I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious."

I groan against my soft pillow trying to cover my face against the early morning sunrays that are falling directly on me. I mentally kick myself for not closing the curtains last night.
I kick the comfortable sheets aside and make my way towards the bathroom still in my morning daze. I get hold of the door knob still with droopy eyes and try to rotate it but I'm confused to find a handle in place of a knob that's present in my room.
What the hell? Did my room change overnight?
"Morning, wife. Did you sleep well?"
A shiver rushes down my spine as warmth envelopes my back and hot words penetrate my ears.
That voice.
That presense.
I know. Because goosebumps erupt on my skin due to his proximity and I'm mometarily shocked and my whole body goes still for a second before I jump back and turn around with wide eyes awake now.
"You! What are you doing in my room? W.....wait. This is not my room"
I'm still in the shock at the turn of events and can't exactly speak let alone think.
I glance around the posh spacious room which is nowhere near to my cozy bedroom. Only then the fragments of yesterday's events rush back to my dazy mind and my brain starts really working.
I'm married woman now.
And......and.... this infuriatingly handsome-bastard who is smirking at me now is my husband.
I take a step back almost pressed into the door behind me to take a better look at his charming features.
He is dressed in one of his usual charismatic black suits that's tailored to his body and fits very well to his wide shoulders and lean waist.
Judging by the sight of him dressed formally early in this morning I guess he probably woke up much earlier than me.
"Seeing that look on your face, I take it as you finally realized you are not in your old home anymore"
The rumble of very familiar deep voice causes me to come back into the present situation.
I nod unconsciously but something strikes my mind.
"Wait.... last time I remembered, I was in your plane. How come I'm back here in your room?"
He just looks at me in his usual stoic face as if contemplating what type of silly question I'm asking early in the morning.
"So you carried me to your bedroom last night", I state in realization crossing my arms.
"Obviously"
He states and strides towards me with hawk-like precision until he is standing toe-to-toe near me. His hands tucked in his pockets.
"And stop repeating again and again that this is my room. It is our room now"
I open my mouth in an attempt to refuse but soon close it realizing that he is right and I can't deny the obvious fact.
It is my room now.
I can't change the truth.
"Why no words to retort, sweetheart" He asks with a sweet provocative smile.
I roll my eyes at him and while pushing him aside by my shoulders I go in search of my luggage.
"Where are my bags?", I ask him still shuffling through all the cupboards which are filled with his belongings.
"They are transferred to my apartment, where we will be shifting after this week", he continues to speak non-chalantly rummaging something in the closet.
"For now you can wear this", he emerges from his spot and hands me over a bag.
Sure enough there are countless dresses, pants, shirts and even formals.
All in all new and in my exact size.
I stare at him with an open mouth and sure enough there is a smirk playing at the corner of his lips seeing my obvious shock.
This infuriating man.
He knows my exact size.
Obviously.
Don't act as if he didn't choose you a dress before.
I bite my tongue to stop any snide remark escaping from my mouth which can feed his manly-ego which is already at the peaks of Himalayas.
Ofcourse this may not be the first time he is gifting clothes to any women. Coupled with his deadly body and high success there might be dozens of women falling at his feet. And he obviously is not the kind of man who misses any chances.
Some sort of disgust and something new awakens in the pit of my chest. Before I start contemplating on these silly thoughts his voice disturbs me.
"Make it quick. We must be present at the breakfast table at exact eight", he turns around to leave.
"Wait a second", I stop him suddenly.
"Should I accompany you to take a bath? In that case I have to decline the offer of my beautiful wife as I'm already running late on a meeting", he says with a smug smile turning towards me.
The fuck he said just now?
The nerve of this man.
My nails dig into the flesh of my palms controlling myself from giving into the urge of punching his nose.
"Stop being sarcastic. I'm serious now"
"Even I'm being serious now. I cannot help you today maybe some other day"
He continues to speak innocently not noticing the rage that's erupting in my veins now.
"You.......you asshole. You must really have some screws loose". I lunge at him grabbing the nearest vase.
His reflexes are quick and he grabs the vase at the last moment before it could connect with his face.
How I wish I could have disfigured that face.
"Psst...psst.... So much violence is not good for your health wife", he says with amusement in his tone whileclutching my wrists in his hand.
"Let me go you shameless jerk", I grit through my teeth trashing against his hold.
"Alright woman, stop being difficult"
"Difficult? Are you kidding me right now, huh?"
"You?, You of all the people is lecturing me to stop being difficult? While you are the one who is shamelessly acting like a dick here", I all but scream in his face.
God! he is going to kill me with his dick behavior within this three months.
"Ok, alright. I apologize for my not so good words. Now please stop kicking and hitting me"
I jerk my hands away from his tight grip and glare at him.
"Ok now tell me why did you stop me?", he asks unfazed by my glares.
Calm down Sam. Just breath.
Remember three months. Just 91 days.
Don't let this man get to you.
"Can't we stay here itself? What's the need to shift to your apartment", I ask nervously hoping that he will agree. I can't imagine spending whole three months with him.
That too only two of us.
I'm sure I will murder him one night.
Again he does that.
His lips. His bloody lips tilt up in an arrogant curve.
"Why wife?, Are you scared to be alone with me?"
"The hell I am!, I....I'm just asking you, alright?", I meet his amused grey eyes which are twinkling with mischief.
"You are so adorable when you do that", he chuckles.
He fucking chuckles at my cost.
"You know what?, I'm done tolerating your infuriating face now. Just get lost"
I barge into the bathroom and deliberately close the doors loudly still glaring at his arrogant face.

