Love of my life

ve of your life. What if he

hi'

th a stranger... or should I say... my husband? I noticed the king-sized bed in the room was highly decorated. I have never understood the concept of decorating the bed with flowers. It just made me more anxious. There were some f

ut when you think of having an apple, life gives you a lemon which is what exactly happened in my life. I didn't know anything about

girl wants, they can get to know each other in the limited time they have been given. This marriage was held without my consent. I just said yes for the sake of my parents. They have been through a lot becaus

e without knowing what to do. I didn't even care to see who was coming inside. 'Hopefully, I think it's my husband.' He walked towards the bed and sat on the other

He was stammering. I can't believe that he came here drunk. For

am drunk. My friends forced me to, as it was

your clothes and lie down I will finish whatev

y 'is he talking for sure or is this some kind of stupid pran

urst into tears with this unexpected statement from a stranger who happens to be

ants to. So he came closer to me and tried to touch me.

the other way around and started walking towards me. This time he blocked the way with his hands on both sides so that I couldn't run

bout this life with me but remember this I don't make love to you and I don't want that. I just want to fuck you for the sake of my family so that you will give my parents a grandchild and

s well and he was forced to marry me. Whatever the reason could

that was different. He was my husband, and he has all the rights to touch me. It's just... it was not what I expected when I entered thi

his patience and started kissing me forcefully. I pushed him away, sat there on the floor, and started crying more, thinking why it was ha

lieved that sex was an outcome of unconditional love. We must cherish one another to make love to each other. Sex is not just fucking, it should be the combination of love, lust, respect, and care you have for

if he tries to pull that stunt again? But he didn't seem to notice me. He went straight to bed and slept. I didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. I lied down on the very place like

It didn't feel like a dream. So I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't open them because of all that crying. I could feel my eyes

ll that crying and I was sleepy too. I closed my eyes to adjust to the light

st him. I was half sleepy and half tired to use more strength to push him away. So I decided to do nothing and

Noticing I was awake, he looked down at me with concern. For a second, our ey

on the bed, caressed my cheeks and kissed my forehead, and sa