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I stared at his serious face without speaking anything.

"Now what? Little princess couldn't take the truth and wants to cry?" His words reminded me that my eyes were misty.

I blinked my eyes to clear my vision and smiled at him. "No, Manik. I am thinking about how much you have loved me that a cold hearted like you turned into a complete prince charming for me."

He looked at me with disbelief. "What are you made up of?"

"That's the right question for a right person." I smiled brighter. "I am made of straws filled with mafia blood."

"Huh?"

"It's okay, you will understand it sooner. First, eat something and recharge yourself." I kept the plate infront of him on the table.

He looked at the plate and at me before starting at the plate once again. "What the fuck is this?"

"Plate." I said casually.

"I know that, I am asking about what's on it?"

"Food."

Why is he asking me silly questions? Did he forgot about basic things? Should I teach him everything from scratch?

"Don't test my patience. What exactly is this?"

"Dude it's food. Food is food. What do you want to know, just eat it." I raised my voice.

Manik leaned back on his chair. "You don't know the names of the food. Right?"

I gulped.

It was true. All I can say it's food. Should I ask the chef to help me? Why can't the food on this table have labels like they have on packaged foods?

"You have mixed three different dishes on the plate creating a disgusting mess." He started twirling the spoon and separating the long green vegetable from round yellow vegetable and long purple vegetable.

Manik knows many things and I am impressed once again. That's the reason the food with him tastes the best instead of me eating alone. I always mix everything and it really tastes bad.

He raised his eyebrow and I smiled shaking my head at him.

"I really missed you, Manik. We didn't eat together from a long time. You know how to make the food delicious even without cooking it."

There was no change of emotions on his face. He was unaffected by everything around him.

"Name atleast one dish on this plate and we can eat together." He said keeping the spoon on the plate and leaning back once again on his chair.

I clapped my hands with excitement. "Really? We can eat together like before? Will you feed me? But I just ate my SupUnch."

"What did you eat?" He questioned me.

"SupUnch." I repeated and he was still confused. "Oh! You forgot, right. How can I forget that you forgot. SupUnch is Lunch and Supper."

I explained and he was not giving a tiny bit of reaction. Am I speaking with his painting? Is Manik hiding behind this painting and giving voice?

"Name atleast one dish on this plate." He questioned again.

He is not following me, but it's okay, let me be patient with this man.

I kept my finger over my cheek and began thinking about the resemblance. I have seen this food most of the time but I don't know the names.

Who even learns the name of an item which will be vanished into internal mouth organ?

"Toast?" I guessed it.

"So, you don't know what's a toast." He replied.

"Ofcourse, I know. I am just testing if you remember about Toast." I made up an answer and once again thought about it.

Please give me some hints, anyone. My vegetable friends please don't leave me alone in such situations. This is my first date with my husband and instead of being romantic my man is playing who wants to be a millionaire. Except, he will be a millionaire even if I answer it wrong or right.

"Wimbledon?" I blurted the first thing that came into my mind. I heard this word some where and this vegetable must be Wimbledon.

Manik slammed his palm on the table and I flinched an inch back. I was not expecting him to react in such way, at least not infront of me.

"A dumb, idiot like you has the audacity to eat with me?"

Okay, I agree I am not booksmart, but why must he chose words like that to hurt me.

"Why must I know the names, Manik? It's just food for your internal organs." I explained.

"This is a bare minimum and you could not even answer it. The junkies without territory are far better than you." He insulted me by comparing me with those who do not even have a rank in the mafia hierarchy.

"Enough, Manik. You don't even know me, you don't have any memory of me to insult me. Okay, I understand that you are not liking the fact of being married to me instead of your crush. Atleast treat me like a human and former Princess of Murthy territory." I made my point.

"Are you raising your voice infront of me?" His nostrils flared for the first time bringing reaction on his face. "Oh, your stupidity isn't something which can be forgiven. From the little memory I have about you, I can say that you are of no use."

"What memory do you have of me, Manik? I don't remember meeting you until two years ago. We didn't meet at your current memory." I frowned upon his disgust towards me.

He gave a sarcastic laugh. "How could you even remember? You are such a lost case. We met on your 18th birthday and you couldn't even develop basic sense for your age. Late bloomer is an insult for a person like you."

"I am changed, Manik. I have developed a lot being with you." I said while looking down trying to hide the recently formed tears in my eyes.

"A person like you will never change. That's a delusion."

"Manik." I whispered getting hurt.

"What? You couldn't remember me a few minutes later yesterday." He paused and closed his eyes before opening them again. "I mean seven years ago. Your mental age is like a 3 year old, you could barely function as an adult." He continued his speech about his disgust towards me.

He still couldn't move on from the fact that seven years has passed from his memory. He is still thinking all his memory is from yesterday.

I finally looked up at his face which has no regret even after seeing tears freely falling down my face. My Manik would kill or die instead of seeing me sad but he is not at all affected.

"I remember everything, Manik. I don't know what little scenario made you to label me as a mental person but I have changed alot. I remember how my father's throat was slashed by the enemies, I remember how my home was collapsed in an instant leaving me with no shelter. I remember the hate I had for you with our misunderstanding and I remember how the car came crashing into our vehicle and destroyed my happy fairytale." I wiped my eyes to get rid of the tears and my blurry vision.

"But Manik, I also remember the first time I ran into your arms, I remember when you were ready to burn the world for me seeing a drop of my blood, I remember you announcing me as yours, I remember our first kiss, I remember our peaceful nights and hopeful days, I remember our promises, I remember our love and I remember our wedding day which made a forever bond." I sobbed.

Manik didn't respond anything and was still sitting on his chair and staring at me.

"I also remember how my Manik doesn't remember me, I remember how my Manik feels disgusted by my presence, I remember my Manik still pinning for his dead crush, I remember my Manik looking at me with no emotion." I tried to clear my throat which was built up with emotions but I failed as it clogged up everytime I tried.

I hate crying infront of anyone and this man is making me do it. I wiped my face with the back of my palm as my fingers are also drenched in my tears.

"You know what Manik? Those days which you considered me as mental were the best days in my life. I did not develop up my memory and everyone took advantage of me. Atleast I don't remember anything to feel hurt." I paused to cleared my throat. "Now that I remember everything it's hurting me more than I can bear. Infact, I very much wanted to be that stupid person without any development so that all these things would not pain me. But it's not possible, the damage is done."

More tears formed in my eyes and I turned on my heel to leave his office. I opened the knob of the door and expected him to shut the door with his palm and pin me against it. But nothing happened, he was cold monster sitting on his throne.

Before stepping outside I looked at him for final time and said another sentence. "I will also remember your disgust towards me, Manik."

The moment I stepped outside I saw his reflection on the glass window. He was clutching his chest with his palm and trying to breath. Finally, he showed an emotion but sadly he would cover it up as soon as I see.

I didn't go back to console him and ran to my room. I have to console myself too. I am hurt too. I need to lash on someone too about my pain.

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What will happen next?

Manan scenes from next chapter. But I can't promise it will be light-hearted. This book is for angst lovers only. Happy ending has done in Brutal Beast book.

This book will explore Manik's cold personality before he matured and is in control.