By the time I reach the dining hall, everyone are seated already.
Mr. Remington is at the head of the table while Elora- Nick's mom is seated right side to him both indulged in conversation. And the twins Alexa and Adonis are seated next to their mom. While Nick is seated left to his dad involved deeply in his tablet.
"Sam! You are here", Elora's eyes widen with surprise seeing me and she engulfs me in a motherly hug.
"Morning", I whisper lowly seeing her bright face.
Oh god. I don't like this feeling. She looks just like my mom.
"Morning dear. You are looking beautiful as usual", she grins ear to ear.
After greeting everyone I move towards Nick to sit beside him.
Before I could grab the back of the chair, a warm pair of hands engulf mine. I gasp seeing Nick standing beside me and trying to push away my hands which are on top of the chair.
"Just move aside. Let me do my duty", he whispers in a low tone such that only I can hear.
"No. I can do it myself. You leave", I whisper back.
But the arrogant man won't budge to that and glares at me while dragging the chair away from my reach.
So, you are up for a war?
Guess what? I will give you one you arrogant jerk.
I match his glare and try to pull away the chair from his grip which only makes him to grip it tightly and drag away from me creating a screeching noise on the floor.
Forgetting our surroundings we indulge in our tug of war nobody taking a step back.
Until...
Until Alexa's amused voice reaches us followed by giggles.
"Mom, they are soo cute. Awww"
I instantly jerk away my hands my blush creeping up my neck upto my ears.
God! Did I make a fool out of myself?
Grabbing the perfect opportunity the man beside me pull back the chair with a victorious smirk.
"Please take the seat, Mrs.Remington".
I swear to god I will disfigure his face and dismantle each of his 14 facial bones one-by-one with great pleasure and have them displayed at the entrance of my hospital.
I glare at him but instead of creating much more drama I quietly take a seat.
After we all finish eating in a silence, Mr.Remington hands me over a wrapped gift card.
I stare at him confusingly.
"That's a gift for the newly wedded couple from us", Elora adds.
"It's a honeymoon package for Finland"
Oh?
Obviously!
I expected this. So I'm not nervous.
Not at all.
I'm not even trembling now.
Nick clutches my shaking hand beneath the table and responds calmly to his dad.
"Dad, I'm so busy right now. Even Sam has prior commitments, so I guess we cannot do this right now"
I snap my neck at his direction. Is this really my husband?
I mean the same man I was married to?
The one who doesn't leave any stone unturned to torment me.
"I know son. The package is valid for three months. So you guys can go whenever your schedule seems fit", Mr.Remington says in his deep-rich voice.
I huff a breath of relief. Three months!
Even the fate is supporting me now. All I have to do is postpone this honeymoon till three months. And after that,
Click
I will be gone.
"Alright dad, as you wish. Now let us go, I'm sure we are getting late for the day".
Mr. Remington nods and hugs his wife dearly then kisses her on the lips while we hear series of ewws.... from all three of their children.
"Dad, can you stop this cringe act, please", Nick groans.
"I will do whatever i want with my wife in my home. If you cannot bear it you can shut your eyes. Jealous brat"
"Why will I be jealous of you", Nick snorts.
"Even I have a wife now. That too a beautiful one", in a second Nick grabs hold of my waist and pulls me towards his hard chest.
My eyes widen in panic.
"Nick. What's wrong with you? Leave me. Your family is here", I warn noticing all eyes on us.
"Take your own time son. I will be waiting outside", seeing us Mr.Remington strides outside.
"Common children, let's spare our new couple some privacy", Elora drags away the twins who were curiously staring at the two of us.
I wait until they all leave. And as soon as they all disappear I kick him at the shin forcing his grip to loosen around my waist.
"You violent woman", he groans clutching his lower leg.
"Don't do that again!"
"Don't do what?"
"Touching me".
"What's wrong in touching my wife?"
"It irritates me. So stop doing it"
"Is that so?", he again strides near me grabbing my finger which is pointing towards him.
"Stop. touching. me. And I mean it", I pull back my finger from his hold and cross my arms over my chest.
He all but chuckles amusingly before pulling me possessively by my arms and he gently presses his lips over my forehead.
"Take care wife", he marches towards the door as if what he did was normal.
But here my Jaw hits the floor by his knee-jerk actions.
How dare he?
I stare at his back in raging fury. He suddenly halts in his step near the door and turn back with his stupid smirk still playing at the corner ofhis lips.
He stares at me as if already expecting my gaze on him and he does something that ignites fire within me.
He winks at me.
And within a second he vanishes with that stupid grin etched on his face.
"Arggh..." I growls at his back.
God. It's really gonna be long 91 days of my life.

