Her Second-Hand Husband!

Chapter 41: 40. His Indifference

Anika’s PoV

The next morning, I was too eager to see Arjun. It has been two full days since I last saw him or talked to him. Aunty said he will be here early in the morning. Sleep went far away as the excitement came hugging me. I was wide awake when I heard the door creak open. I jumped up and sat on the bed to see him. He came in sneakily and I sneakily got down and advanced on him.

“Arjun, I missed you so much!” I jumped on him, hugging his neck.

“You didn’t sleep?” He asked me, freeing him from my hands.

“No, were you so busy that you couldn't even attend my calls? I really missed you so much, Arjun.” I whined, still clinging onto his neck. He hugged me by my waist and lifted me to meet his eyes.

“You missed me?” He asked me, looking me in the eye that sends chills down my spine. His eyes on me make tingles in my stomach.

“Yes!” I said but just air escaped my mouth.

“Right! Are you ready now?” He asked me and I buried my face in his neck.

“Just ready. Actually I had a three days girl’s problem that has just got over.” I told him, swallowing that ball of something in my throat.

“Perfect.” He let me down and switched the lights on. He settled himself on the bed and made me stand in front of him.

“Strip!” He said coldly that made my stomach knot in fear.

“Arjun?” I asked him unsure of what I heard.

“You missed me and are ready to make love to me, right?” He asked me with a platonic voice. Priya was right, you could never tell his mood by his looks.

“Arjun, are you alright?” I asked him, stepping closer to him.

“I am perfectly alright. I missed you too. Let's do this now. Strip.” He said tracing my body with his lust dipped eyes.

“Arjun…” I tried to talk but I could not form any words. My womanhood was drenched with anticipation and my hands automatically went to unbutton my shirt. His cold voice excites me more than he could imagine. He wants me to be submissive and I am ok with it.

“Faster!” He growled. I dropped the shirt down and stood there in front of him with my black bra and pajama pants that covered my ankle. His eyes raked my features from top to bottom and his eyes turned to a darker shade filled with desire. I gulped down the uncomfortable feeling and looked down.

“Now your pants!” He said making himself comfortable on the bed.

“Arjun!” I tried to move towards him as I felt shy to do so.

“Come on, I don't have all day.” He said.

His authoritative voice feared me and I did what he asked me to. Now I was standing in front of him with just my underwear and his eyes never left my body. I tried to cover myself with my hands and he asked me to drop my hands to the side. I never looked up as I could not meet his eyes.

“You are so beautiful, Anika. I could see you like this for hours. What do you think about love? Having sex or more than that?” He asked me. All my excitement went into the drain and that place was filled with fear and distress. He is clearly not alright. He is not the same Arjun that kissed me like there's no tomorrow. He is someone else. What happened to him?

“Not just sex, Arjun. Love is a longingness, a feeling to spend every second in your embrace. A feeling that controls the time. Like these two days felt like two years for me. What happened to you Arjun?” I asked, walking to him.

“Nothing! Get dressed.” He tried to turn away from me.

He is hurt and I don't know what happened to him that made him talk like this. But I know I can soothe him. I turned him towards me and hugged him with his face under my neck. He hugged me back and dug his face between my bosoms. His beard and mustache made drawings on my skin that fueled the fire in me. I fisted his hair and climbed on him straddling him between my legs. He flipped me in a sudden move making me lay down on the bed hovering over me. He squeezed my cheeks that made my lips pout at him. He dipped down on me, capturing my lips in his, kissing the life out of me. He started with slow strokes and started to force himself on me that I struggled to keep up with him. After a little while, he started to hurt me by biting my lips and gripping me with his iron fist. He left pain on me wherever he touched.

“Arjun, please.” I tried to push him away.

“You are hurting me, Arjun.” I told him when he was vigorously dry humping on me. I could feel his member on me and his size made me cower in fear. He started kneading my breasts, giving me so much pain.

