Fate

Epilogue.

Ayesha.

"Rey!"

"Oww!"

"You idiot!"

"What did I do?"

"That's the problem! You don't know what you did!" I exclaimed and he grinned wickedly when I pulled my hair to my other shoulder revealing the other side of my neck to him

I fumed in raw anger as I lifted my lehenga and stomped in his direction
"You," I pointed a finger at him as I stepped in his direction and he stepped back

"Think, you're smart?" My voice was screeching to my own ears and he nodded hesitatingly

"No, you're not!" I hissed through my gritted teeth
"How do I sit before the holy fire with this?" I narrowed my eyes at him and he blinked

"People who have sex aren't allowed to get married?" He asked me and my face got lit on fire. What do I say now? Anything!

"You broke all the damn rituals and have the audacity to say that?" I stepped forward and he stepped back

"Wait, what rituals?" He asked as his back got pressed against the wall and my fingers was poked in the middle of his chest

"We weren't supposed to see each other after haldi, but here you are, snuck inside my room." I hissed and he rolled his eyes

"As if you aren't my wife already. And this is our room, where else do I go?" He said and I had nothing to say. I blinked at him but then felt a frown reappearing on my face

"That doesn't justify these marks." I argued and his arms came around my waist before he reversed our positions. The finger I had pointed on him curled and I gripped his kurta in my fist

"What exactly is the problem, munchkin? These marks or breaching of rituals?" He asked as his fingers got a hold of my nape and thumb caressed those marks drawing a hiss from me

"Or maybe you just wanted to pick a fight?" His grip tightened and eyebrows raised while I was left thinking the same

"Right, I don't know." I mumbled and it was his turn to look surprised. He chuckled and that voice did something to my insides.

"What's with this moody behaviour these days?" He asked me while his  eyes flickered between my lips and my eyes, and I shrugged but I felt oddly irritated

"PMS?" I answered, and my voice was unsure and he captured my lips in a kiss, my irritation got channeled into that kiss which was meant to be sweet. The reason to this peaked irritation was that I lied and he surprisingly didn't catch it.

He caressed my head with his hand that was wrapped around my waist bringing the energies I radiated down, be it positive or negative. His lips, however did fireworks. They matched the pace I was setting and he didn't utter a word of disapproval when I went fast or immediately slowed down.

We parted from the kiss and he simply stared at me for a long minute before he clicked his tongue

"It's definitely not PMS." He caught it? I shrugged pretending to almost not know what he spoke about

"What it is then?" I asked him and he raised his eyebrows as if it was an unsaid challenge to me to continue this drama

"Nothing." He said as if he wasn't sure of what he was saying himself and I gave him a soft push to avoid the situation, and he lifted me up in his arms making me shriek

"Woman?" He scowled at me and I giggled at his troubled voice
"I'm fifteen kilograms heavier, Rey!" I stated and he hummed as if my weight wasn't straining him. He quietly stepped inside the closet.