Right now I'm in the sterile white room of an OB-GYN's cabin sitting infront of her scrutinizing gaze while holding hands of Elena.
If a two days back, someone told me that I would be sitting infront of gynecologist while being pregnant I would have laughed and called them fools.
But right now this is the only way.
"So, Dr.Samaira I got to know about the details from your friend", she nods at Elena.
"Before we continue with your plans let us first confirm how long you have been pregnant", she directs me towards the sterile white room to do an ultrasound.
My heart echoes with anxiety and the doctor gently rubs my shoulder in assurance.
A technician comes along and continues with the process and soon a tiny poppy-seed like dark structure appears on the screen surrounded by amniotic fluid. It's very tiny around only 2 mm length, but that's enough for my heart to hammer in my chest.
"That's the baby", the doctor points out.
"As you are only 4 weeks afar, we can't hear the heartbeats", she says looking at it in awe.
I push back all the emotions that are raising in my unfeeling heart. And stay
true to my decision.
"So, Are you sure you are going to abort this baby?", the doctor asks in a low tone probably urging me to think again.
Elena squeezes my hand, probably reassuring me that she will stand with me in any of my decisions.
Emotions cloud my head until I can't figure out what is right and what is wrong.
But I know one thing.
I can't keep this baby. Yeah baby. Even though right now it's still a mass of cells
I can never be fit for being a mother.
I don't have a single maternal bone in me.
With that decision I nod my head, staring right in the eyes of the doctor with the final determination to erase all the proofs and links connecting to that frightful night of my life.
"Yes. Please continue with the process".

long chapter with 2557 words. Dedicated to shhhh0730

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