Married To My Bully by Sakshi C (rosie project TXT) 📖

Crystal

Not a single shred of remorse or guilt could be found in his eyes. My sufferings were just an amusement for him. I felt this strong urge to confront him. Placing my spoon on my plate I finally reeled my anger out. 

"You did it to satisfy your ego?" I asked in disbelief. I also felt tears slowly flooding my eyes. 

"What do you think?" he leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. Amusement glimmering in his eyes.

He was enjoying my state thoroughly.

"Are you insane?" I hissed barely able to keep my anger in check. 

He unfolded his arms, leaned forward, picked up his spoon, and started eating. 

"I had to put you in your place. Going against my decision is never an option for you," he shrugged. 

I gaped at him with my mouth hanging open. Anger thrummed through my veins as hot tears started dripping down from my eyes.

"I had told you how I feel about my work. Still you...." I asked for the justification in an aggravated tone.

"Did I not make it clear the first time? I don't give a fuck about your passion, wifey. You'll do as I say," he said curtly while slicing his steak.   

This man was unbelievable. I was hoping to right things between us but he seemed to be adamant on complicate everything. My dad was wrong. He is a control freak with no regard for other's feelings. I pushed the plate away and stood up to leave. But, apparently, he didn't approve of that either.  

His hands curled around my wrist as I was about to walk past him.

"Finish your food," he ordered

I felt another jolt of anger at his audacity. He was behaving as if nothing had happened. It might not be a big deal for him but for me, it was the end of my dreams. I clenched my jaw and struggled to wiggle my hand out of his hold but he didn't let up.    

"Leave my fucking hand," I turned my head towards him and gritted out. My patience hanging by a thread.

"First, don't ever use this tone with me and, secondly, finish what's on your plate. I don't like wastage of food," he said. Jaw set and eyes hardened. My foul language had indeed got to him. 

"I don't want to eat. Let me go," I hissed. Tears streaming down my eyes but he paid no heed.

"I don't care what you want or not. I have already made that clear, haven't I? Now sit and finish your food," his chin pointed towards my plate.

"You are an asshole," I bit out not being able to contain it any longer.

His eyes widened ever so slightly not in astonishment but in anger. He got up towering over me, the chair slid back with force. I saw him grinding his teeth as his eyes started to shoot dagger my way. 

"What did you just say?" he asked while stepping towards me. I retreated with every step he took towards me. My hand still in his captive. 

"What did you say?" he asked again. Fear crawled up my spine. It felt as if this particular word had triggered something in him. He looked dangerous. I gulped and yanked at my wrist with more strength. His eyes that had darkened many shades were still on me. 

"Just let me go," tears rained down my eyes. I was frustrated, angry, and terrified all at the same time.

And then he left my hand only to slam me against the wall behind me. Before I could fathom what the hell was going on, I felt his hand curling around my throat. My breath hitched. He looked out of control. Almost feral.

"What the fuck did you say?" he tightened the grip and tilted his head, bringing his face closer to me. I clawed at his hands. My heart pounding violently against my ribcage. Tears didn't stop coming out. 

"Please," I croaked out.

"Did I not warn you to not disrespect me? Did I or not?" his voice octaves high when he said the last line. His dilated pupil added to his feral look. I shuddered in terror.  

My struggle to get free of his hold intensified. I started to see black spots as I felt my consciousness slipping away. The last thing I remembered was him glaring at me with utmost hatred and the last thing I heard was.... 

"I am not going to let your facade of innocence ruin me again, Crystal. You'll pay for your every sin. I promise you that," venom laced his distant voice.

And then I slumped against him. Not really sure if he said those words or not.  

My hand flew to my throat even before I opened my eyes as I felt a sharp burn constricting my throat. A groan left my mouth as I peeled open my sticky eyelids. My hand started to massage my throat to soothe the pain as I ran my eyes for water. I hurriedly grabbed the pitcher and poured the water into my mouth. It hurt to swallow down. 

The sun was up in the sky. I was passed out for the whole night. My eyes welled up when everything flashed through my memory. The hatred I saw in his eyes was spine-chilling. I was surprised that he didn't kill me. He looked so ready to squeeze the life out of me. What did I ever do to deserve so much hatred from him? It should have been the other way round. I should have burnt him with my hateful eyes for ending my career. Dollop fell over my tear-stained cheek. 

"Why does it always happen to me?" I whispered to myself. My last boyfriend, because of whom I had stopped doing relationships, used to go violent with me. I still have scars of his belt on my back.  He was overly possessive and toxic that made my life hell. And that is why I felt like having second birth when I got myself out of his clutches.

Only to get tangled with another dangerous man. If only I knew such a monster lives behind that devilishly handsome mask. I was still not over the fact that he tried to kill me. My husband who is being revered by almost everyone tried to murder me cold-bloodedly. Why? Only because I called him names that he rightfully deserved.

What have I gotten myself into? 

I was too terrified to step out of my room. The man had successfully instated his fear in me. I didn't want to come across him no matter what. So, I stayed put in my room. I waited for him to leave. Hours ticked by and then a gentle knock on my door grabbed my attention. I waited for the person on the other side to speak with my bated breath.