Married To A Stranger

Karthik Pov:

Why does it have to be this complicated to console a crying woman? I never tried to console a crying woman, well except Anvika of course, she was my only best friend in girls. I can’t say I did my best to make her feel better but Nihal was pro in making her laugh in tough scenarios.

Think about your crying wife dumbo!

I know it’s better not to force her to talk right now, so I just hug and let her cry. I can’t stand her tears but now it’s better to let her cry than to let her wallow herself in self-pity. I know she went through a lot in her parents’ house, if it is up to me, I would’ve taken her away from a long time ago.

She is the most precious thing that ever happened to me.

Her sobs died down after a while but not her tears. I wonder who caused her this, I don’t mind tearing them apart even if it is her own father.

” K-karthi umm you’ll n-never l-leave me, right? ” what? From where she got this idea… again? I cursed under my breath.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t get rid of me in this life?. may be in the coming lives too?” I said slightly irritated.

What? This is not the first time she’s asking this question and I tried to assure her as much as I can. I never treated her badly, I never uttered a word against her and for god sake, I restrained myself from touching her against her will.

“I know. But do you still want me with all this baggage and insecurities? ” she asked me nervously.

I tried hard to reduce her insecurities and worked on trust issues as much as I can. I even told her she was my first kiss keeping my ego aside. What more can I do to earn her trust?

If I tell her ‘I love you’ she might freak out and cry even more than this.

This is all because of her good for nothing father and a useless mother.

“Sree, I like everything about you, I don’t care about the baggage you mentioned. Everyone has to fight their own demons at one stage in their life. As for your insecurities, I’ll try to reduce them as much as possible” I explained to her patiently.

“Is this the reason you cried?” I added. I have a feeling that this is not the only reason she cried.

“No. Umm I think I know who this stalker is,” she said slowly, I froze in my place.

“W-who?” I stuttered.

How? Did she meet him? I took every safety measure to keep her away from all these things, then how the hell did she find out him before us? I even hired a private investigator to find the stalker but no use. Sure, the notes were reduced when we’re in our home but here they increased. With all these wedding preparations and all, there are many people around the house, so it is easy to slip a note in our mailbox. I even arranged a couple of guards other than Ron and Sean without her knowledge when she was in public. But how the hell does she know him?

“I think it is Manoj” she mumbled avoiding my eyes.

“Manoj?” I know who he is. The person whom I despise after her father. It’s her ex. But he looked very genuine when he was dating her but looks could be deceiving right?

“My ex,” she said looking down. I need to calm myself down before I act in this situation, so I kept quiet for a while. Sure, I don’t care about her past but I couldn’t help but feel jealous knowing he was her first in everything.

I hate him!

“He left a note and disappeared,” she said and started explaining everything. As in everything from her first meeting with him to the last encounter. How he proposed her, how he used to treat her like she was the only one for him and how she gave up herself thinking they might end up together. How he left leaving a piece of freaking note without any explanations. I was beyond furious now.

I shouldn’t be thinking like this but what if she still loves him? From what I hear, she loved him. She loved him so freaking much and that scumbag left her just like that like she was nothing.

The question that haunting me right now was what if she still loves him?

She wouldn’t, right?

But what if?

“Do you still love him?” The question left my mouth involuntarily in a hard tone, which I never used her before. She stilled in my arms.

I closed my eyes and started taking deep breaths controlling my rage. I don’t know how I’m going to control myself if she says she still loves him.

Maybe I should take meditation classes from now.

She silently slipped away from my hands and I clenched my hands and jaw involuntarily.

Don’t you dare cry listening to her answer. Men don’t cry. I chanted mentally.

“Ouch” A soft material hit my head.

Again.

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And again.

”What the -” I was cut off by another hit on my face.

When I opened my eyes now, I’m in front of a raging bull a. k. a my wife. I never saw her this angry. She started hitting me again.

“Sree” one more hit on my cheek.

“Sree listen -” this time on my head.

The pillow is soft but she’s using all her energy in every hit.

”Listen? What do you want me to listen? You stupid! What do you think of me? Do you think I’ll go around and kiss you when I still in love Someone else? You good for nothing piece of shit! I’ll kill you right now. Do you think I lied to you when I said I actually like you? How dare you to doubt my feelings for you? Just wait there… I’ll show you my feelings for you right now. It is Rage and I’m going to kill you now” And then she started hitting again after her little speech.

Despite of her curses I’m grinning like an idiot not even bothering to dodge her attempts to hit me. I’m beyond happy to care of them right now.

Yayy! She doesn’t love him anymore.

I think she was tired of hitting me, but little did I know she was planning worse.

Splash!

I’m now literally drenched in water. Completely wet. I feel like a wet dog.

Did she just dump water on me?

When did my Sree become this violent?

I jumped out of the bed and tried to go near her to control her, but she threw a comb this time.

Wrong move!

The next thing is my laptop! Oh god, no!

There was too much of important stuff in that. Please Sree. No. Not that.

She looked at it and my face and placed it on the bed carefully. I sighed in relief thinking the war was over. She acts matured even she’s mad.

Then she started throwing everything from the vanity table, from a small pin to lipstick.

When I said everything, I mean everything.

Luckily, I dodged as much as I can.

“Run” she yelled taking a sharp thing in her hands.

Sharp thing? What is it? Why is she keeping sharp objects in our room?

What is it called again?

I’ve no idea.

Do you want to know that thing name right now? Seriously Karthik?

“Run!” she said again in a threatening voice.

I did as she said. The smart idea ever because she’s right behind me holding that thing while I ran for my life.

Never had I ever take Sree as a violent kind of a person.

I ran downstairs to avoid an encounter with my parents. If they see this scene, I’ll never hear the end of it. Not to mention her friends are still here next door to my parent’s.

“Sree, calm down I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly from the other side of the couch. But she was trying really hard to catch me.

She kinda looks really hot now with that red face and her hair all over her face.

It is not the right time to think about it, idiot! Run for your life.

She threw her weapon but to my luck, it missed the target a. k. a me.

Then I ran into the kitchen, but little did I know there were a lot of weapons which can be used against husbands. I turned to escape this place as soon as possible but my wife is just behind me with a spatula in her hand while tapping her foot impatiently with a lazy smirk on her face.

“What the hell is going on here?” My dad’s voice boomed around the kitchen.

“Dad, save me from her” I cried out. He looked at me and her and realized my situation.

“And why would I? When you never saved me from your mom’s wrath? What did you do to get on her bad side anyway?” My dad said amused by the scene in front of him.

Sree silently slipped her weapon on the counter and smiled at him like an innocent angel.

Just before a minute, she looked like a female version of HADES.

“What the hell happened to my house” mom’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Ah! Nothing they are just playing around” dad said smirking. I pleaded him with my eyes not to tell my mom. If she gets to know about this, our whole gang will know within less than a minute.

“Playing?” She threw a confused look at my dad.

“Yeah! More like Sreesha playing with our son’s life like you did with mine” he said smirking at me.

“Excuse me? Did you just say I played with your life?” My mom asked narrowing her eyes at dad.

Serves him right!

“No dear, Sreesha here just chasing our son with a spatula in her hand. Looking at our son’s position she did hit him more than once. Look at the way they’re panting, only the experienced person can say how much he ran for his life” he said winking at mom.

“How dare you to hit my son?” My mom’s voice boomed around the kitchen.

Sree literally shivered to listen to her voice.

“Alone?” She added later. “You could’ve called me for help or at least recorded it for me,” She said winking at her. Now she relaxed visibly.

“Domestic violence is too much in this house” my dad mumbled, and I nodded in agreement.