I was covered in bite marks and his hand imprints all over my body and my body hurts like hell. I couldn't even move my finger. I was longing for his hands on me but he made it a nightmare for me. It was neither pleasant nor a pleasure.

“Here, have this money.” He threw a stash of cash on the bed near me when he stood up from me. He never wasted a second in front of me, he went into the restroom in a jiffy.

What did he say? What did I just hear? What is this cash for? Did he say that in the context that I think? Did I do anything wrong? Or is he hurt that he showed his anger on me? Whatever it is, his behavior was so harsh and unbearable. He cannot treat me like shit.

“Arjun, what did you just say?” I asked him, knocking on the restroom door. No answer.

“Arjun!” I knocked harder.

“What is it, Anika?” He came out like nothing had happened a little before.

“What is this cash for?” I shouted at the top of my voice at him.

“I gave you some money, what’s wrong? You might need it if you want to go shopping. Driver told me that you went out. I am sorry I didn't give you money before I went on my trip.” He said. God, I was wrong again and misjudged him. Thank god I didn’t say anything stupid and hurt him again.

“Oh, that’s ok. I will get it from you when I need it.” I told him when his eyes got down to my breast. I just remembered that I am still in my underwear. I felt shy and looked down.

“Sorry about this, I was not myself.” He said tracing his bite marks on my breast with his finger. His touch now gave me a tingling sensation in my stomach. This is my Arjun.

“It’s ok, Arjun. But it really hurts so much.” I told him honestly.

“I'm sorry, Anika.” He hugged me ever so gently. I almost forgot everything that has happened a little before and started melting in his hands.

“Don't be, Arjun. I love you.” I hugged him back. This feels like home and I can endure anything to be in his arms.

“Alright, I have to get ready. You get ready too, I will show you around our laboratory where you are going to work.” He said. Well, he wants me to work along with him. Silly me, I completely forgot about what I told him before our marriage. It should have been me that asked for a job for me but he beat me to it. He is my better half and I should not let little things make me feel low. He is a good man and I should not react to anything soon.

“Ok, I will get ready!” I told him, getting in the restroom. He is behaving like a split personality person, all lovey-dovey at a moment and like a beast the next moment. He is making it hard for me to understand him. Maybe he is tired after the trip or the trip didn't turn out to be fruitful.

I came out of the restroom after a soothing bath that my body ached for and opened my wardrobe. The first time I am going out with him, I decide to wear the clothes that he had got me. I surfed through the heap of clothes and picked out an elegant peach color salwar. It fit me perfectly and I completed my look with a high ponytail and a bold eyeliner streak. When I emerged out of the dressing room, I saw him all ready in his slim fit brown pants and a dark blue shirt. He is absolutely a handsome man.

“Oh, Anamika’s clothes fit you fine!?” He asked me, that burst the bubble of joy I had so far. So these are Anamika’s clothes, not the clothes that he had got me? How stupid am I to think that he would buy me clothes even before I come here?

“Oh, sorry, I didn't know that these are Anamika’s clothes. Give me a minute, I will change.” I ran into the dressing room as I couldn't control the sobs that escaped my mouth. This disappointment is too much to handle and he seemed like he was free of any feelings when he said that.

I cared less about the salwar I wore but made sure that it covered all the bruises that he made on me, or should I call it hickeys? We set out after a very silent breakfast. As we reached a huge factory, he stopped the car a little further to the gate and asked me to get down. Though intrigued, I did as I was told as he never spoke a word in the car and his posture is too stiff.

“Walk to the reception and tell the receptionist your name and that you are here for a job. She will guide you. We are not husband and wife in these premises.” He told me and drove past me at the speed of lightning. I stood there watching the gatekeeper open the door for him and his car glided in.

Is this normal for a newly wed couple? Is this normal for any human being? It all seems so weird to me. Why is he doing this to me? Is this who he is or is there more to what he shows? Or did I do something wrong?Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.