He Forcefully Made Me His Wife

A fiction story

Bhavnaa Narula
ILLUMINATION

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The doorbell rings and Mayank opens the door.

Me: ‘’Hey, hi.’’

Mayank: ‘’Hey, hi. Come on in. Arey you are all drenched, wait I’ll get a towel for you.’’

I was not happy with the decision I had just made to seek shelter at Mayank’s place but what choice did I have? It was raining bloody heavy outside. All the areas were flooded up to the chest.

The transportation systems had stopped. Phone networks were jammed. People were running to save their lives. This was the best bet I had. But it didn’t have to be so bad because Mayank stayed with his parents.

He will not do anything wrong in their presence. That thought gave me a sense of relief.

Mayank: (snaps his fingers in front of my face) ‘’Oh Madam, where are you lost? Here, take this towel and dry yourself up and fast, or else you will fall sick.’’

Me: ‘’Mayank, I don’t know how to thank you for this.’’

Mayank: ‘’Make love to me and we will call it even.’’

Me: ‘’What?’’

Mayank: ‘’Haha. Just look at your face. Of course, I am kidding yaar. What is wrong with you? Stop overthinking.’’

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Bhavnaa Narula
ILLUMINATION

I am a dancer who writes what her heart dictates. My Insta ID- theaquarianparadise/ thedancingparadise28