Maybe he left or maybe not.

I don't know where he is, after getting ready he went out, without a word.

Arrogant much to reply.

"Okay," I take a deep breath, detangling myself from all the messed up thoughts clutching me.

I don't know what to do, as I am on leave for a few days, like it should be. It takes time to get adjusted to your new life, your in-laws.

However it seems like, I'll have to learn to live with my own company from now on.

Mr. Husband seems to be a loner. Otherwise, how can someone be not fine with their parents staying over with them for a few days?

Instead of spending time with new people, I'll have to kill my precious seconds in this empty mansion.

Not that I hate it.

I was getting cold feet because of all the overthinking I did about the new people I'll have to live with.

I like my space. No interactions. Just me and my books.

And that's what I got.

Guess what Manifestations work, atleast in this area of interest.

Apart from that the owner of this house is going to give me a tough time. I guess it's pretty clear from his not-so-important ego or whatever you call it.

His attitude is going to make it much more difficult for me to get on any kind of terms with him.

You know, a loner is hard to please.

Anyways, I think it time to kick start the very first day of my married life.

Married life.

I take a deep breath, shutting my eyes in realisation. I am married. A wonderful first of my 20s.

Keeping my hand on my chest I realise how fast my heart is beating. Happy or not, marriage feels unknowingly good.

I SMILE. I feel positive. A good bath cleared my mind. Water is my thing. Whenever sad, a good bath or a glass of water. Works like magic.

Things will take a good turn, I know that in my heart, my brain tends to ignore it sometimes, but that's fine.

With the same thoughts, I fill my
hair partition with sindoor. My eyes take in my appearance, I look beautiful.

A pista green organza saree with a white elbow-length sleeved v-cut neck blouse adorning my frame.

My open hair, mangalsutra, and pearl earrings looking gracious.

Is it marriage glow or is it because I am wearing a saree for the first time?

Definitely both. I smile with my teeth. Who cares about a husband when you are sufficient for yourself?

I furrow my brows, I'll have to wear heels with the saree. The way it looks right now makes me feel like I'm drowning.

My face scrunch in horror imagining me looking like a kid in front of him. Immediately shaking away the thoughts I search for my heels.

I can't stand him calling me a kid again.

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Magnificent. His villa.

I have seen such places only on Pinterest, never knew I'll see one with my own eyes.

It's much more captivating.

This place looks endless. Covered by the forest. In the middle of nowhere.

Illustrious glass walls surrounding the living area. Giving an eye-catching view of the impressively tall wild trees.

How could I have not noticed it yesterday?

The whole area is adorned by the rays of the sun. The emerald colour of the sofas never looked more beautiful than today. It's soothing and earthy. Sunlight is making the place much more cozy despite its humongous grandeur.

The living area looks etheral.

Up until this point, all I have seen is the hallway connecting my bedroom to the living room. All over the place, in fact, are my eyes.

Don't know how beautiful this whole place will be.

Hearing my phone ring, I look at my screen.

Ivaan.

Thank God I gave him my old phone yesterday so that he can contact me till he is away.

A bright smile appears on my face. My baby.

As soon as I answer the phone, "Shortiee," a shrill cry, pierces my ears.

"Bubba, what happened, why are you crying?"

"Whe...re are yo...u? Yo...u pro...mised y...ou won't le...ave me." His sobs pained my heart.

My eyes filled up hearing his cries, "You'll come to your mumma soon Bubba. Promise. Just one more day. Please."

"You br...eak your pr...omise."

" I won't this time. Trust me, baby. I'll come myself to take you. "

" You'll keep me with you then? "
He questions innocently

" Always."

" Wh_en will y_ou com_e?" He Snivels.

" Tomorrow. Till then can you promise me to take care of yourself and not cry? Please, Bubba."

" Promise. I'll complete all my work. And tomorrow I'll be with you. "

"Thank you baby. " I close my eyes, I can't cry otherwise he'll catch it

" Byeee. Love you. "

" I love you more Bubba. Take care. "

And the line goes dead. I close my eyes, trying to control my thoughts.

You'll bring him soon Ishu. Don't think much.

I should eat something, otherwise, my brain will engulf me in a deep whirlwind. I can't afford that. I hate my mood swings, they make me overthink a lot.

I look around for any servant who can help me with the place, but no luck.

Man, how does this giant of a man survive without anyone?

An annoyance engulfs me.

I'll have to go for a kitchen hunt now.

"What all you'll have to see Ishu?"

I laugh, great going.

Will there be any food? Who'll even cook if there is no one? Mr. Husband would definitely not cook for me.

What am I going to eat?

Please at least there should be some noodles or ready-to-eat snacks. I am not going to cook for myself this early in the morning.

I think should look for the kitchen first.

