Lad'di Vi Kinna Sohna Aa
Kehndi Nai Bolna Tere Naal
Lad'di Vi Kinna Sohna Aa
Kehndi Nai Bolna Tere Naal

Author's POV

Vaidehi Mahendra Pratap Suryavanshi walked into the room with menacingly calm steps as her morals trained her to follow the path of grace amidst every chaos of life. Her every stride was an announcement of an impending predicament that would leave behind trails of unending smoke. Unbothered by the closed-off stance of her offspring, cold glances thrown her way and eyes lowered with respect due to her arrival, she sat on the sofa, settling the drape of her saree over her shoulder. She had already planned her grandson's future with a woman of poise and Shivangi had to be eradicated from her path at the very instant to ensure the prosperity of her coveting intentions.

"This marriage will never happen," she repeated firmly to confirm her unwavering stance. Rudra gave her a bored look. The elder clan stood up from their seats and greeted her. Shivangi simply stood there, looking down at the floor. Rudra bent to her level and whispered in her ears, making his lips touch her earlobes, "Aap yun duniya ke saamne nazrein jhuka leti hai na toh hamara sar khud-b-khud jhuk jaata hai (When you lower your eyes in front of the world, our head bows down automatically)."

She looked at him while he gave her a morose smile. Overwhelmed by his words, she refused to answer him but looked straight at Vaidehi in the eye. If not for herself, she would always fight for his sake. She promised herself. She had to see herself the way he saw her. Flawless. Like she belonged nowhere else but with him. She would never let him down.

"What are you saying, Maa Sa?" Karam asked his mother, though he knew this was a futile attempt to change her mind. He wanted her to mend her ways before she destroyed her relationship with him and his family. She had always favored his elder brother, but when it came to his children, Karam wouldn't let them face the heat of her actions.

"How can you even think that we would wed off our Rudra to a girl who isn't even normal enough to talk with us?" she chided her son and before he could speak she continued, "Remember Avantika, In our family, we choose the bride who has religiously kept solah somvar ke vrat under our customary guidance in the same year as marriage. Unlike Mahira, who has observed each one of them as per our traditional rules, this woman won't even know who Pandit Mohan Das Tiwariji is. How are you even entertaining these talks?"

"Shravan Maas began on 4th July 2023 and so did the series of my fasting for the year. The first Monday, i.e. on 10th July 2023, was my first fast. Pandit Mohan Das Tiwariji, the official priest of the Suryavanshi family who is ancestrally related to Purohit Aditya Narayan Ji has been continuously conducting all rituals of the family for 65 years. He wasn't in town, so the holy offering was presented to the lord on my behalf by his Guru, Shri Narendra Das TiwariJi himself. The first customary Monday ritual under your family guidelines is lighting 100 Diyas around the premises of Shiv Mandir on the night of the Vrat. Rudra lit 50 of them while I illuminated the rest, as per his commands. The next Monday, we traveled to Omkareshwar and offered our prayers while concluding the fast, as Pandit Mohan Das TiwariJi himself performed the veneration for us in Madhya Pradesh. With the divine blessings of Narmada Mata, my fast was completed and so was Rudra's. While I can provide the account of all 16 Mondays, Rudra and I fasted alongside your doubts would be eliminated as you have a conversation with Purohit Shree Atul ji, Pandit Ji and his associates, Shree Vishnubhat ji and Shree Parag Deshmukh Ji to affirm the validity of my words. Khamma Ghani Dadi Sa, Aapke liye pani Laa du?" Shivangi's pre-programmed text-to-speech enabled tablet announced her words loud and clear to Vaidehi as she sat stunned in her seat. She thought of mocking Shivangi for being incapable of being the bride the bloodline demanded, but she stood out in her expectations. Even she herself had never met Shri Narendra das ji and here this girl had even performed a veneration with him. Shivangi had shut her up in the best way possible while Rudra smirked openly, enjoying the show. When his velvet killed, she slayed with a smile. He had already tangled her into his life so deeply that she had unknowingly fulfilled every duty of his betrothed while he had just ensured that the path of thorns was converted into roses for her. He won't let anyone mock her in any damn manner. Her response today was the base of his pride.

