CAGED : Life In Marital Aviary [On Hold]

Prologue

Hi! I'm Parijat, Parijat Singhania. My mom named me after a flower seeing my fair, soft, smooth skin with rosy hue...

But I grew up as a bird, not a flower.  Never had I wished to be the ornamentation in a drawing room, delicately kept in a flower vase. Rather I wanted to fly. Alas! God fulfilled my wish,but in a twisted way.

In my dreams I wanted to fly on my own wings. But destiny decided to send Neel Kapoor to clip my wings instead, and I flew far away from my motherland, in an aircraft. I was not a bird any more, but could I stay as Parijat too? I guess not.

For flower too wilts, if it's not cherished, not watered, or been stepped over mercilessly. Mr Neel Kapoor, my rich, hot, handsome husband was doing it all. He said he loved me. But is love enough for a girl to survive? If that love demanded to sacrifice your identity as a human? If that love worshipped your body, but rampaged your soul?

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I'm Neel Kapoor.

People tell the word "manners" is absent in my dictionary. Being the only heir of Kapoor empire, arrogance and pride are part of me, and I'm not ashamed to admit it at all. I'm used to get what I desire, by hook or by crook. If something or someone is unwanted and loathed by me I don't hesitate a bit to remove it from my way...

My wife Parijat... Yes I love her, but I hate her free spirit... What a wife is supposed to do, tell me? She should stay at home, manage household, attend my parties and tend to my demands... I'm her husband, why should anything or anyone else will matter for her? So I've to show Pari her real place on daily basis... That she's my property, and my property is a restricted area, sealed with barbed wire...

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It seems I've gone crazy. I'm struggling with my 2 stories yet started another. It's not any fanfiction though.

This story will be simple. I'll post it really slow . Hope someone of  you'll find interest in it. I assure you the outcome is not going to be predictable.

Love,
S. Dyuti