In the morning -

I opened my eyes and saw Vidyut standing near the bed . He was all dressed up in white shirt and black pants . I tried to get up but end up hissing in pain . Damn , my whole body hurts ! " I am sorry . " - he said with an apologetic look . " Come . " - he spoke and scooped me in his arms like I weigh nothing . " What are you doing ? " - I asked . " I am taking responsibility . It all happened because of me . " - he spoke and walked towards bathroom . He made me stand up on my feet under the shower . " Here , take a shower . I will bring your ....... he was cut in between by the ringing sound of his phone . He took out the phone from his pant's pocket . " Yes ? " - he spoke and walked out of the bathroom but not before indicating me to have bath . I stripped my clothes quickly and took a nice warm shower but he's still not here with my clothes . I wrapped towel around my body and peeked in the room through the door to see if he's outside but he was nowhere in the room . So , I came out of the bathroom and walked towards my wardrobe ti grab some clothes . Suddenly the door of my room opened and there he is , my new husband standing . His eyes scanned my body and I stood rooted at my place . " I am sorry . " - he spoke taking a step back . " Go away . " - I shouted at him clutching my towel tightly to my chest and threw what comes in my hand first , on his face and it was nothing but my panties . " God ! Can this morning get any more embarrasing ? " I asked myself . " Will you stop throwing your clothes at me ? " - he shouted at me and I stopped . " I am going , alright ? " - he said and walked out closing the door . I looked at the door and saw a pile of my inners lying there . God ! Did I really threw my inners at his face ? Ugh ... I didn't even wash them . What he will think about me ? Ugh .... that's so embarrassing . What should I do , now ? - I asked myself . " Wear your clothes , first . " - my subconscious commented . Yeah , right . I wore my clothes and just then , I heard a knock on the door of my room . I went there and opened the door . Get ready fast . - he said coming inside . Now he's in suit . " What ? Are we going somewhere ? " - I asked but he didn't even looked at me instead he started searching something in my wardrobe . " Here . Wear it . " - he said throwing a kurti at me . " What ? But why ? What's bad about these clothes ? " I asked looking at my off shoulder top and ripped jeans . " Seriously ? You look like a beggar in these clothes . " - he commented throwing my clothes here and there . " Oh hello mister ! This is called fashion . " - I said coming in front of me . " Are you changing right now or do you want me to do the honours ? " - he asked with his greys eyes turning into black ones . " Okay , I will go and change . " I said trying to remove his hand from my arm which was causing pain . " Good girl . " - he commented pinching my right cheek . What happened ? Wasn't he in anger ? - I couldn't help but thought . 

5 minutes later - 

I came out of the bathroom changing into kurti . " I have packed all your stuff . " - he spoke chaining the bag up . " But my clothes are still here . " - I spoke looking at the pile of tops and ripped jeans at the floor . " You don't need them anymore . " - he spoke . " What will I wear , is my decision . You can't choose the dresses for me . " - I shouted at him in my high pitch tone . " Don't show this attitude to me , young lady . " - he spoke grabbing my jaw so hard that it hurts now . " And about your clothes , well ....... he took out a lighter from his pocket and threw it on my clothes . I saw my favorite clothes burning in front of my eyes . " How dare you ? " - I raised my hand to slap him but he took my wrist in his and twisted it behind my back . " You like it the rough way . Don't you ? " - he spoke twisting my hand behind my back . " From now on , you will do what I say . You understand ? " - he asked twisting my wrist more that tears filled in my eyes . " Did you understand ? " - he asked again as I didn't answer and tears started rolling down my cheeks and I nodded my head in yes . " Words , sweetheart ! Words . " - he demanded as he twisted my wrist more that I think that it may break now . " Yes . " - I answered as tears fell down on the floor and he finally left my wrist . " Hmmm . Good girl . " - he said ruffling my hairs . " Now , come downstairs . I am waiting for you . " - he said and went away from there leaving me alone to cry over my fate . Why ? Why all this happened ? I fell down on the floor near my burnt clothes . I looked at them . It's not about clothes . It's all about how he behaved with me . Tears started rolling down my cheeks and fell down on floor as I remember the worst day of my life , my marriage .