"We are marrying bhai Sa to a girl who can even shut Dadi Sa up," Deeksha snickered, making Avantika, who was standing beside her, laugh. Both women stopped giggling the moment Vaidehi glared at them.

"I fast along with her every Monday because I am as eager to get her as she should be. We are a couple and pray together to get forever with each other," Rudra said while Shivangi looked at him with a fond smile. She didn't know how she got that lucky to find a man who yearned to be hers as much as she yearned to be his.

"What sort of shameless people are you who still came to discuss the proposal when I denied you yesterday?" Dadi Sa questioned Tara and Moksh, who stiffened altogether.

"Why would they not come when their son-in-law personally insisted them to come here?" Rudra asked back coldly before Moksh could answer Vaidehi.

"You are the son-in-law of Jamwal's, not of a family like theirs," Vaidehi said with hard-nosed resoluteness.

"I am sorry Dadi Sa but if you wish to make Mahira the daughter-in-law of this house so much then you are free to marry her. I am a married man who has devoted his soul to Shivangi already," Rudra said, making her stand up in outrage.

"Rudra!" she yelled.

"Maa Sa, it's a sweet beginning. If you cannot give your blessings, don't spoil the moment," Karam told his mother sincerely.

"Rudra, you have to marry Mahira. I have given her my word," Vaidehi declared.

"Maa Sa, I have given word to Shivangi that she will be my daughter-in-law. Either she will be my Rudra's wife or none" Avantika took her stand having enough of the drama. Shivangi looked at Avantika teary-eyed, considering how much the family loved her.

"Shut up, you both! I am talking to my grandson. Unlike your insolent selves, he would never disobey me. Rudra, you have to choose. You can either keep your relationship with your Dadi Sa or with this woman who is breaking the family even before getting married to you. It's either me or her," she demanded, sure of being Rudra's priority, considering she had never seen him disobey her.

"I am sorry, Shivangi," Rudra sighed. She knew how much Vaidehi meant to him, as she had heard him say about his experiences as a kid who enjoyed vacations with her. Shivangi quietly looked away, hiding the tears in her eyes as she put up a brave smile. She had to let him go. She knew he had made his choice and was right on his part, but why did her irrational heart had to crack open, making her eyes water? Why the hell did it pain so much? She knew accepting her was difficult for people, but suddenly he became the sun her life revolved around and made her feel complete and now leaving his hand was devastating. She had lost him even before properly getting him. She wasn't lucky enough for good things to stay in her life as she lost whatever touched her heart. Maybe even happiness was biased as it came to those who could pray in words, unlike her. However, she would never be the obstacle between him and his family. She would find her share of warmth in his smiles from afar knowing she did the right thing by making the toughest choice easier for him.

Nodding she was about to step away when Rudra tightened his hold on her wrist, he glared at his grandmother before turning towards her and saying, "I know you wanted to keep the family united so I am sorry Shivangi but as Dadi Sa no longer wants me as her grandson I can't help cutting off from her"

Everyone frowned at him while Vaidehi asked, "What are you even saying, Rudra? I just don't want this woman in my family"

"I am a part of her. If you don't want her in your family, it simply means you don't want me in your family. So if to be shivangi's husband I have to stop being your grandson, I will gladly cut you off from my life, Dadi Sa. If you would still like to attend our wedding, then kindly grace us through virtual blessings. Dadi Sa, if I have to choose, then it's always her, above everything and everyone else," Rudra announced with folded hands, making Shivangi look at him wide-eyed. Her man kept giving her too many surprises. Men generally said that their woman was a part of them while Rudra ensured that people saw him as a part of her.

