His Innocent bride

Abhimanyu’s POV I grabbed her arms, dragged her into our room, and pushed her against the wall. My hands clutched her waist as she tried to push me away, but her delicate frame was no match for my strength. She turned to leave, but I caught her hand tightly, refusing to let go. Never in my life did I imagine I would behave like a devil with my fragile doll. But she takes me for granted. I craved her presence, her love, yet she wanted to walk away from me for that very reason. I tightened my grip on her hand. She shut her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. A part of me wanted to stop, but not today. Not Abhimanyu. “Enough is enough! Open your eyes, damn it, and give me my answer. Tell me—what do you think of yourself? Do I look mad to you? You stubborn little girl with that tiny head!” I spat out in one breath, staring at her trembling figure. She looked terrified, and guilt pricked at me, but I silenced it. Not today. “You will not step out of this room. Do you understand? If you do, I’ll hurt myself…” My voice dropped into a dangerous tone, and her shocked eyes widened. I leaned closer, my words sharp and final. “Try me, Mrs. Aarohi Abhimanyu Singh Shekhawat.” ---