----Atif's POV----
Thankfully, it was just my mom walking in that day.
I haven't spoken to Shyama yet, nor do I want to.
Today is our pre-wedding shoot. I chose to wear a colored suit instead of black so nobody would tell her to match me.
I sat stunned when she walked out wearing the same color.
How does she do this?
I unlocked the car so she can sit inside.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I said and the rest of the ride was silent.
We met with our photographer who told us what would be happening and which pose would be done where.
The 1st 1 was of us sitting in a car with the top down and holding Starbucks cups with drinks.
Then he took an individual one of her and then one of me.
All I knew was I didn't want to do anything romantic, but I knew that wasn't going to work.
The next one was a close up on her ring, but we had to be holding hands. Can't he just take the picture?
"Okay," he said. "This is what I want the next one to look like."
He showed us the picture.
I'm not going to be that clothes to her, but I didn't have a choice.
We did the pose & he clicked the picture.
We took a few more before we were done.
I started to leave & realized she wasn't with me.
What the hell is she doing on her phone? Doesn't she want to go home?
"Hey, we can go now," I said.
She looked up at me.
"You go. I'm getting a ride," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
If anyone finds out then?
Nope! She's coming with me.
"Because I know you don't want this," she said.
Good!
"But I do," she said to herself but I heard it.
That's too bad.
I grabbed her arm & dragged her to the car.
"Stop it! You are hurting me!" She yelled.
I slammed her against the side.
"This is just the start. You hurt me & I'm going to get revenge," I said.
"Oh & if you even think of telling anyone, I will make your life a living nightmare. You mean nothing to me. You are just my wife for the public & in front of dad," I said.
I don't know what got into me & at least she knows.
"Now get in," I said and she did.
Shyama's POV
I didn't cry in front of him. I needed to be strong.
So, this was going to be my second failed marriage. Why me? What did I ever do?
I cried so much when I was home.
If I don't marry him, who knows what he will do.
I have to do this, for my family and for myself.