"Karam see the way he is behaving," Vaidehi complained, baffled by Rudra's attitude.

"You called for it Maa Sa. I have arranged the driver for you. You must go on the Canada trip you were planning with the Jamwal family. They would be interested in having you in their vicinity more than your own son because you never cared for the feelings of my loved ones. You have disrespected my daughter enough, Maa Sa. We already have a lot of apologizing to do. Please don't add to our shame," Karam said, turning his face away from his mother, who had been biased towards her elder son all her life. Seeing their blatant disrespect, she loudly said, "This girl is a curse to this family. She has cast a spell on you all. May god bless you all with some sense"

"If my blessing is powerful enough to enchant people, you must be thankful for her presence, Dadi Sa. May god bless you with a better vision when you return from your next trip," he said making everyone gasp. Vaidehi left immediately, feeling humiliated.

"So when am I getting married to my velvet?" Rudra asked, turning towards his parents. Seeing his behavior, his mother proudly said, "Choose between after three and‌ after three years"

"Deeksha, why are you still standing here? Don't blow off my head when your designer cribs about not even getting three complete days to prepare the lehnga you want" Rudra rolled his eyes at his sister instead of directly answering his mother. Squealing, Deeksha pounced on him, kissed his cheek, and ran away to get her baby pink lehnga that she had been fantasizing about wearing at her brother's wedding.

"I am so happy for you, Mera bacha," Avantika kissed Shivangi's forehead. Karam teased Rudra, "My son is going to be Paraya dhan"

"Yes, I will be her Dhan from now on like you are my Maa's," The duo laughed together, knowing they were gone for the rest of their lives. Freeing Shivangi from his mother's hold, bidding bye to his in-laws who had to go to a relative's house, he said, "Now you both prepare the best wedding in the decade while I will show my wife our bedroom. Bye!"

With this said, he dragged Shivangi along with him towards his chamber in the mansion. The moment he closed the door of his room, he pushed Shivangi to the wall and kissed her hard. His lips were rough and demanding engulfing her tranced self in the daze of his passion. He poured out his agony, pain, and anger in that exchange as he was furious at her for undermining her place in his life for that one second when she planned on stepping away from him. How dare she think he would consider her less than any other family member? How dare she consider living a life away from him for a moment? However hard the choice may be he would always keep her above his dilemmas. She was no more an option, she was a need he couldn't survive without.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she deepened the kiss reminded of her own emotional state as she thought about parting from him. Delving deeper into their feelings their hearts seemed to have reached the brink of overflowing. The pores of their emotions seeped open as the love dripped down their syncing lips. They both were too lost to recognize the need for air to breathe. Parting slowly, they let the heat emanating from their raging bodies evaporate into the surroundings to leave behind calm souls. They did not speak, understanding they were communicating through the language of lips connecting, tongues fighting for dominance, and passion bursting in their minds to express his anger and her vulnerability.

Panting they linked their foreheads merging their fates for more than infinity they planned on capturing with what they felt for each other.

"I have got only these 7 births to live with you. I am not wasting even a second of this limited time to cherish you by parting from you," he announced, making a serene smile cover her features. He could read her smile through her blissfully closed eyes.

She leaned back and gazed straight into his eyes before signing, "Hamein aapki waqt ki tijori mein se apne pati ko sukoon se nihaarne ke liye aapki kal ki shaam chahiye (I want an evening of yours from the treasury of your time to adore you)"

"Hamara toh aaj, kal aur zindagi ka har aane wala afsana aapki hi amaanat hai (My today, tomorrow, and entire lifetime is yours for that matter)" he said casually with his hands in his pockets. With mesmerizing smiles etched on their lips, they waited for the upcoming life.

