Under his gaze (his forced bride) by Olivia Jessie (best ebook reader for laptop txt) 📖

" I am just done. This will be enough for a week. " Dr. Advay turned and found the spot empty. His hands gripped the axe in a death grip. He knew she wouldn't have gone too far. So he ran and ran at his winning speed. He was the best athlete in his college. And he did find her talking to the girl. The girl he met at the store. He didn't move further to catch her, when he saw her face. Smiling and feeling proud of her actions. Let it be then. Moreover he didn't want to create a scene in front of the girl. 

He didn't want to kill her . She was a sweet little girl. He won't commit the same crime twice. He had killed someone very close to his heart and he didn't want it to happen again. Not any soon. Until and unless there was no male involved in his wife's life. 

Dr. Advay followed them to the store and kept standing outside. After thinking for an hour, he returned to his home. Controlling his anger. His urge to slap her, hit her and punish her. 

When he returned to his empty house, it was evening already. He sat on the yard chair and pulled out a cigarette, puffing it he thought about his worthless childhood. He refrained himself from doing so. But the memories were back once his wife ran away. 

His father was a police officer and mother a teacher. A working lady. His father would never spend any time with him. Though he admired him a lot. But he was a short tempered man. A man who had no friends and no people coming over to their house. He was friends with the ministers and judges. A man of power. No one could question him. Advay too made many relations in the law firm. The reason why he was not afraid if his wife ever think of going to police. 

Family life was a bit difficult. His mother would always try to leave his father. She never tried to understand him. He gave her everything. Everything she dreamt of. They had every facility since childhood. But she had to ruin everything. She would behave weirdly in front of him. Never laughed with him. Although she was always present by his side. 

When he grew up, maybe 16 , he got to know the horror which her mother was suffering since so many years. His father beat her. Violently. Every month she would be admitted in the hospital for any new injury. It hurt him a lot. Then he recalled all the incidents which he never understood since childhood. 

Like one time when he was around seven and Nidhi two, his mother picked him from his school too early on pretext of going on a picnic. And she had her bags already packed in the back seat of the car. He didn't see his father so he knew it was not a picnic. His mother was just crossing the driveway when his father pulled infront of them leaving no space to go out. His mother was crying. He didn't show any emotions. He knew it. 

And his dad gripped her hand and pulled her out. Later he took both the kids out and put them in their beds. That night Advay cried. He didn't know what was happening in the other room. But his mother's painful screams haunted him till he was graduated.. 

There were daily episodes like it. And it made him hate everything around him. But when he married such a beautiful lady, he knew he would keep her like he wanted her to be. So that there won't be any issues in their wedding. 

He was a man of character, if he took her Virginity the first night then he too lost it the same time. He never indulged in any sexual activity before marriage. The idea didn't entertain him. 

To cheat or commit adultery.Not in his world. Mihika was the most beautiful woman according to him. And he meant it. 

He knew no one likes to be beaten or kicked, but she always tested his patience. He wanted her to talk to him, laugh with him share things and memories. But she hated him. She never tried to respect his thinking. He didn't kidnap her. He married her in front of two hundred people. She gave her consent. He never forced her. 

" Hey! " He was shaken up by a sudden voice. The girl from the store. He stood up and walked towards her. 

" What are you doing here? " He asked her showing irritation on his face. How dare she followed him back to his house. 

" I came here to give you this dinner. You won't have to prepare anything. " She smiled revealing her left dimple. Cute. No. Dramatic. 

" I don't need this. You can take it back. " He turned to leave. 

" But I wanted to eat something with you. " She chuckled. Damn. He hated girls who develop crush at first time and then behave like the cutest thing alive on this planet. 

" Thappad khana hai? " ( want a slap? ) he clenched his jaw. 

" Funny you. " And she started laughing. He ignored her and opened the door. 

" She has run away from you . What will you do alone in there? " And he stopped to look at her smirking face. Shocked. Angry. He hated stalkers. 

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