•||Ch 3: First day with Mr. Arrogant||•

The sun rose and shone through the curtains making me wake up. I opened my eyes and panicked set in me. Where am I? I looked around then remembered I was now in husband house.

I didn't change my dress last night and slept in my wedding dress. I looked at the room and admired it. It was not like my old room which was in my parents house. This room was bigger than my old room.

I looked around and saw my suitcase and opened it. I took my dress out of it. Mom did a little shopping for me because they wanted to show the world they were treating me rightly.

I went in the washroom and did my business and changed into that dress. I debated on should I go down or not but went down. I looked around and saw no one was here.

I went in the kitchen and saw a maid. I greeted her and she greeted me. "Masha Allah bhabhi you are beautiful," I blushed on her compliment. No one ever compliment me in good way so this was something new to me.

I thanked her and asked, "What does he eat in breakfast?" "French toast and scrambled eggs," she answered and I asked her to give ingredients. "You are going to make breakfast?" She asked in return I nodded my head.

I tied my dupatta on my left side and also tied my hairs up in a bun. I made breakfast for him and hoped that he may like but last night came in mind. His words which again hurt my heart.

I placed breakfast on the table and waited for him to come down over here. When he entered in the dinning hall I was again awe stuck. He looked incredible handsome which made me not to take my eyes off of him.

He ignored me and sat on the head of the table and looked at breakfast. I turned around and took a step to go back in the kitchen when his voice stooped me, "Where are you going?" I shivered at his again cold voice.

I felt my hands trembling and I turned around and slowly looked at him. "In kitchen," I simply whispered looking down at the floor. "Sit here and have breakfast," my heart fluttered hearing him, "with me," my heart beating hearing him as he said that with a straight face.

I slowly sat on the chair on the right side of him and looked at him who took first bite and sat in surprise. "Who made breakfast?" he said curiously. What? Breakfast is good? He didn't like it? These questions made me shaking in fear.

"I.. I made it. If you don't like then don't eat. I take them back in the kitchen and tell Shaila to cook for you. Just wa-," "Shut up." he said frustratedly making me shut my rambling and started eating again without a word.

I slowly filled my plate and ate breakfast looking at him through my eyelashes. He was bipolar and arrogant and easily got angry.

When he left for his office, I washed all the dishes which Shaila didn't like but I waved it off. After this I explored the house and stood in front of the last room which I knew belonged to him because I hadn't seen his room and this was the last one.

I slowly turned the knob and went inside. His room was all the combination of black, grey, white and few more shades of black. I saw his pictures on the wall in which he looked happy unlike now where he was all angry man.

I touched the picture in which he looked young and smiled looking at the camera. I smiled looking at his picture and it got hard not to fell for him. I felt my heart clenched thinking he will never love me back.

I was waiting for him to come back home. I looked at the dinner which I made then looked at the clock. It was getting late but he hadn't returned home. I heard the voice of car and my face lit up. I went in the hall and saw him entered in the house looking tired.

He stopped looking at me and asked, "What are you doing at this time?" "Waiting for you. Come to dinning hall. Dinner is ready," I said looking at him. "Waiting? Didn't I tell you that you are not my wife and this whole relationship is a compromise to me," He said in anger, "and never do this again and think that I will give you your rights which a husband gives to his wife."

I felt my heart broke after hearing this but I masked up my emotions. "For you I am not your wife but for the world I am. I am not demanding my rights from instead I am just fulfil the duties which a wife should do," with this I turned around leaving him there.

He entered in the dinning hall and sat on his chair and ate in silence. I didn't look up at and had hard time to control my tears.

After washing dishes I entered in my room and sat on the floor with my back against the bed and my diary in my hands. I opened an empty page of my diary and started writing again.

Koi kyu mera intezar karega?

Apni zindagi mere liye bekaar karega?

Hum konsa kisi k lliye khaas hain?

Kya soch kar hume koi yaad karga?

Dear Diary,

Look where I am. In the house of my husband who think of this marriage as a compromise but does he know that this whole wedding is not a game. We both are lawfully wedded and Allah paired us together but no he don't care.

Today he said never to demand my rights as wife. In the morning he gave me hope. A hope that maybe this wedding work but now it shatters. Today was the first day of my wedding life but see what happened.

I am not angry at him. I am upset. Upset on myself to let myself fell on him. Tell me one thing is it a bad thing to fell for your husband who don't want you?

Koi kyu mera intezar karega?

Apni zindagi mere liye bekaar karega?

Hum konsa kisi k lliye khaas hain?

Kya soch kar hume koi yaad karga?