I had to cover my head with my chunni all the time infront of the elders. This is some kind of ritual here. I somehow had a hint about it finding ma always having it.

I wore a beautiful lehenga. Rehan ji was getting ready in one of the guest rooms to give me space. I don't know why he is doing this. It hurts a lot when he wants to stay at a distance from me.

Now my lehenga.

Pretend that the chunni is covering the head.

It's too heavy. More like my wedding lehenga. But still I love it. Again ma's choice. She is great at it.

After my makeup and hair I was good to go. (She is covering her head with the dupatta just like this)

And of course the chooda.

I looked myself in the mirror, I was definitely looking like a newly wedded wife.

That you are! my brain mocked.

I heard the sound of door opening and turned around to find my husband standing there looking as handsome as ever.

Sorry for not matching the colour of their outfit but I didn't like the idea. 

How I became this lucky to marry this handsome man? I asked myself tilting my head leftwards.

Stop Shreya

I scolded myself.

He was literally staring at me.

"Am i looking that bad", I asked him giving another look to myself in the mirror.

"No. Um you look pretty", he said suddenly wearing his blank face. Why do he have to act so distant with me. He seem to be very formal with me after our marriage as if I am his business partner not wife.

"We should leave now", he said and started leaving the room.

I turned around and gave myself a final look. I was wearing my mangalsutra, vermilion, veil and chooda. I am not forgetting anything right? i guess no. i took my clutch and followed my distant husband.

Can't he just wait for a while? Or he do not want to spend time with me? This thought made me really sorry. 

We went in the hall where everyone was already present.

"So here are the love birds", Ragini Rehan's cousin exclaimed. 

This time I didn't really blush because there is nothing between us.

"Let's go everyone", Vishwaas Rehan's other cousin said.

"I will go with Bhabhi", Jiya said and came towards me.

"You look beautiful bhabhi", she said hugged me. I smiled at her silently thanking her for her compliment.

We were again back in Rehan's BMW with me in the passenger seat and Nawal and Jiya behind. Everyone was sitting in the same car in which they sat before. From everyone i mean bodyguards as well.

I am so excited to meet my parents. That was one of the reason i was silently smiling myself.

I just want to jump in their arms but this traffic is not letting me do so. Stupid traffic! I hate you.

After an half hour ride we were there. The media was present there. Rehan took us from the back side. Not really wanted to come infront of media. Or he don't want me to be with him in front of the world. At this thought I felt tears coming in my eyes. Before he can come on my side to open the door i opened the door myself and wiped my tears quickly before he could see them.

I want papa. I didn't wanted to wait for anyone but i have to. Soon everyone reached there and we made our way inside. When we were about to enter Rehan put his hand around my waist. I would have surely felt happy if i wasn't aware that this is just a drama to show the world we are happy. 

I was feeling suffocated in his arms. As we entered inside whole attention was diverted to us.

I felt a little uncomfortable but when I saw the faces of the most important peoples in my life i felt myself getting comfortable. As we reached closer to them i removed his hand around me without making it obvious and ran towards them. I jumped in my mumma's arms and started crying. Quite loudly may i add. Its my habit from my childhood if i am sad even if i don't want to share it with her but when she hug me i would cry loudly. I know she would never judge me. I felt papa patting my back and hugging us both. What kind of life i am going to have with a person who do not want to stay with me for a second even? This thought made me cry more.

"Shh princess stop crying. Were you missing us that much", papa said pulling me towards him and I hugged him as if my life depends on it.

"Come on Shreya we are also here" ,Nishant said and pulled me towards my other cousins.

I hit his head. 

"Ow now what was that for?", he asked.

"I am wearing a heavy dress stupid", I told him. He made a sorry face.

I was now covered with my cousins. They were asking different questions about my new life like what is the nature of ma? Is she like those typical evil mother-in-laws? How is my new life? How is my new life?

Then my brothers left and i was left with my Bhabhi and sisters.

Suddenly Nisha Bhabhi asked the question i was scared the most.

"Are you happy Shreya?"

"Of ...course Bhabhi", i said silently cursing myself for stammering. I forced a smile at her.

"Oh my gosh. Is she the wife of The Rehan Khurana", a voice came from behind me and i jumped a little.

I turned to find the owner of the voice and it was the last person I was expecting 

RISHABH

I was definitely shocked. What is he doing here?

"Hi Shreya. Can I talk in private", He said giving his charming smile to me which i found quite disgusting. Not to look disrespecting i nodded and he asked me to follow him. i was quite uncomfortable though.

When we came to an isolated place he turned around but i balanced myself.

"So you are Shreya Rehan Khurana", he said and more like mocked. What is he trying to imply with this statement?

"But you know right you are just forced on him.", he said and i looked at him with a shocked expression.

"Oh gosh. Did i burst your little bubble of happiness? I am not sorry a little though. You have to know this truth sometime in your life. I am just saving you from the amount of hurt you are going to feel if you developed hope towards this stupid relationship", he said and a lone tear escaped my eyes.

"Aww. Is little Shreya sad? What do you think you have for which THE REHAN KHURANA would marry you with his will. You are nothing in front of the girls who throw themselves on him and he never paid a heed to them as well. Then who do you think you are? Let me tell you who you are? You are a pampered baby. Who is still a baby? Immature, Stupid and most of all idiot to think my cousin can possibly find you good for him. He is a businessman he would have surely seen your father's business who is going to be inherited to you. Yes this is the reason. You find me disgusting don't you? What will you feel when your husband have another woman in your room, in your bed and may be infront of you as well? What will you feel when he will make you realise that you are nothing to him. Other than a business deal", he said. Till this time my face was drenched with tears. I was feeling broken inside. But still my stupid heart asked me to not to believe him.

"you are lying", i said and he seemed to be astonished by my reply.

"You are definitely a big fool. DO you have anything here?", he asked while hitting my head. Why he is doing so?

"Who are you to say anything? I don't think you have the best relation with Rehan", i asked in mid of my hiccups.

"I pity you little girl. i pity you a lot. I don't mean you are ugly or something like that. Just you are not of his standards", he said.

"And who are you to decide who is of my standards", I heard a very familiar voice.