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                                         Aaradhya

Rage.

I feel insane rage inside me right now.

I want to kill someone.

I want to kill hredhaan.

But it’s not like I have a choice.

Could that asshole uncle of mine not have given the papers to some other friend of his?

Are all these asshole men friends with each other?

Hredhaan and his friends.

Manohar uncle and his friends.

So it’s a universal thing?

Huh.

All men should be shot dead.

Feeling the need to call that guy but not having it in me to deal with him have been my constant two moods from yesterday.

I look up from my chair and ask god.

Why god why?

Why always me?

Have you saved every problem for me?

Parcel few problems to my neighbors, relatives and business rivals who keep irritating the shit out of me.

Give some of them to that jerk hredhaan too.

I officially hate that man.

I am supposed to meet that fucker’s family today and he has ordered me to specifically dress up in a traditional fit saree.

If he didn’t own those papers and specially my letter I would have strangled this same saree around his neck without any hesitation the moment he handed it over to me.

It’s seven in the morning and here I am struggling with the plates of this long trial saree which I am learning to wear before wearing the original one because that asshole ordered me to so.

The way you draped your saree on the farewell party day wasn’t proper.

Wasn't proper my ass.

He didn’t object on my saree not being draped properly when he was busy undraping it in the basement.

Bloody horny fucker.

Revenge taker doesn’t even know it was ready made saree which didn’t require complete draping compared to the original one.

I should have been in my office working over my other projects. I even had to ask my secretary to cancel all the meetings and re schedule them after few days because of my marriage.

Everyone is going to know today anyways so there is no point in hiding and it’s not like marriage is something to flaunt about to people.

I remember hearing my secretary gasp from the other side hearing about my marriage refusing to believe it. Same piya same I don’t believe it either.

First of all I don’t understand why he would want to marry me when he hates me? There are other ways to ruin someone and keep them helpless but still he chose marriage.

Men stop marrying the women you hate challenge.

Such a dumbass.

Why would he want to ruin his own life by getting married to me?

Marrying me is suicidal and injurious to health.

If I was to plan against someone I would make sure even that persons shadow doesn’t know it was I who ruined them.

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