Eveleen's POV
Clearing the blur web, I opened my eyes. Headache hit me first. Rose came in view. She smiled at me. I was staring at her in bemusement. I tried to straighten up and felt the pain. Immediately, She helped me to sit. I felt a spasm of pain in my hand. I peeked at it. It was wrapped in a white bandage.
" Carefully you got a fracture in getting back your purse from scoundrels. " She said with a taste of anger in her tongue.
It confused me more. What the he** was she talking? I put pressure on my mind. Then It summoned in my mind the story I told those women to get their phone to make a phone call to her. I moved my eyes around me. My heart began to throb rapidly in my chest. I was frightened like he**. I hardly escaped from his cage. I was back in the cage. All laziness and pain vanished for that moment. I sighed thickly. My chest was rising up and down. Goosebumps covered her body. I didn't feel the urgency to correct her, " How did I come here? " I asked her with shock and confusion.
" I was far from you so I called your husband. " she said, " I'm glad you are fine. " She smiled.
It irritated me. Fine! She hauled her back in his hell. It aggravated her. It was a rare opportunity to run away. Rose destroyed it, getting me more torture from him. It was obvious. First of all why would she fall in trouble if Duante would treat her nicely. Rose should use her brain. She trusted him instead of her. Why couldn't she see her pain behind the mask. What kind of a cousin or friend is she? Who couldn't understand me properly and thinks, I'm happily married, " You called whom? " I snapped.
" Your husband. " she replied calmly.
" Why did you call him? " I demanded, giving her my angry glare.
" You were in trouble. " she gave a confused look.
" Yeah I was in trouble. I called you to help me, not him. You should use your brain. If I'm making a call to you. it's mean, you... not him. " I angrily snapped.
" I helped you. " now she replied with anger.
" Next time I'll not ask you for your help. " I slowly said with the flow of my rage.
" I helped you Evie. " She raised her voice.
" I'm obliged to you. Thank you very much. " I annoyed. I was struggling to hold back my tears.
" You married him with your own desire. Now you're the wife of an international business tycoon. You are showing me your attitude. " She snapped, getting up from bed.
Her words hit me. How could she think so? Where did attitude come from? Why can't she see? " You think so. " I slowly asked. A tear came out of my eye.
" Yes, my family, your family are saying right about you. You planned it. Our kidnapping was also your plan. So, you could prove yourself innocent. " She pointed her finger at me.
My physical pain was nothing in comparison to her piercing words. If there is no trust, no relationship can survive longer. I don't wanna get more hurt from her. I clutched the sheet in my healthy hand, " Get out. " I snapped. It would be better if I didn't argue with her. This would spoil the things between her and me. Frankly speaking, things have already spoiled between us. She doesn't trust me. I've tried to tell her hundred times that how I fell in this wedding but she wanna believe what she is seeing with her eyes.
She didn't reply and made her way out of the house stamping her feet. I wasn't that strong to take it as we have spent our childhood together. We played together with our brothers. I didn't glance at her. Tears began to fall from my eyes. My mind was occupied with our time together. I cried till tears stopped itself.
" I need to get out of this cage. " I told myself. I got up from the bed. I held the knob to open the cupboard door. I was feeling pain in my shoulder, because I hit the concrete ground when I fell unconscious. It was aching while moving. I picked up my backpack. I filled it with some clothes. Air conditioner made my room cold. I put on shoes. My one arm was broken and second it was several pain in its shoulder. It was painful. I had no cash. I carried out my bag and me out of this room. I closed the door behind me. I spun. I flinched and fear rose in my chest. He was standing some feet away. His one hand was in his pocket.
' You don't need to fear. You have to walk out of here. ' I told me.
It was his house, his building, he could use any part of his house. I moved toward the door which was the way to my freedom. He stepped between me and the door. I shifted my feet to get the door. He grabbed my backpack from me and threw it aside. I shrugged my shoulders and felt a wave of pain. I started walking again. He placed his hand on my waist.
