of my body with the memories.

It was making me feel sick again.

But, he said we were normal.

Were we?

Looking closely I realised that there were faded imprints of his finger on my breast. The four thick fingers and a thumb. I could still feel his hand on my bosom. His thumb around my breast's curve and his long fingers reaching even above my heart, while his palm was rubbing against my nipple. 

I slowly cupped my own bosom and felt how small it was. They were as small as my fists were, very small and tight. Nothing to feel.

I doubted if he could have have even had it in his hands. Like, they could easily slip by.

But, it made me feel everything when he pressed them.

Everything that I hardly knew I would ever feel. Everything that I hardly knew existed

I inhaled a sharp breath and pulled my blouse even low. My wedding bangles of deep red color tickled with the movement.

And, I courageously lifted my gaze to my bosom. I gasped as I looked myself in the mirror, staring back at my half naked self. The sunlight falling into the chamber and on my one shoulder and half of my body. It was feeling warm like his hand felt.

The slight baby hair were standing on my body giving me a sense of slight chill with the thought of him looking at me like this.

Half naked.

Would he ever?

But why?

To touch me again. To see, Maybe.

But, would he like me like this?

The highlight of bones on my chest, tiny little waist with a small navel. I was so small in front of him.

"Aishwarya,"

I startled all of sudden as I heard him behind the door and the noise of the door opening travelled down my ear in no moments. I immediately grabbed the dupatta to cover my chest.

I turned and my back hit the dressing table with a fury.

The door pushed up in just a moment and just then realised that a few things fell down the table because of my quick move that immediately caught my attention.

"I am sorry,"

His voice travelled down my ear from a distant and tears collected in my eyes with a panic as my sight noticed the scattered vermillion on the floor.

No, no, no, no......no.........noooooooo! This cannot happen.

Tears rolled my cheeks in no time and I immediately lowered my self to my knees and my heart started pounding in my chest strongly. My fist tightened on my chest to keep the dupatta stuck my chest and the fingers of my other hand started collecting the vermillion. 

I heard the door locking behind me immediately and his hurried footsteps approaching towards me.

"I am sorry, I am so sorry. I did not know,"

His voice travelled down my ear and reminded me of the meaning of scattered vermilion on the ground blurred my vision.

I lifted my tearful gaze to look at me looking back at me with the sadness.

"Do not cry. I will get you a another bottle of it, I promise,"

He said and I broke into even more cries.

"Hey, what happened?"

He said with the tension bubbling up on his face and I started crying even more.

I did not want to lose him. Why the hell everything happens to me? Why me? I have just got him an now this. I could not lose him.

"Aishwarya, look at me,"

I felt his finger touching my chin and making me look at him. His soft gaze with the tension came into my blurry vision.

"What is it?"

He asked and I hiccuped.

"It is not a good Sign. The vermillion should not fall on the ground,"

I tried to say in slow voice and he sighed.

"Okay, Okay, its okay. There is no sign. Things happen,"

He said and I shook my head.

"Noooo, elders have told and even my sister once told me that if vermillion falls on the ground, the husband... dies,"

More tears flooded down my cheeks and I felt him holding my arm and making me stand up to look at me. My arms still tight against my chest.

"Do you believe your sister or me more?"

He asked and I shook my head.

"You,"

I told and he looked at me.

"Trust me nothing will happen to me. I will get you another bottle of the vermillion,"

He said with the surety and I felt his fingers gently wiping the tears off my cheeks. But, a Storm was rising in my chest making me feel weak in my knees and all scared for him, mostly for myself.

I was nothing without him. Not anymore.

"Hukum,"

I immediately looked up to his face with tensions and emotions rolling all over my nerves and I find his gaze moving quickly to me from my nape.

"Hn?"

"Do not go anywhere, please,"

I tried to say with the fresh tears rolling down my cheeks and I felt him smiling a little.

"Aishwarya, it was nothing. You got startled with my voice and banged into the table and the bottle fell. That's it, it does mea-,"

"Please, Hukum,"

I immediately cut him off and he inhaled a deep breath.

