I sat on the bed waiting for my husband as it's my first night. Maids decorated the bed beautifully with the garlands of jasmine and petals of a rose. In the centre of the bed, they arranged red rose petals and jasmines in the form of love shape. I got married to Mr Vihaan just a few hours ago. I scanned the room. It is lavish with imported rosewood furniture and rarest paintings to the wall. I didn't find a single photo of him or his family. Doesn't he like relationships and bonding? Or does Vihaan shift to this house after the marriage? I should wait for the answers.

I wiped the sweat on my forehead. I felt the sensation of nausea and my both hands shivered lightly. Maybe this is common for every newlywed girl on her first night. A smile blended with shyness spread over my lips. Only then I realised how situations made me forgot to smile long back. However, I have no complaints.

My aunt and uncle treated me as a maid. However, I always worked thinking that they are my parents. They are the one who raised me after my parents' death. I am grateful to them for teaching me household works. I am a modern girl who knew how to manage her home without depending on any maid. This is one side of me.

I said I am a modern girl because I am well educated and expert in using today's technology. I work as a child psychologist to juvenile prisoners. Juvenile prisoners are those who lost their sensibility because of many reasons and became a threat to society at a very tender age. I am striving to bring back the lost sensibility in them through my counselling.

I found happiness even in small things. I loved to dance in the rain. The smell of soil wet with raindrops fascinated me. I felt blissful when a cool breeze passes through me. I enjoyed looking at stars and moon in the dark sky. I forgot myself while watching colourful butterflies. Behind becoming a beautiful colourful butterfly, the struggle of cocoon inspires me. It's not easy for a cocoon to come out of its shell and become a butterfly. If we observe the nature, it stored many things that inspire us.

I can do many things though not everything. I am a child psychologist by profession. I withstood a mini-World War to become the psychologist in spite of my uncle's hatred for me. I am an expert at operating any smartphone and a system either PC or laptop. I inspired people with poems and stories. I counselled people on life problems. I designed a blog where I teach teenage girls and boys about the importance of life and career. I volunteered for an NGO which works for rape victims. This is another side of me.

I didn't know about my husband much. I just heard that he is a billionaire and head of Vihaan Heymonds Group of Industries. I saw him only twice -once on engagement day and then in marriage. I worried the least about his status or looks. What all matters to me are his attitude and character.

Vihaan PoV:

I ordered the third bottle of wine in the bar. I finished off two by now. I drunk the third bottle in one go. I removed the tie hanging in my neck and the blazer. I started from there and went to the parking lot. I pressed the button of the remote to open the door of the car. I sat in the car and drove it towards my house.

I am Vihaan, the head of Vihaan Heymonds Group of Industries. I love girls, frankly their physique. Until now, I enjoyed the beauty of many girls. Girls fall for me just for one look. However, I never allowed any girl to enter my life permanently. The destiny planned the other way for me and today, and I got married to the daughter of my one and only enemy.

I had no plans for marriage. However, unfortunately, I got married. That too to a girl about whom I know nothing. She didn't deserve me. She is not rich. She is not beautiful. She is not educated. She is not as intelligent as I am. Not beautiful to my eyes. Not educated as her family said. Not intelligent because she married a beast like me. She is my DISGUSTING WIFE. I married her with hatred.

She deserves my hatred as she was born in that family. She will be my prey tonight. She will be my slave forever. I will show her what her place in my life tonight is. I will teach her how a slave needs to behave. My game is going to start in which; she is my toy. A smile occupied my lips imagining her miserable situation tonight.

While waiting for my husband, my phone rang disturbing me from my thoughts. It's my best friend, Roma. I always wished to have a sister like her. She cares for me a lot. I smiled and received the call.

"Hello, Roma!"

"Hi, How are you, sweetheart? Are you ok?" Roma asked concerned about me.

"Just before three hours, we met in my marriage. What will happen to me in this short time, darling?" I said, smiling.

"I never expected that your uncle would get you married to a billionaire like Vihaan. There must be something hidden, which we need to know. Please be careful, Aarti."

"Sure dear. I will be careful," I said slowly.

I heard the footsteps of someone outside the room. I disconnected the call and turned to the other side. Someone opened and slammed the door making me jump in fear.

"What are you doing?" I heard a bitter strong masculine voice. I understood it is Vihaan even without glancing at him. Why is he angry? As far as I know, I didn't do anything wrong. What happened to this man?