Soon I was standing before the priest with my soon to be husband beside me.Ironically it was the biggest day of my life when I was going to marry one of the haughty bachelors ,who was a dream life partner for the millions of girls but I was feeling suffocated in the veil .

The priest starting the marriage vows but his words were not leaving their marks on my heart.All that I could sense his piercing gaze on me .One thing was sure that he was marrying me under some kind of emotional pressure led by his grandfather for whom I had seen immense amount of respect and love in his beautiful chocolaty orbs.

Chocolaty eyes,I observed it the very first time I saw him.

He was marrying me for the sake of his grandfather's wish and there is not going to be any sort of love or mutual respect at least from his side.I am not fit in his class .

My eyes were adoring the black marbled floor imagining the consequences this marriage will bring for me and they are not going to be easy for me to tackle but I need to

face them when I myself chose

this decision.

My trance had been broken by the priest's next sentence which literally sucked the air from my lungs.

"Now you may kiss the bride.."

My heart stopped beating for a nano second .I was going to be kissed by my husband.Husband...this word was enough to churn my stomach.How beautiful is to be called as someone's wife.

I was not kissed by someone before now I will share my first special kiss with my arranged yet forced husband.

I ever wished a kiss portrayed in romantic novels or movies but I forgot that it only happens in the fictions .This is the harsh reality of life that I have to accept.

By then I turned my gaze to my husband slowly yet timidly I tried to read his expressions .For the first time I noticed his beautiful facial features.He had perfect carved nose ,a broad forehead and thin yet inviting lips.

I already started imagining wild

about him.

I shook my dirty thoughts aside and travelled my eyes north to his face.His eyes ...I found them the most amazing once one can ever have .His hairs are black and thick like forest perfectly jelled giving him a stunning look.

Now I understood why he is successful in swooning women

for him but he didn't marry one of them .He got married to clumsy girl like me who look like a chipmunk in front of the Greek God of

masculine grace.

Suddenly I saw him leaning towards me.I could see his eyes blazing lava that if is was possible,would burn

me right down there.I shivered under his dangerous eyes.

He was going to kiss me.

For a moment I thought that I misjudged him .May be he is not that much ruthless but next second my oblivious land when he just touched his lips merely on mine.It was just a contact of two sets lips.

Tears rolled down from my eyes thinking about my cruel fate.How I will survive in the marriage which didn't have its soul called love in it but plagued by the hatred and loathe.

The hall echoed with enduring applaud for us to mark the beginning of our married life.We stood there like a happy newly wedded couple to show his world that finally witnessed their Prince engaged for the rest

of the life.

After some time we left the chapel but the only strength I had ,my family.They didn't accompany me as Grandpa arranged a luxuries packed house in the midst of the city and I respect their decision.It was their castle and they had all rights to preserve their privacy.

I again felt dejected as my husband indulged himself in his phone totally ignoring my presence beside him .I sighed deeply to suppress the throbbing pain in my head that was caused by the long tiring journey and sleepless nights.

I turned my face to the window and rested my head on the chilly glass.The roads weren't as crowdy as in India .I couldn't believe that I became a billionaire's wife in no coarse of time.

The passing vehicles and trees caught my attention that I forgot about my miseries for some time.The icy cold glass numbed my one side of cheek.From now on I have to adapt myself to my new surroundings.

I felt a sudden jolt thus I realized .My eyes stuck over the stone carved tremendous epitome of richness that was screaming about my wealthy

in laws .The castle took me off guard ,I was foolishly gawking at the seven storey castle which was surrounded by a royal garden with gravel path leading to the huge entrance .It was monumental.

I felt dejected when my in laws walked past me who came there in another car . Among them,I have met my father in law but my mother in law..she is definitely a woman I want to admire.She is a tall whitish skinny woman.No one could say she is in

her mid forties.

I could understand their dislike for me.Like their son,they too accepted me without their consent.

I didn't find any kind of trace which could clearly state my welcome.My husband sprinted out of the car and walked past me with hurried steps.It seemed he didn't want to be around me.My heart quilled in wail.

I was fidgeting with my dress when Andy came like an angel.She gathered my dress and I hoped out of the car.

"Where is Grandpa.."I asked her with authority to call him grandpa.

"He is inside..lets go you have to get ready for your reception too..dear.."she told me and with slow steps I entered in my new home.

The interiors were more eye catching than what I saw outside.The walls were covered with expensive portraits and paintings in the centre hallway.The beautifully carved mahogany furniture was giving it a lavishing charm.

The Arabian carpets covering the white marble on the floor with a quilled staircase probably upto

seven storey with a elevator in

the right of it.

I saw the butlers and maids were lined up . They bowed in front of me giving me their honour .

"Welcome to the castle Ma'am..."they sang in unison.

I passed a warm smile to them

in response.

"Clarissa..come and help me to take her to brother's room.."Andy signalled the head maid.

She nodded her head and walked

upto me while the others went to do their assigned work.

They helped me to slip into a pretty maroon velvet gown for my name sake reception which felt like flower petals on my skin.

The Shekhawats arranged a grand reception in their vast garden where almost all the influential and rich people came to give their blessings to me and my husband who like always ignored my presence and pretended as if I didn't exist for him.

For my relief my family was also there clad in expensive clothes they too were overwhelmed being treated with great respect and lavish hospitality.I felt contented watching their gleaming faces when grandpa ,Andy and surprisingly my drunkard brother in law talking to them

with politeness.

We posed for media,daily journals , Magazines and paparazzi like mad in love couple to save Grandpa's sudden and impulsive decision by faking it

as a love marriage.

For the sake of hiding our secret from the world still whenever his warm fingers came in the touch of my cold skin ,it gave strange jolt in my system.Everytime he touched me,I felt melting into his arms which was impossible in near future.

The party went on for long five hours.People enjoyed,couple danced so did I and my husband but he seemed lost.He tried to keep a safe distance between us as if I was a contagious decease.

It was almost mid night when party came to an end but giving goosebumps on my whole body.The time had come when I would be alone in the predator's cave to...his room..now our room.

Andy left me in my room not before whispering some tips for making our first night thrilling and steamiest.

nevertheless the mere thought of him imposing himself for avenging squeezed out the guts from my body.