un contrat de mariage

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

{BELA}

Having a lover, a lovable husband is every girl's little dream, but having a man who cherishes every bit of you is hard to find.
The day after my lovely wedding, I woke up only to find my potraits all around the room.  Me working in the office, me talking with Marsha, me smiling at something, me cooking in the kitchen for the first time, me having coffee with him and so much more.
I was shocked would be an understatement.

And as I turned to find my answers, I saw him snoring slightly. No doubt he saw his secret getting revealed and now is faking sleep, so as to avoid the confrontation that would prove him a 'lover boy'.

I was giggling to myself at the thought of 'Mahir Sehgal', the owner of a chain of hotels worldwide, a top businessman of Britain, the most ruthless man known, is a 'lover boy'. And I couldn't help but feel proud that I am the reason.
I decided not to demand answers, but to make best out of it and so I went to take a bath.

I got out of the bed and left for our room at the second floor, because that's where my clothes are.
But this man, kept on pretending to be asleep.
Coward!
I came down to the dining table after having a long hot shower, to wash my body of weariness, where Marsha was already serving him a coffee.
"Good morning Marsha!", I said basically to announce my presence.
"Good morning dear. Coffee!?"
"Yes please!"
She went in the kitchen and there I was left alone with him on the table.
He didn't bother to look up and as I stared at him, I saw a tint of pink on his cheek.
But I decided to play along.
"Marsha!" , I called as she was in kitchen, "I don't know what's with men acting all stone, when all they are a jellyfish inside."
Marsha giggled, "What did Mahir do now!?"
I laughed at that, "You know...he...he...!", I couldn't stop laughing.
And just as I calmed down, Mahir coughed.
"Marsha...I told you about the leave today. We have had breakfast, now you can go. We'll be leaving in an hour. Just take care of my mansion and yourself."
He smiled at Marsha, who blessed him and went to the out house.
I furrowed my eyebrows at him, "Where are we going!?"
"Honeymoon!", He replied and then walked to the third floor.

{MAHIR}

Bela can be very notorious at times.
Instead of the reaction I expected her to give, she was making fun of me.
I reached to the room, where we made love last night. Obviously to clean in it up. Because I can't show my obsession over my wife to the maids out there.
Ruffled sheets, fallen duvet, my t-shirt lying on floor, all were proofs of last night, and I couldn't help but smile.
I headed towards the vanity, to pick up my phone and dialled Alice.
"Alice! Take care of all the stuff and plan my schedule after ten days. Call me when there's some dead emergency otherwise Thomas is there to help you out..Take care of yourself and everything! Bye!"

As I finished talking my eyes drifted to a bluish mark peeping through my t-shirt.
I exposed the area to check what it is, and found out it to be a nail scratch.
Memories from last night became fresh.
We made love at least three to four times!
She was in utter pain. So much that she dug her nails in my skin.
My heart dropped.
I didn't even ask her how she's feeling.
I am such a jerk!
With no second thought, I ran downstairs.

She was not in the dining room.
She must be in the bedroom.
I, in a blink of an eye, reached there.
"Bela! Where are you!?"
I heard her finally humming songs to herself.
I reached her and hugged her from behind.
She gasped at my sudden act.
"How are you feeling Bela!? I am sorry! I am a jerk! I didn't ask you if your body is still hurting. You must be sore! Oh my God! I should call the doctor! How will you walk!? Damn!"