" You wanna break my second hand. Go on. " I said, presenting my second hand. He was just staring at me, " No. " I shook my head, " Wanna strangled me. " I presented my neck. He was still staring. I felt tears on my cheeks. I instantly rubbed them away with the back of my good hand. He wasn't responding to me. But it can't stop me now leaving this place, " You wanna shoot me. " I asked him. He was still the same, mute, " No. " I shook my head again to ask him. I came closer to him, " Let me guess what you want to do with me. " I whispered in his ear and backed. I could guess. He would desire to give me a brutal death. Yes! I was provoking him. I'm ready to have pain, death but don't wanna under his roof anymore. His hand was resting on my waist during the entire conversation. I was watching him. He smiled, I didn't break his stare either, " You can't give me anything. " he said.
It enraged me, when I got his meaning, " Oh really. " I smiled, " Definitely I should enjoy my life in someone else's arms. Why waste my life here. " I snapped without thinking.
I saw a calm atmosphere changing into a storm in his amber eyes. He picked me up in his arms and began to amble back in, " Where are you taking me? I don't wanna go anywhere with you. " I said out loud. I couldn't protest as I was already injured. He carried me to a new room. I watched around. It had white walls, a cream colored roof, curtains, white couch, everything was white except the furniture was too dark color. I plucked my eyes from the interior. He put me down on my feet and didn't remove his stormy glare from me, " You're spending your every night here with me from now. Your parents must have taught you the basic rules of marriage. Never forget, you're my wife. " He harshly said his words, holding my upper arm.
He is no one to decide anything. He told me to get out. I will never forget what he did to me today. I can't survive with a beast under the same roof, " I'm not sleeping with you. In fact, I don't wanna live with you. I'm leaving your house. " I snapped and jerked my arm away from him, although I felt the pain but I neglected it. My freedom was more important. I was sure, I couldn't get it without a fight.
" This is your house." He said in a bossy voice.
I wanted to bite him again. He destroyed everything, my friendship, my career, my relationship with my family. " I've my examinations in a few days. You broke my hand. I'll fail now. Thank you for destroying everything in my life. '' I said in gloomy. He coldly glared at me. I would not let it affect me now. He could kill me, nothing more than that, " Don't glare at me. Kill me if you wanna. I have decided what I will do. " I said and walked past him.
He stopped me again, " What have you decided? " He asked.
As I'm gonna tell, Huh!
My heart did not stand with me. I wasn't in good terms with my heart these days. My heart was loving this argument with him, " I'm going. Goodbye. " I waved at him and began my pace.
He held me from my waist and tugged me behind. My heart jumped in joy. Stupid heart!
" You're not going anywhere. You know the consequences." He frowned.
I tried to fold my arms and pain hit me again. Whatever my family was thinking, but they are safe in their houses. I had no strength to argue with him, " Fine. " It irritated me. " Good night. " I got on his mattress and rested my head on my pillow. I spread my whole body, so he couldn't sleep here. It was a king size bed. There was a lot of space. I propelled the pillow into empty space. Now it was covered whole. I saw him through the corner of my eyes. He was smiling. I wrinkled my lips and stared at him.
When he saw me glaring at him, " You can't sleep. " He frowned.
I pursed my lips and straightened up, " What's you mean? You said it yourself I can't give you anything. What is it? " I asked. He raised his eyebrows. I got embarrassed.
My brain has also cracked with my hand. Who offered herself, Stupid! Stupid! I called it in my mind.
Door got a knock and I thanked the distraction, " Come in. " he said, finally moving his eyes from me.
His cook came in and put the food tray on the glass table. He bowed in front of him. He nodded. Cook took his steps out of this room closing the door behind him.
" Come. " his bossy tone came.
" Are you inviting me for dinner? " I asked. He wanted perfection in every little thing. He glared at me again. I kept my feet down and walked to the table and sat on it. He sat next to me. He put the hankie on his thighs and then mine. On the contrary, I ate my food like a middle class human. I looked at the food. It was Indian veg food. He brought out his hand with the spoon. I didn't feel hungry. When I saw the food. I wanted to attack it. I controlled it somehow.
