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

I checked my phone every now and then, hoping his call or maybe just a message would pop up by some miracle. But no. Nothing came. Now I was regretting the words I said to him this morning. I cared about him and he didn't give a damn about my existence. He wouldn't care if I got raped or killed in the middle of the road by a stranger. Tears started running down my cheek with full force. 

He was good with everyone but me. He liked everyone but me. He smiled at everyone but me. Why? 

I understood what had happened with him in his past had made him a reserved person but what is the reason behind his hatred that for some strange reason was reserved only for me. I wasn't the one who killed his father? Then why? 

I had never craved for someone's acceptance as much as I craved for his. My heart would squeeze up every time I saw him eyeing me with loathing. I had learned how to handle his anger, his frustration but I was still struggling to get used to his hatred. His abhorrence for me would always get to me. Breaking me, ripping me, and smashing me. 

"Ma'am we are here," the cab driver tore me from my thoughts. I wiped my tears, got off, and walked down to the mansion that was now my home. A home without a family. 

The door was open. I headed straight to the kitchen and gobbled down on the food. Once satisfied, I headed to my bedroom. 

Alex's room still had it slight on which means he was still awake. I stifled the urge of storming into his room and take out all my anger on him. Alex had left me too heartbroken to do that. So I turned to my room. 

Despite being terribly exhausted sleep eluded me. So I decided to check the website of the Di Classe Decor and bingo. I had solved the mystery behind the constant failure of the company. For a second I forgot about Alex and his cold behavior as the joy of demystifying the problem took over me.  

I flapped the laptop shut and let sleep overtook my senses. 

The next day, I woke up early and left for the office without telling him. My anger hadn't subsided. Not that it would bother him. As the office started at 10, Shirley and others still hadn't arrived. 

At 9.30 my phone rang. My lips curled up into a smile when I saw Alex's number flashing on the screen. He must have finally realized that I was not at home.

I ignored his call. He rang me two more times but I ignored them too.

I shifted my focus back on my work. Exactly at 10, the door of my office rattled open, making me jump in my chair. And guess who appeared from behind the door. 

My husband.     

Unsurprisingly, he looked ready to rip me in two. 

"Throw your phone away if you have no intention of using it," he bit out annoyingly. 

"What happened?" I creased my brow feigning ignorance. 

"Are you blind and deaf both. I called you so many times why the hell were you not answering?" 

"No. I am neither blind nor deaf. I saw your number flashing and heard the phone ringing but I didn't feel like answering. And let me correct you. You just call me three times. Now you can leave," I answered without holding back. I wouldn't have been this rude to him if not for his behavior with me last night. I was still mad at him for leaving me. I was being passive-aggressive.  

In two quick strides, he bounded over to me. He clenched both sides of my hand rests, caging me between his strong arms. I leaned back as he lunged forward while holding my eyes. His eyes pits of lava and breath balls of fire, they burned wherever they hit...in a good way..in an erotic way. He was taking deep breaths in an attempt to control his rage. I should have been afraid of him. In all honesty, a part of me was but another part wanted to calm him down.

So without thinking even once, I took a leap of faith and covered his tensed hands with mine. My blue orbs still locked with his entrancing silver once. He dropped his gaze to our united hands. Confusion crossed his features and miraculously, his grip loosen up. He was still observing our hands when I interlaced my fingers with his. He saw me doing that but didn't jerk away. He just continued looking at our joined hands but my focus was on his breath. Which evened out after a few moments.     

And then he tilted his head up to look at me. He didn't look vexed anymore nor was he confused. There was something else in his eyes. Something foreign. Something that made my heart flutter behind my ribcage, caused butterflies to go amok in my belly, and setting every cell of mine on fire. His penetrating orbs connecting with my soul. My hand uplifted of its own accord as the urge to comfort him overwhelmed me. I didn't know why but I just wanted to comfort him.

I was a little hesitant as I thought he would flinch back but he surprised me when he closed his eyes in total submission. He stayed put, waiting for my touch. Was I dreaming? Couldn't explain in words how I felt at that moment. A smile quivered over my lips that came straight from my heart. 

And then someone flung the door open, snapping us out of our trance.    

A bummer.😉

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