5: Communication
Vidushi's knees began to visibly shake the moment the bathroom door clicked shut.
'I can't do this. I can't. I can't." she shook her head frantically, feeling her vision cloud over with fearful tears.
"You have five minutes Vidushi. You know how patient I am." Parth's voice held no warmth.
She sank down to the cold tiled floor.
'What am I going to do? It's not like he has brought me here against my will and kept me here. I choose it the moment I wanted to escape from..' her eyes closed tightly 'How was I to know the Parth man I was paid to marry would be my Parth. I've just given him more reasons to hate me.'
Vidushi took a look at herself in the mirror.
Her makeup was all smeared thanks to his kiss in the elavator and her mascara was smeared from crying.
She could almost hear Ishika's disapproval in her ear.
Tut tut.
A lady would never ever let ruined makeup stay on her face. Better no makeup than an imperfect one.
Vidushi deposited the clothes on the small stool and proceeeded to wipe her face clean.
The water was ice cold.
Just like the rest of her life promised to be.
She patted her face dry with a white towel. The material was soft and soothing and she couldn't help but sigh.
Parth's eyes used to be like that, warm and welcoming.
Parth's voice used to be like that, honey and comfort.
And now there was only ice in his heart.
"Vidushi." she could hear the impatience in his tone and she hastily pulled the white dress over her head.
She pulled on the sleeveless black dress (the LBD that Ishika had insisted was essential for every woman's wardrobe) and pulled her hair back into a side braid.
There. Presentable.
She forced herself to smile at the mirror.
The reflection smiled back. Almost flawless except for the fearful eyes.
She exhaled, bracing herself, taking a moment to calm herself down.
And then, she opened the door.
He was sitting on the sofa, reading the news.
"Get on the bed and wait for me." he barely looked up, barely acknowledged her."What do you say to me Vidushi?"
She didn't answer, too shocked by the stern tone of his voice. So impersonal.
"On the bed. Before I decide to tie you down for your disobedience." Parth didn't yell. On the contrary, his voice was a controlled hiss.
She all but ran to the bed, climbing up and settling herself as close to the wall as she could.
Minutes went by, the sound of paper being turned the only noise that cut through the silence.
He put down the paper and turned to look at her, his eyes full of mirth.
He got up and walked toward the bed, the smirk on his face betraying his enjoyment.
Vidushi covered her mouth with her hands to keep herself from whimpering but her big, tearful eyes and her quivering body gave her away, expressing everything.
"Are you scared Vidu?" he taunted, moving a step closer.
Her knees were huddled to her chest, she was hugging herself, trying to shield herself from reality.
She closed her eyes and prayed this was a dream.
"Closing your eyes won't make the fear leave." he declared, stating a fact.
She pressed herself closer to the wall.
"Pl..." her throat was dry, her voice faded into a plaintive whimper.
"Pleading never makes the pain leave." the ice in his words made her shiver despite the warm weather.
She closed her eyes tighter.
The bed dipped a little from his weight
"Pa.." her voice turned into a shocked gasp.
"Vidu. Stop hiding." he sounded calmer, softer.
"Wh...what.." she gasped.
"Come here." he grabbed one of her wrists and pulled, making her move closer to him.
He wrapped an arm around her and smiled.
"I'll give you a proper tour of the whole house but first..." he looked at her scared face "Let's talk. 10 years is a lot to catch up on. I want to know everything that happened to you."
"Th..There's not much to tell." She stammered.
He raised an eyebrow and pulled her into his lap. "But I want to know everything and you will tell me."
"How many boyfriends Vidushi? Tell me. And don't lie." His grip on her arm rivaled the warning in his voice.
"O..One." she managed to say.
"How long?" his grip moved to her upper arm
"A..A" she stuttered
"Tell me before I lose my temper." he gritted his teeth, moving his left hand to her waist and squeezing.
Not hard enough to hurt. But enough to make her squeak.
"A year." she bit her lip.
"A bloody year." he hissed.
She could smell danger in the air. Taste it on her tongue.
"It wasn't serious...I broke up with him, he never..he never." she gulped
"Did he kiss you?" Parth's growl made her freeze
She nodded.
"And then you broke up with him. He stalked you. Made sure you did not have another boyfriend..." Parth smirked.
"H...how..." she bit her tongue.
Ofcourse. Rehaan.
"I should send Varun Khanna a token of my appreciation for acting as your body guard. Warding off all the unnecessary advances from other douchebags." Parth smirked. "And making sure my wife to be came to me herself even if that makes her nothing but a money hungry golddigger"
Parth pushed her off his lap, making her land on the mattress.
Gold digger. Ofcourse he thought of her as a money hungry wicked witch. How could he not?
"Parth...can't you...can't you forgive me? Please? I'll do anything" she touched his shoulder lightly.
"You will do everything I say anyway." his words shook her. "And enjoy every bit of it."
The implied meaning in it made her shudder.
"You will enjoy every kiss" Parth brushed his lips over her lips
"Every mark" he ran his thumb over the bitemark he'd left on her neck.
She let out a small gasp at the pain.
"Every touch" he slipped his hand into her dress and caressed her knee.
She bit back her gasp this time.
"Every..." his voice was husky and breathless and full of promise.
She willed herself to not react.
"I can see the fear in your eyes sweetheart. Fear and anticipation. You want me as much as I want you. Don't be ashamed or scared. Wanting is natural. I won't hold it against you." he smirked. "But do you want me for me or for the luxury I will give you?"
Shame washed over her.
"I love this. Love watching you all red and squirming." he chuckled "You are pretty. A pretty backstabber but nonetheless pretty. And your blush makes you even prettier."
She didn't know what to say. She didn't know if she was supposed to say anything.
"You learn fast. A little too fast for my taste. Where is the fiesty hellcat I was promised?" he frowned. "Where are your taunts Vidushi?"
She paled. If she taunted him he'd punish her no doubt. With his harsh words and maybe even...
"I'd hit you?" his frown deepened "I have better manners thanks to you Vidushi. I know a lady is not to be used as a punching bag. Sure I'd kiss you breathless and do other things to you but I will not hit you."
She wanted to scream. Hadn't he just manhandled her in the lift? Wasn't he threatening her since she'd stepped into his house? And he promised not to hit her?
She couldn't help the scoff that left her.
She looked up at him, sure that he'd be red with anger.
Instead, he had a smile on his face "That's my girl."
He was happy she was scoffing at him? Her confusion was all over her face, from the confusion in her eyes, the frown on her lips and the tiny wrinkle between her eyebrows.
"I'll tolerate your sassiness as long as you don't deliberately disrespect me." Parth explained "There is a reason I accepted you unlike all the countless gifts I've rejected without a second thought."
The reduction of her existence to a mere toy made her fear burn away and rage took its place.
"So that is all I am to you? A source of entertainment that will provide you your daily quota of whatever you demand? A gift? That's it?" Vidushi yelled, glaring at him in disbelief and disgust.
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Oh. Oh.
Didn't really see Sassdushi come up when BratParth is here. Dang. This fic will still be Dark and Delicious I promise. I was getting sick of Victim and Passive Vidushi. And trust me, Parth was getting sick of it too.
Also, Rehaan and Ishika, I don't know if they will come up in this SS. If they do, they will not cause trouble. ViDarth are trouble enough for each other.
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