Ananya Rathore was rich, but no one valued her in the house . She was a princess without a crown . Her aunt and uncle decided her marriage with one of the Head of the Guard Son.

Ananya didn't argue , she didn't say anything because if she spoke one word against them , they would beat the shit out of her.

For the world she is a brat , but no one knows her heart is a pure soul.

Now she was sitting in her room , with a simple maroon lehenga dressed like a bride ready to marry the person she has no idea about .

She nervously looked at the mirror every now and then , her chubby body is always criticized by her aunt. But she never cared. Because it's a part of her and she embraces it fully .

"Come fast , You Whore.! " Her aunt said cruel words to her. Ananya being the kindest soul didn't even dare to correct her aunt that she isn't some whore . She is just like a normal human like them.

She stood up and walked behind her aunt . Vasundara was always cruel to Ananya , the moment her parents died in a car accident everything has changed . She was literally working as a maid in her own house . Others think she is living a lavish life .

A man stood there in a beige kurta talking to her uncle . Everyone exchanged the glances , but Ananya's head was still stuck on the ground . Unable to look at her surroundings.

The marriage happened between them , like it was just a ritual to be completed to enter the hell. Her hands were playing with her dupatta, she gulped and closed her eyes for a second , before suddenly collapsing onto Madhur.

🪼🪼 ANANYA POV:-

I felt something poking me , a sharp pain shot my stomach like someone was kicking me there ,I arched my back and opened my eyes suddenly.

Everything was blur , I couldn't understand what was going on for a second but I found someone massaging my hands .

"Who are you? " I said in a low voice.

He was in his while shirt and formal pants , is he a doctor ? But aunt doesn't call doctor when I fall sick. And I don't think this is our house too ? . Have i been kidnapped.

The realisation makes me churn inside . I look at him angrily.

"Cool down I am Madhur . " He said. Now who the heck is Madhur ? Why is he behaving like we are some friends and I know him .

I narrow my eyes at him and close my eyes at the sharp pain.

"The doctor said you have fainted because you haven't eaten anything properly.I will bring you some food so you can eat okay ? . Stay here." He said and went outside the room .

I tried to peek but it only resulted in more dizziness.

I tried to remember what happened and where am I ? But nothing seemed to work .so I just laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

'You are going to marry Ramesh's Elder Son. His name is Madhur'. A faint voice erupted my space

My marriage . Marriage. Madhur. Son of Ramesh uncle. Your husband. Every words in my brain where were scattered started to connect altogether.

My mouth went open and i rolled off from the bed. I saw the time I looked at the person who is cooking . He is my husband ? . I gulped and went towards him .

"What are you doing?" I ask him , not understanding why is he caring towards a person he never met?.

"Why did you get off the bed . Go sleep for sometime I'll bring you the dinner. " He told me with concerned eyes .

Concern .... That's something which isn't for me . No one ever showed me those eyes , no one never cared .

I looked away by the sudden kindness shown towards me.

I go to the room unable to understand what's going on in my life. The person whom I have never seen till this year of my life is caring about me. And the people I stayed my childhood over , were never even a bit concerned .

The overwhelming behaviour had me at the end , making my eyes teary.

I heard a soft knock on the door and I quickly wiped my tears away . I tried to look at him properly .

He is so tall. Taller than Aditya. He is looking like a Kangaroo. But I am so short . I look away from him feeling the dominant energy from him.

He kept the plate on the table and bent to my level I blinked my eyes rapidly not knowing what to do.

His left hand reached towards my chin and I closed my eyes quickly. Is he going to slap me ? .

"Are you fine ? " He asked me.

Am I fine ? . I ask this question to myself a lot more times than he did.

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A/N

This would be something different I would be writing on. I thought of a particular genre when I was feeling a bit out of universe and i thought why not give it a chance to write .

I would be only updating this story here in scrollstack there would be no publishing this in other apps like Wattpad and inkitt . So make sure you follow me here.

With love ,

Samikshaaa .