2 my sufferings

"All set. I'm going to make her suffer so much" Armaan grinned while looking at himself in the mirror.

It was their first night after the wedding, and he had already made up his mind to make his new bride miserable.

Meanwhile, Neha was in his bed room, unwillingly waiting for her husband Armaan. She looked mesmerizing in her red lehenga, with her red shawl on her head, hiding her beautiful big brown eyes and only revealing her rose petal lips.

Everything looked perfect, except something was missing, her smile.

Clearly, she wasn't happy. She never wanted this marriage. But, she couldn't go against the people who gave her a second life.

She was adopted by Arman's family after her parents died in an accident. She felt lucky at first, because it was like someone gave a second life to her, another chance to live, another parents to love and Arman? She saw him as her very own brother.

But, he didn't, he didn't even consider her a family member. He saw her as his peasant.

He tied her with the rope of hatred, he never let her free. He made sure that she had no friends, no freedom for anything.

He never even let her get dressed the way she wants.

But, she was a happy go lucky person and didn't care at first. But everything has a limit and his behavior took a toll on her. It was too much for her to handle.

And then, on his 22nd birthday, he announced that he was going to the USA to handle their family business. Which made Neha climb up in the ninth cloud, unaware of the fact that she was going to fall back in the ground harder. It was like he was born to make her life a hell.

Armaan told his parents that he wanted to get married to Neha. He made everything so clear and reasonable that they couldn't deny his decision.

Neha's stepfather had decided to send her to the USA for further studies and she didn't know about it. Neha knew it was the end of her hope of being free. She was in complete darkness and she couldn't deny the people who gave her a life.

Neha snapped back to reality when Arman came inside.

With every step he came closer, her heart started to beat faster and faster. She feared him.

Now he had the freedom to do anything to her, nobody is going to question him. Nobody would know about anything.

He sat next to her. She was sitting with her feet on the bed and knees closer to her chest.

As he came near, she held her knees closer and closer towards herself. Suddenly she felt cold hands on her feet. She was overwhelmed with fear. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't make noise because he was her husband and he had the freedom to touch her.

He slowly lifted her dupatta from her head.

She couldn't look at Arman, but his lustful eyes already wandered all around her body. "You look so beautiful tonight" he said, lust clear in his voice.

She was shaken up with everything and so she didn't even look up. He held her chin with his finger and lifted her head up, "Look at me Neha" he said. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes. "Dammit! Your eyes...they drive me crazy Neha. Finally you are mine. I've been dreaming about this" he said in a sinister voice.

Tears start to fill up in Neha's eyes. "What? How can u ruin this beautiful night with tears...I'm going to make you happy tonight" he said and came closer to her. He cupped her face with his hands. "Do not touch me" Neha stood up for herself and hit his hands away from her face.

He laughed like a devil and his laugh faded away "Neha, I'm your husband, you can't say that to me. You HAVE to listen to me and you have NO choice" he said.

"No, I hate you. Go away" she said tears rolling down her eyes.

That made Arman furious. He held her face with his tight grip and pulled her down in his bed. "Don't you ever talk to me like that, did you hear me? Don't ever".

He pinned her down and said "I don't love you Neha. I hate you as much as you hate me. Listen now, you are going to do just as I say, just as I want. If you go against me, I'll punish you", his voice getting darker. She struggled under his tight grip trying to get out, but it was all in vain.

He was on top of her, with a devilish grin. Arman was a sadist, he loved seeing her like that.

Finally, he let go of her. She jumped up and tried to get out of the room but the room was locked and he had the keys. "Where do you think you are going?" He said standing up.

She walked back as he came near and near to her "You want to play cat and mouse game? I'll be your cat and you'll be my little mice" he said, coming more and more close to her.

Wall behind her made her realize that she was trapped. He put both his hands on both her sides, trapping her from escaping anywhere.

"Let's play…" He whispered to her while he held her neck.

She knew this was the end of everything. She had to accept that this is how her life was going to be like. She had to give in everything to him. She accepted her defeat.

He slowly tightened his grip around her neck and pushed her towards his bed.

He came on top of her, and placed his cold lips to hers. He forcefully kissed her, she couldn't resist his grip. Then, he slowly went down.

She cried, but he didn't care, his vision was covered by lust.

He hurted her in every way he could that night.

She understood this wasn't going to be the last time he would do this to her. She knew he was going to hurt her, maybe even more.

That night was the end of her hopes, dreams and wishes. That night was the end of everything.