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💍Married

Slave💍

💎I was sold but I got married

💫An Indian romance story💫

 

 

 

💋 Episode 04 💋

Simitra’s Pov:

“SHE’S GOING NOWHERE” A voice said from behind and we turned around.

To my greatest surprise, it was my father in-law Mr Singh.

“Father?” I said in shock

“I said she’s going nowhere… She is the mother of the heir” He said as anger burnt through me.

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I stared at scared Krishna who bowed her head in fear.

I stared at her with so much disgust.

“No father.. I can’t let her marry my husband” I said as I rolled my eyes.

“You have no say in this Simitra… She will remain in this house and gives the family what both you and Pavitra are unable to give the family” He said with a bold voice.

My father in-law had always been like that!

Everyone does whatever he wants and he doesn’t tolerate.

Gosh!

I hate this man a lot.

Now am standing right under the sun…

Am sure my complexion is darkening.

I quickly wiped off my tears and rushed into the mansion giving Krishna a dangerous look.

“Aargghhh….” I yelled as I entered the room.

I wish I never bought that good for nothing girl.

She’s nothing but trouble for me.

I can’t believe I bought a wife for my husband.

Isn’t that shocking 😲😲

 

Krishna’s Pov:

I was dumbfounded.

Does this mean that am finally going to be a landlady?

This is really ridiculous…

A slave now married to her mistress’s husband.

I gulped nervously as Mr Singh walked closer to me.

He patted my back and smiled.

“Get into the mansion… You have to be reformed” Mr Singh said and I became gobsmacked.

“Sir?” I said trying to make sure I heard him right.

“Get into the mansion” He ordered as I rushed in.

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I looked into the mirror and watched the makeup artist apply makeup on my face.

I wore a very expensive golden bangles…..

I can’t believe my eyes!

Is this really me in the mirror?

Am I this gorgeous?

I laughed innermindedly…..

Life revolves….

 

Simitra’s Pov:

I walked into the poorly furnished cottage staring around in disgust.

Suddenly, I felt something on my skin.

I quickly jumped up, it was cobwebs…

“Eww….OMG!” I cried as I watched the maid move my stuffs into the cottage.

I can’t believe this ….

Me? Simitra Bharati…. Living in a God damn cottage while the slave I bought with my hard earned money is in my huge bedroom.

Does Aakash really have to marry her?

Just because of a child?

Gosh! I don’t want to give birth now…. I can’t loose my shape now.

“Ohooohooo….” I coughed aloud.

“This room is so dusty…. But at least it has a mirror for makeup” I sighed.

I brought out my box of jewelries .

I can’t let the maids take it…

Who knows? They might spoil it.

I stared at myself in the mirror.

I need to apply some powder.

 

Aakash’s Pov:

I walked upstairs with my brief case as I entered the room.

The room’s light was switched off.

“Simitra! Simitra!! Where are you my baby?” I called but I got no response.

Usually whenever I enter the room.

It’s always dirty and she sits beside the mirror with her jewelry or checking out how her new saris looks on her.

“Where could she be?” I asked myself

Probably she has gone to make her nails.

I quickly turned on the light.

And I almost screamed as I saw a very beautiful lady sitting on my bed.

She was backing me but believe me she looked really stunning even from the back view.

She had a veil wrapped around her head.

“Who are you?” I asked anxiously but she didn’t respond.

“Simitra is that you?” I asked becoming really scared.

I walked closer to the person and quickly removed the veil…

 

Simitra is really something else… 😂😂

Her problem is makeup and jewelry… 😄😄

But who do you think is in the room? 🤔

 

💋 Episode 05 💋

Krishna’s Pov:

My heart skipped 💓

As Aakash Sir quickly removed my veil.

His lips parted as his jaw dropped.

He stared at me in astonishment….

“Hey! What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like a married woman?” He asked giving me a disdainful look.