Rudra's black rolls royce stopped in front of Shivangi's two-storeyed house. He got out of the car in his black three-piece suit and was about to enter her house to pick her up for their secret date as she liked to call it considering the venue was kept confidential from him and the rest of the world knew when his steps suddenly halted and his eyes widened as he removed his aviator glasses in a go. He frowned seeing Shivangi nearly hanging on the railing as her body leaned forward to put up the washed clothes on the front wire outside the balcony. The wire was fixed to the wall adjoining the balcony ending a bit far from the safety railing to get the impact of direct sunlight on winter days.

"Fuck!" he muttered before storming inside with the speed of lightning. His brain worked on auto-pilot mode, as he didn't even stop to acknowledge the amused couple sitting in the living room sipping their hot teas on the typically sunny winter morning. Her sister called out to him, removing her headset from her ears as he rushed past her towards the balcony adjoining Shivangi's room. He ignored her royally as he was only worried about the well-being of his velvet. Oh God! His woman would kill him someday with her antics.

He pushed the door open making Shivangi look back while straightening the cloth on the wire. He immediately looped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. Heaving a heavy breath of relief he twirled her around making her nose bump into his chest. She rubbed it and glared at him.

So cute! His heart whispered. Ignoring his always-melting-in-front-of-her heart he softly smacked her head before bending to her level and kissing her forehead tenderly assuring himself of her safety. Hugging her to his heart's content he caged her in his arms as he questioned sternly, "What the hell were you upto woman?"

She furrowed her brows in confusion not understanding the reason behind his fury. She didn't even do anything to earn his scoldings. She shrugged before signing, "What did I even do?"

"What were you doing hanging like that on the parapet?" he asked angrily.

"I was putting out clothes to dry them," she answered.

"And why the hell is that wire so far from the fence then?" he asked.

"It's not too far. See, every house around has the rope tied at the same distance. Why are you even getting so hyper? It's not the first time I am drying clothes on the balcony," she asked, unable to see the reason behind his behavior. Rudra looked around and saw it was indeed true.

"So you mean you put clothes to dry outside this way every day?" he questioned. She nodded casually. It was her daily routine that she had been following since she was 12 or 13. She had years of practice in this arena, and so did every kid born in a middle-class household.

"You are never going to do this task again then" he ordered firmly. She looked at him in pure shock.

"How the hell would the clothes get dried then?" she asked, outraged at his insane behavior. He nodded, understanding her problem, and dialed a number. "Pick up all the laundry from Mittal house every morning and give the dried ironed clothes back on the same day. If I hear a word of complaint from my fiance or in-laws, consider yourself jobless for life," He commanded coldly to the owner of the best laundry service company in the town.

His order was immediately met with obedience while an astounded Shivangi looked at him without blinking her eyes. What in the world was he doing?

"Now only one work is left. We have to get these unnecessary wires immediately removed. I will send my man to your plan in an hour to get this done. Don't worry," he told Shivangi, lightly caressing her cheeks with his thumb. Worry? Was it her or him who was worrying like she was jumping from the bridge instead of normally drying clothes like every morning? She couldn't help but beat her forehead with her palm.

"How can we ever forget that everything can change, but Mr. Thor cannot stop ordering people!" she exclaimed in her head.

"Now you go and get ready. I will have a chat with Mumma and Papa. I have to get a home safety inspection done for this place," he said before leaving her grumbling to herself. His protectiveness was so damn endearing and annoying at the same moment.

Ignoring his incorrigible self, she dashed inside to change into her attire for the day as she had tons of plans in her mind to surprise her man in the best way out there.

After an hour of Rudra patiently conversing with Tara and Moksh, he breathed in thrilling anticipation as the door of his velvet's room clicked open. His eyes slowly turned toward the staircase as he sucked in a sharp breath. Dressed in a custom-made mauve sleeveless dress with a pretty bow that ended just below her knees accentuating her figure, she looked like a daydream. As her nude pumps embraced the tiles floor they gracefully announced her arrival with her every step. Her face carried the natural radiance of a queen as minimal makeup, sleek diamond earrings, and a light chain pendant clasped around her neck came into his view. She completed her look with a mauve clutch enthralled by golden borders while her long silky hair was tied in a crown braid. Mesmerized by her beauty he stood there openly admiring his piece of art as his eyes refused to look at anything except her.

