she was you're daughter, now she is my wife.

I never know three hundred members are few.

The first thing my eyes fall when I walked into a reception hall which had adorned with the elegant and enchanting colors of blue and silver. This stunning color combination brings a sense of sophistication and tranquility to any event. To create a memorable ambiance, start by draping the walls with shimmering silver curtains, creating a luxurious backdrop. Accentuate the space with blue uplighting, casting a dreamy glow throughout the room.

Tables are dressed in crisp white linens, adorned with blue and silver centerpieces. Incorporate tall silver candelabras with blue candles, adding a touch of romance and warmth to the atmosphere. Scatter silver confetti or sequins on the tables for an extra touch of glamour but the hanging of delicate blue and silver paper lanterns from the ceiling creates a celestial feel. everything had given careful attention to detail and the right combination of blue and silver elements.

Against this enchanting backdrop, my outfit gracefully glides in with a stunning saree in shades of blue, intricately embroidered with silver threadwork. First time I had seen Akash wearing something other than dark shades except white. As usual, looking hot, even in a blue tailored suit that very well complements my saree.

When I roamed my eyes toward the people who attended the reception. even after Mehta's invited them suddenly, just today's morning. they are more than three hundred people, from politicians to relatives. suddenly everyone stopped gossiping, conserving except for the soft music playing in the background.

I blinked my eyes, pinching myself when Mr. Sharma entered to reception hall along with his wife. the whole world knows Sharma and Mehtas are sworn enemies for generations. whenever they meet with each other nothing goes peaceful and pleasant. except for Mr. Mehta, no one greeted Mr.Sharma even out of courtesy, something is always better to be in the way that had. "Don't be a pleased kitten, we had no option than inviting him," Akash said, I rolled my eyes from when I'm feeling happy to see Mr. Sharma. Soon the guests started to greet us, and my chicks are pained for giving them fake smiles.

I clenched my jaw when he started to dig his nails into my bare waist. "stop digging your nails into my flesh." I wanted to warn but my voice had come out like I'm pleading with this fool, who started to find his peace hurting me. he didn't even hear me, but looking at the entrance of the stage. I peeked and he is looking in this much rage, just to see Mr.Sharma and his wife walking towards us.

I bit my lips, to tolerate the pain. I can tolerate anything mentally and emotionally but when It's come to physical I can't bear it. Even after I Trianed in master arts for nearly eight years. I can protect myself and others but can't bare when I got injured. "how are you?" the first time my father asked me how I'm. "good." I had given him one of the best fake smiles. "Please take care of my daughter." look who is telling me to take care of me, the woman who can't even take care of her son.

"she was your daughter, now she is my wife. I don't want anyone to tell me how to take care of my wife." he said. >I'm telling you he is suffering from bipolar disorder.< > You're damn right< I should agree with them, he will hurt me first and treat it afterward. today he was the one who bandaged my cut on the throat.

"Please, Akash." I requested him when I can't tolerate the pain. "How much you satisfy my soul, by pleading." I'm pleading with him just because I can't do anything for now and in this place. every dog a day, I will show him one day what happens if they touch me in any way. "just bear until I feel satisfied, kitten." he will be dead of me one day. why does God hate me? look I'm dealing with one then he sent another.

"congratulations." Akash greeted back. "she is my beautiful wife," "Eesha Patel, a criminal attorney." Mr. Pandey interrupted Akash, why I'm bumping him a lot recently. "what is the matter? Mr. Pandey. due need any help from me." he is greeting me whenever we pass each other's way. "Maybe." he left saying this. "how do you know each other?" he questioned. "a few years back, he visited my firm regarding an issue. Our meeting is not something we err. I had humiliated him quite badly." I said he didn't take it pleasantly. whenever we meet from then, he started to humiliate me. I would throw some nasty comments back, nothing more or less.

"not bad you too earned quite enemies, just like your father." he said, "Don't involve my father in my matters on everything," I said he didn't get a chance to reply when the guest come to greet us. I signed in relief, sitting on the couch when the guests completed greeting us. "Please, can you cheer a couple for a dance." people started to cheer, at least I can manage. they started to play a romantic Hindi song.

I cleared my throat, and he turned towards me. "can you at least dance." he just looked up and down, and I understood. "what about you?". "you will see." I give him a cheeky smile, poor guy. I wanted to dig my own grave, when I stepped on his foot for the fourth time. "can't you even follow me, you Suck at dancing." I should appreciate him, he is a good dancer, unlike me. "tell me something I don't know." The only thing I'm good is picking up fights.

I clutched his arms when he loosened his hold from my waist. "I will let you fall on the floor if you step on my foot again." he greeted his teeth, his foot would be hurting. I signed in relief when he held me firmly pulling me into him. First time I'm keeping eye contact and dancing with him.