"Okay, but until when I will not go anywhere?"

He asked and I confusingly lowered my gaze.

"I do not know, but please do not go anywhere,"

Suddenly, I felt his hands touching both my arms and making me turn against him and I looked at myself in the mirror and him standing behind me looking at me through the mirror.

"First, you should change. You already caught cold and staying wet will make it worse,"

He said and I blinked nervously.

He was not listening to me and I noticed that I was naked only placing the dupatta over my chest and as his gaze lowered down making me timid.

I gulped and lowered my gaze immediately and I could feel the weight of his gaze on the nape of my neck. 

Suddenly, the drop of water that travelled down the hairline and tickled me over my shoulder felt colder and I could feel his breaths touching me on my skin. Goosebumps started to dance across my skin and another drop fell from my hair bun and landed on my nape. I inhaled slightly deeper as the drop travel from my nape down to the band of the skirt, making a trail of cold water on my back.

I suddenly felt timider as I realised that my back was completely bare available for his eyes and it made me twist something in my stomach.

Slowly, I felt him stepping closer and placing a hand on the base of my neck and shoulder. I felt his long and thick finger gently brushing against my skin and his lips slowly leaning in closer to the nape of my neck. And, I immediately felt better. Relaxed and light. Completely snatched out from the incident that had just happened.

My lips parted with the touch of his lips and I felt myself shifting in my legs with the sensations slowly building up from the pit of my stomach.

"Hukum,"

I managed to breath and he lifted his gaze back to me through the mirror and muttered in a slow voice.

"You are so beautiful, Aishwarya,"

He said and I timidly lowered my gaze.

I felt his fingers gently moving down my nape and I immediately lifted my gaze. His eyes were low on my back and I felt the tip of his index finger making in line on my back from the top to the down. Painfully slow.

My lips parted and heart beats raced with the touch.

"Let me help you change,"

He said and I timidly shifted my weights.

"Hn?"

I senselessly muttered.

"No, you canno-,"

"That's not a question or request,"

I tried to mutter in a very slow voice but he cut me off and I suddenly felt his finger tucking in the band of my skirt behind and pulling me against his chest. My back collided in his chest and I felt his eyes on my cheek and lips. My arched against his chest.

"Let me see you, Aishwarya, I want to see this beautiful body,"

He said and I felt my heart flipping insanely and my eyes widened with shock. There was no beautiful body.

"What? Why?"

I tried to reason.

And, I felt him wrapping his other hand around my shoulder and his hand cupping my throat in his hand to make me turn my head slightly back to make me look at him.

"I am your husband and I should know how beautiful my wife is,"

I blinked nervously and I could feel our lips closer and our breathing getting quicker.

Suddenly, he turned me and pulled me closer in a fraction of moment and I felt nervous and scared. Our chest were touching each other and both of my arms over my chest keeping the dupatta in place and feeling a restraint between our chest.

I felt his one hand on my nape, very gentle and soft. Almost feathery. The texture of his skin was rough and my lips wide open with my head falling backwards, unknowingly giving into the touch.

What the hell was happening?

My core feeling wet once again, second time today and then I felt his other hand on my back. On my naked back. I could feel him seeing my naked, brown back through the mirror.

Our forehead touched each other and I felt his hand slowly moving towards south.

The shiver started to increase in my body, making me feel dizzy and trembling.

His fingers were moving very slowly— painfully slow into the band of my skirt.

My eyes opened and I blinked nervously looking into his eyes. My body leaning back with his weight slightly shifting over me and the moment I felt his finger an inch inside of my band, the terror begin to rise.

"St-stop..."

I muttered in a slow voice and I could feel his hand freezing right there on my skin.

"You should not,"

I managed to say. My eyes blinking with confusion, fear and nervousness.

"Do you think so?"

He asked and I immediately nodded.

"Ah, Yes,"

I managed to whisper heavily.

I found a smile appearing in his face and he muttered.

"Have you ever said a 'No' to anyone before,"

He framed a question and it did not take me single moment to shake my head.

"No, I am sorry, but..."

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