“Aakash Sir I..” I stammered

“Shut up! What are you still doing sitting on my bed? Will you get the hell up” He screamed at me as hot tears dropped down my cheeks.

I quickly got up shivering in fear.

He looked at the dressing mirror and snorted.

“Where’s Simitra? Where are her makeups?” He asked with his eyes fixed on the table.

“She was… She was sent to the cottage” I broke down as he gasped.

“What? My wife? In the cottage?” He flinched as he looked at me with so much hatred

“And what are you doing here?” Aakash asked

“The master said I should….” I stammered in tears.

“Get out!” Aakash shouted at me as I quickly rushed out of the room.

I rushed to the servants quarters and broke into tears.

I was so heartbroken. 💔

Aakash Sir is so mean… 😭

 

Lakshmi’s Pov:

“Madam Pavitra…. Your nails looks absolutely beautiful” I said as I was doing pedicure for her.

“Thank you so much Lakshmi” She smiled excitedly

“You know ma’am Pavitra, you and your daughter Rani are so lucky to be rich” I said

“Oh come on Lakshmi… Your old brain won’t let you understand the kind of humiliation Rani and I go through her” Pavitra sighed sadly

“What do you mean ma’am Pavitra?” I asked anxiously.

“Being a Singh is really difficult… Just imagine my sister in-law Simitra bought a new maid and the seer said that goddess Durga chose the slave to be the mother of the heir” Pavitra said as my eyes widened in shock.

“What? A slave?” I said shocked

“Yes! And am sure once that slave gives birth to the heir, my Rani won’t be recognized again” Pavitra said as I shook my head.

💭 What? I can’t let that happen… I’ve always wanted my daughter Saloni to marry Aakash sir 💭 I thought.

I know you are surprised right?

Well my name is Lakshmi..

And I have a very beautiful daughter Saloni.

She’s not actually my daughter, she’s my grand daughter.

Her mother was my daughter before she died while giving birth to Saloni.

So I nursed Saloni from childhood

Am really an old woman but strong though.

And I always come to the mansion to do manicure and pedicure for ma’am Pavitra.

And yes! I want my granddaughter to marry Aakash.

Of course everyone knows how wealthy the Singh’s are.

And that they desperately needs an heir.

I’ve always wanted my daughter to be the mother of the heir.

I even begged ma’am Pavitra to employ my daughter as a cleaner.

We always come from house to work at the mansion.

So the slave’s presence in the mansion is a big threat.

And I don’t accept defeat.

I grinned wickedly…..

Aakash’s Pov:

I watched her run out of the room in fear as I banged the door.

I quickly sat on my bed.

Was I too mean?

Was I wicked?

Am I a bad person?

Was my attitude too harsh?

I felt sorry for the poor girl for once….

She wasn’t just sold, now she has to marry too.

Why am I feeling sorry for her?

Does this mean I have a soft spot for her?

I thought 💭 and shrugged it off.

I quickly stormed out of the room straight to the cottage downstairs.

I didn’t bother to knock, I opened the door and shouted in fear.

I was so scared.

I saw a woman with a white chalky substance rubbed on her face.

I almost died of heart attack.

😱 Who are you? 😱 I screamed in fear

And to my greatest surprise, she burst into laughter.

That was when I realised it was Simitra.

I heaved a sigh of relief.

“What’s this all about Simitra?” I asked still in shock.

“Oh come on! This is just a face smoothening substance” She laughed.

She’s not even sad that she’s no longer going to be close to me.

Does Simitra even love me?

“Come back to the mansion Simitra….” I said as she scoffed

“Are you kidding me? I don’t want to.. This cottage is giving me enough time to take care of my beauty without any distractions” She said as I gasped.

“What?” I asked in shock….
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E no even worry Simitra sef ☺☺

She don’t care…. 😂

But enemies plenty oo

Vishnu….🤔

Lakshmi… 🙄

Simitra…. 😂

Who do you think is the worst?

The story just began 😋

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