"Haseena sirf 18 saal ki h dad. Aap yeh shaadi kaise Kara sakte ho , it's not even legal" santu shouted at her father. "Mujhe zyada kanun sikhane ki zarurat nahi h , i very well know what i have done" Mr Singh retorted back.
"Mujhe karishma ke liye jo sahi laga , maine wahi Kiya , uske bhale ke liye kiya" Mr Singh justified his action. Santu laughed sarcastically and said "bhala , yeh bhalai h , aapne Krish bro ki shaadi unki marzi ke khilaf Haseena se Kara di. Aapko yeh bhalai lagti h. Aapko pata tha , ki bro is shaadi se kabhi khush nahi rahange phir bhi aapne yeh kiya. "
"Tumhe Krish ki chinta kerne ki koi zarurat nahi h , maine uske liyebest chuna h, yeh shaadi kara ker kuch galat nahi kiya h." Mr Singh said turning his back towards his daughter. Santu just came aheadand slowly turned her father's face towards her and said looking into his eyes " mujhe chinta bro ki nahi h dad , Haseena ki h" her voice was low and serious. Mr Singh said holding her shoulder "mujhe karishma pe bharosa h , vo Haseena ke saath kabhi kuch galat nahi karegi". He said and started leaving the room.
"Bharosa mujhe bhi h dad , per sirf bro pe...lakin agar bro , bro rahehi na to" at this he turned towards her once more and santu continued" aapko to pata h na ki vo kaun ...nahi vo kya h , yeh to jante h na aap" Mr Singh had nothing to say somewhere he knew what santu was saying was not completely wrong. "Kaash mom yaha hoti dad. Vo bro ke dard ko zarur samajhti. Vo hoti to sab accha hota. Kaash mom yaha hoti."
"Just go to your room and sleep santu. No more talks." Mr Singhyelled at her and santu ran with tears in her eyes to her room.
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Haseena's pov -
Hi! I am a painter and i really love painting....arghhh what am I evensaying. Actually i am hell nervous right now and when i am nervous i just speak anything coming to my mouth. By the way , i really love painting , it's not just my hobby but a passion. And i am as always not so perfect in this as well. But when i see beautiful pieces of arts, i just get lost in there beauty and just want to learn the technique of it .
Aahhh! I am really speaking anything.
Hey i forgot to tell you. I just got MARRIED today. Despite being just 18 , but my parents didn't force me it was my own decision andit's a long story , we'll tell you some other time.
Speaking of the person i am married to....Karishma singh ...i just met her once before marriage and that too when we both didn'tknow that in next one month we will get married. Speaking of whenI met her , honestly i found her really rude, arrogant, introvert andmean and you know on our first-coincidencial meet what she said 'just have a night with me and I'll give you what you want' ...disgusting was the first word which came to my mind after listening to her views. I am really scared of her from that time. And ironicallyi am married to her now.
Right now , i have changed my wedding outfit into tees andtrousers and i am sitting on the bed of the room which i suppose is her. It is a nice room but everything here is all dark. I mean seriously nothing light coloured... everything so dark just like her personality.
I am really scared to hell , and so so nervous right now. I don't haveany idea about anything of the person i am married to. Her behaviour scares the shit out of me.
And cherry on top of the cake , my mother's words before the bidai ceremony was held are roaming continuously in my mind making me more nervous. I remember she had called me in the room before bidai and said,
"Beta sun, agar aaj raat Karishma ji koi line cross kerne ki koshishkare , pahle meri puri baat sun , ya tere karib aane ki koshis kare tounhe pyaar se samjhana ki tu chhoti h , tu issab ke liye tayar nahi habhi , samjhi ?"
"Aur aagar vo na sune to ?" A scared Haseena asked.
" To aapne partner ko khush rakhna Tera dharm h , vo jo chahe ,jisse unhe khushi mile , vo unhe dedena ,hmmm?"
I can't even tell you how nervous i am. I am really scared right now..what should I do....
Haseena's pov ends.
Just then the room door opened and then closed. Haseena saw Karishma in a black tshirt and trousers approaching her. She came really close to her and just sat infront of her on the bed. "Karishmaji.." Haseena gasped as karishma's hands touched her cheeks and she came more closer.
She brought her face closer to Haseena's and huskily whispered in her ears"call me Krish". Haseena despite being really nervous gathered some courage and held her hands in hers and looking into her eyes said " Krish..please humari baat suniye , hum.. humari age nahi h utni ... Hum is sab ke liye tayar nahi h , please mat kariye aisa Krish please" after finishing Haseena looked at Krish with her pleading eyes waiting for her response but instead of answering Karishma nuzzled her face in the crook of her neck. Haseena gasped , she wanted to push her but Karishma held both of her hands , "Krish nahi , please Krish nahi" Haseena requested as she felt her lips touch the skin of her neck. But Karishma tightened the grip on her hands pinning it above her head on the headrest. She began placing trials of wet kisses on her neck , Haseena was really not prepared for it. "Krish mat kariye na , please. Chod dijiye hume please" Haseena was pleading again and again but Krish was not listening to her.
Slowly Karishma made her lay on the bed ...very slowly as her lips continued to kiss and bite her neck. Tears formed in Haseena'seyes , she was feeling helpless. "Krish nahi please...jane dijiyena...aisa mat kariye..hum tayar nahi h"
It was as if Karishma was not listening to her, she slowly started removing her tshirt. "Krish nahi aahh....Krish please nahi aaa"Haseena started crying and moaning feeling her lips go down to her cleavage. Despite of all her pleadings and requests Krish finally threw her shirt away..........
Hello people i am back... actually really soon. 😅And it was this soon on the request of someone really special 😉.
About the part just want to say... don't make any perceptionsright now... it's just the begining 🙃 and tell me how is thestory...in the comments 🤗
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FanfictionA paranormal love story. "I am the monster that breathing men would kill. I am a Dracula" The story of chuhiya and her cute khadoos. Sometimes love is a sacrifice. The vampire's love asks the ultimate question - is love stronger than death?