(Her look 🔼)

His steps unknowingly moved towards her as he held out his hand for her to climb down the last step. Under his intense unwavering stare, she shyly pushed back a loose hair strand making the diamond earring kiss her cheeks. This was the last straw of his patience as he helped her down the step and kissed the back of her palm softly. As soon as his warm lips touched her skin she shuddered with fluttering ardour. Her cheeks grew warm as the red hue covered her face making her look down to hide her blush. He smiled fondly at his heavenly beauty. Tara smugly cleared her throat bringing them out of their daze of love and making them aware of their presence.

Rudra didn't waste a minute before bidding bye to her parents as he tucked her to his side and walked out to save themselves from embarrassment. The family chuckled as they blessed them to stay like that always.

Exiting the gate she demanded that he hand over the car keys to her as she was the one taking him out. He asked, "You tell me the location. I will drive. Why do you have to trouble yourself?"

"Aap hamein date pe lekar Jaa rahe hai ya ham aapko?" she asked.

"Baat toh ek hi hai. Ham toh do jism ek Jaan hei na" he answered smirking while she blushed. Seeing her cutely glare at him he quietly obeyed handing over the car keys to her but not before opening the door for her and making her properly settle inside. She adores his gentlemanly self as he treats her like his queen. His everything.

Even before she could put the engine to life he demanded, "Help me with this tie first"

She glared at him for not tying it himself even today when he shrugged and said, "It's your permanent responsibility, wifey. What's yours remains yours come what may just like this responsibility and me"

He winked at the end, making her hit him lightly. Opening the dashboard drawer revealing layers of ties he took out the mauve one that could match her dress. Goodness! To match the color of her dresses he carried a stack of ties in his cars. How sweeter could her man be? His insane love roared in her heart.

She quickly did the job smartly prying away his hands from her waist that had no holy intentions so that they could reach the venue on time. The car halted in front of his favorite hotel, an ancient royal palace now transformed into a luxurious hotel, making him frown. He expected anything but this from her. She wasn't very fond of fine dining to consider having a date with him over there. She had demanded an evening of his life and he had ended up giving her his entire day. They were engaged yesterday and were to be married in two days. He ought to have some fun with his fiance. He had already promised his mother that he wouldn't see her for one complete day before their marriage which would be tomorrow so he didn't want to waste a minute of her benign presence or miss inhaling her sweet fragrance.

Despite wondering about her plan he quietly walked by her side as she led the way. The hotel manager greeted the couple with regard as Shivangi nodded at him. Seeing her Stern stance he quickly guided them towards the hotel's nearly isolated backside. Rudra couldn't believe she had brought him there. To the place he had craved to be but nearly forgotten amidst his busy schedule. He didn't even know about its exact existence after visiting this hotel an infinite number of times. It was the part of the palace untouched by the hotel authorities as they found it of no use and too far from the main palace. Rudra's eyes nostalgically roamed around the area as they stopped in front of a gazebo situated in the middle of an artificial lake hidden amidst the valley of trees. This portion of the hotel's backside was nearly abandoned but formed a major part of Rudra's childhood memories. It was surrounded by greenery and blooming flowers. The round dome was perfectly reflected by the crystal clear water of the lake. The palace had once belonged to his grandfather who sold it before his death. Fond moments of the past swiveled in front of his eyes as he saw him playing with marbles along with his grandfather under the shade of the gazebo in scorching summers. He remembered splashing water on him from the lake while he pushed him into the lake as revenge while they both had fun together. He remembered plucking berries from the trees shading the age-old construction with his father and grandfather together. He missed that old man who had taught him life lessons and was now residing in the lap of God far away from him. He couldn't control the overwhelming emotions building inside him knowing how his woman had gifted him his entire childhood in the name of a date. She had put so much effort into locating this place and making arrangements for them to create new memories together.

