After Reyansh left she again cried. She never imagined that on the day when she was supposed to be happy instead of that here she is crying. She was mourning over her own marriage.

She always imagined her marriage with Idhant and getting married to someone else is not acceptable for her. She can't betray him. She promised him that she will marry him only or she will never marry anyone else and now she has broken her own promise.

She knew that there is no way to win him by fighting. The only option she had is to escape from here. She needed to gain his trust and then she will plan her escape. Apart from all this she remembered his words.

" now like a good wife get ready for our wedding night Mrs Reyansh."

That name Mrs. Reyansh she hated it. And now there is another problem that is her wedding night with her devil husband. She don't want this. It's not like this is new for her. Earlier also she did it many times but those times situation was different. She knew that it's just a job but now it's her responsibility to do it with her husband.

She decided that she will beg him sometime. And after few days will escape from here any how. She can't live in a place like this.

After deciding this she went to Bathroom and took a relaxing shower. She wore a yellow coloured kurti and paired it with same colour leggings. The dress covered her whole body as she wanted. She combed her hairs into left sided plates.

She looked at herself in mirror to see a broken girl.

After some time she heard unlocking of door and in came her husband.

"Trying to look modest" he taunted her as soon as he saw her in that dress but he was happy to see her also.

"Your face ruined everything because just by looking at u anyone can say what type of a girl u are" he said while holding her jaw making her look at him.

"You are really a slut and u can't hide it." his each and every word broke her more and more.

"Now what are u waiting for go and wear something else which suits ur personality" he continued while holding her elbow making her stand near bed. Samaira took a few steps back to make some distance between them. After hearing these degrading words few tears rolled down her cheeks. Reyansh sat on bed with all his dominating aura and eyed her from head to toe.

Reyansh saw tears in her eyes. He felt bad for a moment but in next second he was angry thinking that she might be crying because she thinks he can't satisfy her.

"Don't cry I'll satisfy u more than u want. Now stop crying and wear one of ur usual dress." he again said breaking her more.

"I don't want to do it with u now. Can we please do it later" she requested him in a polite voice. He just raised his eyebrow in a questioning way.

"I am not ready now and we don't even know each other. So it will be better for us to understand each other first" she tried to explain and stop the inevitable.

He stood up from the bed and came towards her. He grabbed her jaw and made her look at him.

"The men with whom u slept earlier were strangers. U didn't even knew there names and here I am ur husband. U are living with me for few days. Better drop ur act and like a good slut u are make me feel good." he said while eyeing her body lustfully.

Samaira knew he was stating truth only but again she can't submit to him just like this. She can't fight him now as she is scared of him.

" now I am telling u for the last time go and change before I loose my mind and tear off this dress." he pushed her towards closet. She didn't made any movement to go to closet.

It angered him a lot. He lost his patience and tore her dress. She screamed. But it didn't affect him a bit.

He threw her on bed and discarded both of theirs clothes then continued torturing her for whole night. He stopped at nearly 5 am in the morning.

She even fainted once and he slapped her. Basically he didn't let her close her eyes for even a single minute for whole night.

When he was done he spanked her one last time. "Clean this mess till I take shower." he said in a rude tone and went to take shower.

Her throat was burning due to all screaming and shouting. Her cheeks wer red. Her neck was filled with his marks. Her thighs had his hand print. She clutched bedsheet tightly around her body.

She tried to get up to drink water but failed due to the pain she was feeling. No one ever went this much rough on her. At start he was so gentle like she always wanted her husband to be. But after few rounds he became so aggressive.

She some how managed to get up but then she fell on floor. She didn't tried again knowing that she can't stand without any help.

Reyansh came out of bathroom and looked at bed to find it without bedsheet and Samaira. He saw her sitting on the floor. She was crying. He felt bad on her. He went to her and gently scooped her in his arms. She didn't made any attempt to come out of his grip.

He put her into bath tub and started water. He helped her in taking bath. After bath he gave her some space to relax her mind.

He took a dress for her and kept it on bed which was cleaned now. He got ready and knocked the bathroom door. He was worried for her as she didn't came out.

Samaira was thinking about last night. It was supposed to be the best night but it became worst and credit goes to her husband. Incidents of last night were repeating in her mind constantly. She heard a knock on the door followed by worried voice of her dear husband.

"Mayra are u OK. Come out fast we have to eat breakfast". She wondered why he is worried when he is the one who put her through hell. Not to anger him she came out with a towel wrapped around her.

She saw dress on bed and understood that she was suppose to wear this. She took that dress and went back to bathroom when he held her hands to stop her.

"Change here." he said with a firm tone. She pleaded him with her eyes to which he tightened his grip on her hand. She got his message and changed there as she doesn't want more bruises on her already painted body.

After changing they went to eat breakfast. Samaira made a silent prayer to God for a peaceful breakfast. Whereas Reyansh was thinking about his plans for his wife.

Thank you for reading

Your's Ayesha