Jay's POV:
Even if I was a strong independent women, I had fantasies around my wedding day.
It was supposed to be as chaotic as me.
No flashes just me and my loving husband. But the matter of the fact was I had only a husband not a loving one ofcourse.
Somehow this big mansion suffocated something inside me, the fake love already choking me.I craved for love ever since I could remember.
I wanted to be cherished, not just infront of the media and reporters but when nobody else noticed.
We could live good as housemates. But why does only he has rules to our seal.
I am equally a part of it with my consent. I don't stay back like a good girl just because he told me to. If I am limited to boundaries, so should he be too.
I changed into a normal outfit, a floral light dress that tug around me as if made just for me, my wedding diamond still shining on my finger.
I stepped out for lunch. A huge dinning set up for two people. One out of it acted as if I was invisible. I fake coughed to get attention. We were seated on the same table but it looked like he was miles afar.
He sensed my tension and said without looking at me, "Anything wrong?"
" I just wanted to say something.. more of like add something."
" Yes please I am listening." He said again without looking at me.
I took a deep breath, "First of all If I don't want you to interfere in my matters like you did that day. I can take care of myself. I always have done that, you don't need to look around for me distracting yourself from other important matters."
Obviously this wasn't the reason. I was afraid of attachment.
The way my heart strings played when someone spoke for me was electrifying. And I still wanted us to say hi when we saw each other not me running away heartbroken.
Well his eyes twitched and all he said was a simple, "We will see." That too without meeting my eyes. Anger surged through me
" And second of all if I say something fucking look at me. I am a human and would like to be treated like one, not like some auto computer generated system."I slammed my hands on the table,grabbed an apple and walked away. This time him finally looking at my shadow disappearing and me slapping his gaze away.
Such a fucker! I don't like people deliberately ignoring me. Can't he live more lively. He makes me feel like I have been kidnapped here as a hostage.
I checked my schedule with my manager Rakki. Well mostly I gossiped with her about my newly founded grumpy husband whom I would like to dig into his grave.
"Such an asshole treatment." She commented on my entire story.
She is the only one I told about the actual reason of marriage after Aries and Percy. She is not only my manager but also my best friend.
"I know right, I just want to slap him instead of the table top. Poor table got punished for its owner." I said fisting my fist.
"Well fuck that owner, just see the news headline.. your ex looks like 100 bees stung him at once." She pointed at the newspapers spread over the bed.
"ofcourse he would be.. his stocks fell to some really great speed that I don't know… its all over. The great businessman Aliston cheated on former girlfriend."
"Well well I saw something really important too,Someone had eyes for you.. what was his name? Yeah Ci-N Peralta ! He was constantly looking at you. One more stare and I could imagine you guys in bed." I remarked.
She threw a pillow on my face.
"Calm down Rakki. No violence please."
She blushed and laughed together. Atleast in all this chaos I still had someone to laugh with.
"I should have contract marriage with you instead of him.. hes.. hes too boring."
Keifer's POV:
I deliberately gave her a room which was easily seen from mine.
Her's on the ground floor so that I could keep my eyes on her everytime I leave or come home. She was inside with her equally weird best friend Rakki. And I could hear their giggles upto my floor.
I slammed my laptop close. The way she spoke to me on dinning table, it felt like she had some cage on me and could anytime handcuff me to lockup.
Her hips swayed perfectly well when she walked away. This. This is the reason I don't look at her. Cause I can't look away once do look at her.
I peeked into her room, she was celebrating her victory like some penguin relaxing on frozen lake. Her laugh so bright, so wide.. somehow it played something inside. Her innocence creeping the calmness out of me and then she said that. I was boring? Am I?
Only if I showed you my non boring sight, you would not have said that.
And about not interfering. On your matters? That isn't happening anytime soon.