Lost in his world he had nearly missed the way Shivangi had converted the old dull place into a dazzling masterpiece with her creativity. Covered in fresh drapes, Rajasthani colorful umbrella hangings, dream catchers, and lantern lamps filled with marigold flowers it looked as if the essence of his city was welcoming him. She could have decorated things with rose petals but she knew how much he loved basking in the culture of his land and every tidbit related to it. What surprised him the most were the layers of gifts kept on the tables encircling the gazebo as if it were a festival. Huge boxes wrapped in colorful wrapping paper, dry fruit packaging, and his every damn favorite was carefully wrapped into glittering transparent packaging. He looked at her questioningly. Wrapping an arm around his, she leaned on his chest and said, "Grandpa used to gift you five gifts from all your family members on your every birthday. It's been 22 years since his absence so I am giving you 110 gifts from his side. Mom told me how much you loved gifts so let's have a romantic date surrounded by presents. Consider it my trick of saying 'I love you' in 110 ways "

He dropped a kiss on her hair and thanked God for blessing him with her. She was one in a million whose thoughtfulness amazed him. He couldn't help the words that slipped his throat automatically, "I love you infinite times my velvet. So much that it hurts to sleep at night without your caresses and breathe without your fragrance in your absence. I don't have words to express how I feel about having you by my side"

He couldn't simply say thanks and demean her love like that. What they did for each other could never be compensated with words of gratitude. It was just a reflection of their pure bond. So he chose to express his feelings instead through forehead kisses and holy touches.

"Now, come let's have lunch" She dragged a chair for him while he chucked at her gentlewomanly behaviour. As she opened the cloches one by one to reveal all his favorite dishes, he groaned. She looked at him with childlike excitement as she had cooked all his favorites by herself to make this day special. She knew how much he loved her handmade food and she wanted to cherish him like no other woman had cherished her man. He looked at her with a frown and asked, "Velvet, is it only me who has come on a date?"

She looked at him as if he was dumb. Couldn't he see the full-grown woman sitting in front of him? She asked herself. She looked at him and then at herself to sign him that even she was there. Shaking his head at her move he said, "Then why are only my favorites being considered? Wait, lemme order something for you as well and then we will share the food"

He pulled a buzzer to call for a waiter and ordered her favorite food. The waiter left after presenting the dishes on the table to give them privacy while she looked at him in utter annoyance. She cooked his favorites to share with him and he instead of appreciating her efforts ordered more food. She couldn't even scold him because he was being considerate and thinking about equality. He looked at her, who was playing with her food before pulling her chair closer to his. She needed to understand that she didn't like most of the things presented on the table and his elation should never come at the cost of her comfort.

Like every other day, he slowly started feeding her himself while she huffed before actually starting to enjoy her meal. Making a morsel of his favorite paneer makhani and roti she forwarded it to his mouth. He was surprised to see her feed him. She had never done that before. He opened his mouth to welcome the delicious food. As she put the last bite in his mouth, he intentionally let his lips capture her fingers teasingly. He held her wrist to her mouth as he sucked off the food from each one of her fingers sensually. She struggled to contain a moan as his relentless tongue fondly roamed over her skin. He played with her wit like never before as he pulled her deeper into the desire for union. His touch erupted a flame inside her that yearned for more. Licking her fingers clean, he started kissing them one by one, making her shiver. She leaned closer to him, aching for a deeper sense of belonging. Leaving her now wiped-clean fingers he said, "Indeed the most heavenly meal I ever had"

She flushed red, moving back as she still felt his lingering touch on her wrist. Cleaning their hands, they got up when Shivangi extended a hand towards him before asking, "Can I have a dance with you, Mr. Suryavanshi?"

