That horrible night not only inflicted pain and scars on my body but filled venom in my heart. He can never be mine. He doesn't care for me. He hurts me and I'm pathetic to expect love and adoration from a beast.

After getting discharged from the hospital, I was brought back into the haunted mansion. My mother in law used to order the servants to give me food and water in my room only as I was restricted from going out and facing any member of the house, especially her. It's been three days since the incident. After that horrible day, I had never seen that monster again. He had gone on a business trip and I'm dreading that soon he would be returning back. I am skipping my university classes just because my face and arm are covered with bruises. Kavya called me yesterday to know about my well being and I had to lie that I was okay otherwise my parents would get deeply hurt. If I'm married to the devil than I'll handle him alone. I will never drag my family into this since it's his sole motive behind the marriage to hurt my family...

"Madam! Mrs. Malhotra has called you downstairs urgently", Mariya, my maid said after knocking the door.

I hummed in response and started walking downstairs to see Juliana sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, reading some fashion magazine. Seeing me coming, her face immediately turned sour and she slided the magazine aside and stood up instantly from the couch.

"Looks like you are some royal highness here to be served day and night without doing anything. Listen girl, this is my house and if you want to stay here than you'll have to follow my rules without raising any objection or question",she said in an authorative voice staring at me.

"What kind of rules, could you enlighten me, please?",I asked.

"You'll have to do the cooking and cleaning of this house. Mariya will be fired from her job today"

I looked at the poor woman with pity who was looking at juliana with tears streaming down her cheeks but she didn't even threw a glance at her direction.

"But madam, I am a single mother of a 3 year old...please show some pity on me",she pleaded. "Sorry dear but I don't have so much of money to throw if I already have a permanent maid here",I knew she was indirectly taunting me.

Do I have a choice? I nodded my head silently and started leaving towards my room when I heard her speak "Who'll prepare the dinner?" Ofcourse it's me. I returned back towards the kitchen and started preparing the dinner as per her wish.

"When are you bringing my daughter back home for the pagfera (a ritual where brides visits her parents' house). It's been three days now!!!" Neel cannot come because he's very sick! So you'll have to come!", Aranya's father called Akshat while he was busy in his office in Florence.

Hearing his words, he clenched his fists and replied while gritting his teeth "My dear hostile Father in law! I'm busy in a meeting and I'm currently out of the country. Once I'll return to India then I'll send your dear daughter back home. Keep her with you as long as you wish!", saying this he immediately hung up the call and slumped against the couch, huffing in frustration. Tossing the bottle of chilled whiskey, he poured over a shot and gulped it down in a go, while closing his eyes to calm his throbbing nerves...

He was getting impatient to return back home. Ever since that night, he didn't contacted her. He wasn't knowing what happened to him suddenly but hearing that she was admitted in the hospital from his mother, he felt really uneasy. He didn't planned on hurting her physically but his monstrous side ended up hurting the innocent soul.

Innocent? His subconscious laughed. The daughter of a murderer can ever be innocent? His mind rebuked...

"Call carnilla inside!",he ordered his man and within seconds, a tall Italian woman entered inside his expensive suite. She had a fair Milky skin with artificial breast implants and was wearing a short low cut red dress that was hugging her curves perfectly. Tapping her heels against the cold floor, she started walking towards his direction. He was sitting upright on the massive king sized bed with only his boxers on...

She went towards him seductively while swaying her hips on either side. Seeing her he didn't felt ar*used, not even a bit. He couldn't because he's never invited anyone to his bed. His confidence and anger to punish his wife all went to vain when he saw her approaching like a wild cat. Instead he felt angry because his mind was imagining someone else's presence inside the room. Someone he doesn't admit to care about. Someone he claims he hate.

"Carnilla pause there! I haven't invited you here to serve me s*xually. You're not called here for that purpose nor I'll ever call you for that. Just show me your moves and go", he huffed pushing his fingers into his slick hair.

She paused, her eyes widening gradually at his statement when she saw his orbs stuck on her face as if directing her to proceed with her ballet.

She started swaying her body, her hands swiftly floating in the air. She was looking like a dancing doll, her body fine as porcelain. She was lost in her moves not noticing that he's gaze was fixed somewhere else as if thinking something.

"Enough for today Carnilla. You can go now", he replied dragging out a large puff from his cigarette.

"You'll receive your payment", he yelled when he saw her staring at him strangely as if he's gone nuts. He called her here for practically nothing but it was barely two minutes since she started dancing. She nodded walking out.

As she went out of his suite. After few moments passed, an idea popped inside of his evil mind.

"Hello?", Aranya replied instantly receiving the call after hurriedly chopping the Vegetables in the kitchen.

"Hello my dear wife! How are you?",she stilled listening his deep voice...

"Haven't you saved my number yet? Don't worry save it now. By the way I called to inform you that I just had an amazing time with my girlfriend here. But then I felt bad that you didn't felt the same pleasure. You might still be craving for umm that thing right? If you would have been here in Italy than we could enjoy a good threesome",he chuckled but she didn't replied. He checked his phone and saw that she was still on the call but he sensed a disturbing utter silence on the other end of the call.

"G-Good but I'm not le-lesbian sir!",she finally spoke in trembling voice but her voice broke in the end and she immediately hung up the call, sobbing while pressing her palm on her mouth to control her sobs.

On the other hand, he started feeling restless for saying these things to her. Though he married her out of pure hatred but now guilt started consuming him since she is his wife afterall. He felt like betraying himself. He should be doing everything except lying to her that he's cheating on her back. He anxiously gulped two more shots of whiskey and smashed the glass on the floor while sprawling on his bed and instantly fell into deep slumber...