There's a corridor exactly in the opposite direction of the one from where I came from. Believing it to be the one leading the path to the place, I go in the same.

Damn man...this place is voraciously huge.

There's a staircase leading down to the basement I think. And another leading to maybe some of the floors I am unaware of.

A lift has been installed some distance away. Rich man.

In the very front of the staircase there is a glass wall hallway leading to God knows where, the passage giving me a very spooky vibes. It is like looking into a void. I couldn't help but feel a chill run up my spine as I stared in the direction. Despite my fear, my mind was compelling me to explore the path, but my stomach made the noise. Realisation hitting me, how hungry I am.

But let me appreciate the architect of the place, the whole area is illuminated with natural light, it's a Beauty.

Oh, there it is, the kitchen. At the very end of the corridor.

As I slowly make my way through the passage, I am able to feel the anticipation building within me parallel to every step I take, eager to finally reach the kitchen and discover what awaits me.

The walls were painted a dull grey, and the light is coming from the glass ceilings built, tilting in a pyramidical shape giving way to a glass wall joined with the black wooden partitions.

Despite its plain exterior, there is the beauty and life that resides within the kitchen, and I knew that this place is going to be a magical corner for me to enjoy, for many years to come.

(I couldn't help it guys. This is the exact picture I wanted you people to imagine.)

"What are you doing here?"

A loud voice jolts me out of my thoughts. I look around to find the source, my eyes widen looking at the person standing near the dining table. Mr. Husband has yet not left the place.

My eyes frown in confusion not sure as to what is he still doing here, he should have left till now, his glare leaving me a little disoriented.

"Is this your habit?" He again interrupts my brain.

What is his problem? Can't a person think?

"What habit?" I inquire, a frown settling on my face.

I enter the place, making my way towards the basin to wash my hands, trying to ignore his gaze.

"To zone out."

"Yup. It kinda happens to me. I like it though. Any issues?" I raise my eyebrow at him, trying to make it obvious to him that I did not appreciate the statement.

It's embarrassing when people notice this habit of mine.

"Shed of that attitude, girl. I don't appreciate it." He barks, grinding his teeth in aggression.

Why is he behaving all angry since the morning? I am his wife, can't he try to be a little soft with me?

I hate it when someone talks to me in a condescending or threatening tone. It makes me feel scared and uncertain as if I'm not worthy of respect or kindness.

It's kinda intimidating.

"Okay."

I can't deal with another lecture. And well I was acting a little snarky.

"I have a request," I whisper, not ready to let go of his tone.

He looks at me with a blank stare, " You can't talk to me with disrespect. I don't appreciate it."

I say without looking at him. His hand attracted my focus.

His hands, they are a sight to behold, they are masculine and large, with prominent veins running across the surface. Anyone at a glance can say they were well-used in the pursuits of life. Radiating dominance and power.

Ishu doesn't matter how evil your dadi is but she definitely bagged a beautiful diamond for you, unintentionally.

I grin in my thoughts.

"You give, you earn. Fair enough?" He raises his eyebrows,

I nod in agreement. Fair enough.

" Did I nod? "

Quickly understanding his tone I answer back with words.

"Okey."

"Good." He nods in appraise, listening to which my face warms up.

Not my fault, I am not used to praiseworthy words.

Suddenly my stomach makes a noise. My eyes close in embarrassment. He definitely heard it.

Why does it have to happen now?

"I have made the breakfast. It's still warm, you can have it. " He answers.

I look up glancing at his face, his eyes dancing in amusement.

Well done Ishu, a nice way to make fun of yourself.

I walk towards him well the food actually. It's kept on the dining table.

"Thank you for making the breakfast. " I give him a quick smile.

" I make it for myself daily."

"Don't you have a cook? " I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"No. There are no permanent servants here. A cleaning staff comes on alternate days, that's all. I prefer to cook by myself." He says nonchalantly, his sole concentration being his phone.

"Ohhh," I murmur in disappointment.

How am I going to survive here?

I definitely can't demand him to make my favorite dishes.

Will I have to control my
cravings? No, I am not good at that.

And seeing the location of this place I don't think delivery will be available here.

Where am I stuck?

My face scrunch in distress. I feel my mood sullen with my thoughts.

However Ignoring my mind, I serve for myself. Leaving the matters to be solved later.

There are fruit salad, juice, dry fruits, and two chapatis and beans.

Exactly what I like in the morning.

A smile appears on my face. He prepared all of it.

"I don't know how many chapatis you eat, but looking at your size I felt this much would be enough. But if your appetite is bigger than this, do tell me. Don't want you to starve." He says absently.

I frown, is he insulting me?

But looking at his inattentive figure I concentrate back to my plate. It can be dealt with later on.

I am hungry.

To be continued...

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