"All yours, Mrs. Suryavanshi," he winked, flustering her. She quickly went and played the song he loved the most. He quickly grabbed the remote, changing it into another romantic number, making her frown. What the hell was his problem? She wondered. Ignoring it she decided to enjoy the rhythm of the dance.

He looped an arm around her and pulled her to his chest. In a slow caress, his hand settled on her waist while hers landed on his broad chest. They moved to the best of the inviting melody, losing hold of each other. She let him guide their steps, trusting him with her entire existence. He slowly twirled her around as his hand intimately dropped from her bare forearm to her palms. She leaned back into him, basking in his warmth. His lips landed on the crook of her neck as he slowly sucked her supple frame. She inhaled heavily at his move. Unable to control herself, her hands moved to his hair as she pulled him more into her body. He increased his speed as sucked more passionately, arousing her dormant yearning. He nibbled on her skin leaving his marks. Slowly his hand moved to chase away the strap of her gown while she turned around breathing heavily, unable to handle his torture. His eyes landed on hers, clouded with desire for him while he reflected the same. They melted into each other as her lips came crashing down on his.

With a loud beat of music, they parted and started focusing on the steps again ignoring the wild beating of their hearts. He squeezed her waist and dipped her low while his mouth landed straight on her cleavage peeking out of her dress. She responded fervently to his every touch. Getting up as they started moving to and fro as per the demand of the music with their feet following a defined pattern, her foot suddenly stumbled while he caught her in time. Making her sit on the chair he carefully removed her heels and chided, "Why the hell would you wear these when you know you aren't very fond of them? What if you got hurt, velvet? You act like a kid at times."

He quickly ordered his bodyguard standing at a distance to bring her flats from the car. He made her wear those comfortable silver bunny-face shoes while she pressed her head tiredly. His behaviour topped with the hairstyle was giving her a headache. He quickly started removing the pins from her hair and opened the braid to relieve her from the torture she had subjected herself to. Seeing the hairstyle she had taken a night to learn from YouTube and an hour to perfect getting carelessly abandoned, she tried to stop him. He pulled away her hands and freed her hair from those restraints. He took her green scrunchie from his pocket that he had kept with himself to tie her hair whenever they disturbed her, as she generally forgot her rubber bands while hurrying to the office and tied her hair so that the wind didn't disturb her. She looked at him with year-filled angry eyes. He just sighed at his big baby.

She got up in rage and kept an index finger on his black coat. She signed him, "You are so bad! So bad! You have a problem with everything. Like every damn thing. Despite the effort I put into looking pretty, you scolded me. I made you your favorite food, and you ordered something else instead. I made this braid because you appreciated it on that woman at that party, you moron. I played your favorite music, and you switched it off. This green scrunchie doesn't even match my dress and neither do these bunny slippers. Women look gorgeous in those heels, which is why I wore them. I got them with half my salary from the most expensive store out there to match my dress. You didn't even compliment me. You don't even find me beautiful. I got your favorite white chocolate flowers placed in the middle of the table and you didn't bother to notice. What the hell is your problem? You spoiled the entire date, you Thor. I am done! You are hopeless. I am leaving. I don't wanna talk to you. You enjoy your date with your gruffy "grandpa" self."

She fumed at his inconsiderate behavior before marching out, not even turning back to him. Tears flew down her eyes and she didn't even know why she was crying. Blame her period hormones! She didn't even know if he was wrong, but she got angry the moment he poked into every plan of hers. Gosh! What the hell was wrong with her? She could feel the light coating of makeup coming down with tears as she wiped them continuously. The newly found pimple on her skin might have been visible by now. She just wanted to get out of the place as soon as possible.

A hand grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her inside a closed room even before she could cross the first exit. She looked up to see her beast looking at her with raging eyes. He pinned her hands above her frame and he kept a hand behind her head as she was pushed into the wall. Now what the hell did he want? 

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