He wasn't physically attractive to me. He has no sympathy in his crude heart for me, he could get anyone, " Why did you marry me? You haven't any attachment to me. " I asked him, beholding my broken hand.
" I shouldn't do that. " he indicated to my wounded hand with his fork.
I dug my spoon on the pile of rice, " Who are you? " I asked, putting a filled spoon of rice in my mouth.
" Don't talk while you're eating. " he said, dabbing another hankie on my bottom lips.
I gulped my food down my throat. It was awkward for me. I chose to eat without saying a word.
He put everything back on the tray. Mr. Perfect! I was lost in staring at him, " Your medicine." His voice brought her back. He offered my medicine after finishing the dinner.
I wanted to know everything in a short time. Indeed, I don't wanna lose any chance to irrigate him, " Why am I the only girl here? " I asked.
He put a glass of water before me. I swallowed the medicine with water. When I was sure, he would not reply to me. I went back to the mattress.
I laid on the bed resting my head in the middle of bed, " It's not the right way to lay on the bed. " he said, crossing his arms upper his chest.
" It's my way. If you wanna have your perfect sleep lay on the couch or I can sleep there. You can allow me to sleep in my room. '' I said. I was laying spread my arms on his half spot and pillows were helping me a lot. He threw the pillow at one side, " You can't do this. " I shouted. He climbed on the bed and picked me up in his arms, " Why did you pick me up every time? Put me down. '' I said loudly. He put me down on my side, " I'm not your type. Why did you marry me? " I blurted again.
He was towering over me, " Stop putting similar questions again and again. " he put his first finger on my lips, " Good night. " he said and laid on his side.
He broke my hand and now forced me to be in his room. I snorted and put my back at him and closed my eyes. I instantly fell asleep.
It was another morning in his house. I slowly unfurled my eyes. I glared at my injured hand, blinking away the drowsiness. I wandered my eyes around. My legs were resting on his bare muscular abdomen. I used to sleep with my cousins. We often woke up like this, sometimes arm hugging Mini's arm and my legs on Rose's thighs. Sometimes there's an arm over my stomach.
My eyes went where my legs were," Waoo..." I smiled. My legs were over his abdomen. I was staring at his six pack abs, " Little Mountains. " I spoke softly and sat. I bent down to see him. I had only seen John Cena and Roman Reigns with such adorable bodies on television. It was so amazing to witness it with naked eyes. I should have removed my legs before he got angry. I budged back with the help of one hand, lifting my both legs up from his abdomen. My hand slipped from the edge of the mattress, " Momma. " I squeaked.
He clutched me wrapping his arm around my waist. He was so fast. " You okay? " he asked. I was staring at him with an open mouth. I saw this care, when Thomas was hurt and he was threatening the doctor.
" Oops!" I managed. I glanced at his eyes. It wasn't looking sleepy, " Wait! You weren't sleeping." I asked him.
He shrugged his shoulders. He looked down at his legs.
" Oh! " My legs were on his thighs. I removed them without any delay and balanced me, " Good morning. I'll not fall now. You can remove your hand before you make your mind to break it too. " I said in a sarcastic way. My heart was throbbing in a smile.
He was smiling. Without a word, He hurriedly went out of his room.
" Did he hear me? I need to control my tongue. " I talked to myself as I didn't want to say this, at least not this.
I was alone in his room. I got up and paced toward my room. I need to brush and bathe. I chose a blank pajama, blouse and jacket from the cupboard.
I was combing my hair. When, someone knocked on my room door. I paced to open it. Butler was standing, holding a food tray in his hand. I opened my mouth to ask him the time. But his words reminded me, ' No Talking. ' I shut my mouth and advanced my hand to take a tray from his hand. But he came in and put it on the table. Immediately he made his way out. I frowned at myself for agreeing with him.