"What's wrong with my bloody wardrobe?" Why the hell is she getting on my nerves, one way or another? "Everything, darling," I swear, I started to hate these cheesy words. I want to puke when I hear those words. "It's mine, and it's absolutely fine for me, Shreya," I emphasised each word so that it reached and registered in her brain. She coughed at that. "We are one, baby; stop pushing me away." Wow, when did we become that? "We are going shopping; come on, Rowan." She dragged me toward the car, and my family witnessed everything with a smile on their faces. "Shreya, I am not getting what you find odd in my dressing style." "Everything, baby: the brand, the cut, the clothes, and let me not talk about the designs. They are out of fashion. Your daily wear, nightwear, and casuals—everything should be replaced. I am making sure of it." She nodded to herself after speaking. Seriously, this girl should take a break and give me one, too. "I have placed an order, too, but I couldn't get hold of everything, so let's ship them." I groaned and leaned back on the seat.
I averted my eyes to the window as she started typing frantically. Oh god, the way everything was going, is there any chance that I could get rid of her anytime soon? She is marking her territory, meddling in everything, and that's not a good sign. I want to shower her with so many curses, but my tongue is tied. I want to pour so much out of me, but I can't, not when everyone was pushing me to pursue this relationship. I exhaled a harsh breath, and she chuckled beside me. Oh, how I love to wipe everything out of her.
The car was parked in front of a building, and, of course, I went through the routine of opening the door for her. As we entered, we were taken to the third floor, and the floor closed behind us with her guards. My eyes surveyed the whole floor, consisting of so many shops and a food court. I hummed at the typicality.
We entered the blazer shop, which had every branded item of clothing and was big and wide. The shop was awesomely decorated, with minimal lighting; it was simple and elegant. Shreya whispered something to the salesperson, in return, who nodded and scrambled from the place. She was on the call; I occupied the couch and stayed put till the salesperson returned. He didn't take much time and returned carrying too many blazer sets. This is going to be a fucking long day; she is making sure to ruin my bloody weekend.
The salesman took me to the trial room to try. I took a few blazers from him to try; meanwhile, Shreya barged in and informed the salesman to leave the place. I didn't mind and got inside, trying to close the door, which she held in protest. Why the hell am I not surprised? This one is replacing everything a man was supposed to do for a woman and crossing the damn line. I groaned and left the door; she entered and joined me. The second she entered, the room started to suffocate me.
I contemplated whether to remove my t-shirt or not, but I had to try on shirts, so it was unavoidable. I placed the shirts in the nearby racks. I slowly removed my shirt and placed it on the hanger. I don't know why I am acting like a girl, but when I am with Shreya, every nerve in me goes on high alert and becomes cautious. She passed on the shirt and made sure to rub her hands on my bare chest. "You should work out a little more on your body. I like eight packs more. You are too thin." It came as an order; no matter what, how much she tries, the authority always slips from her. She is too dominant. "Could you keep those hands at your side while I try this shirt on?" She rolled her eyes at that and pouted. "I was just enjoying the view." By saying that, she took her hands off me.
I gave a go to a few shirts; she made me face her, and after analysing me from head to toe, she gave approval for a few after making sure the fitting was correct on the waist side. Meanwhile, she was making sure to leave her touch stronger wherever required. Oh God, save me from this bitch. At last, she selected only five shirts, and the same goes for the blazer. Now comes the main part, trying on pants. The salesperson had filled the racks with pants, and she leaned on the wall, waiting for the show. I could take her shit up to a certain limit, but not for too long. "Only if you go outside am I going to try those, or else forget it." I leaned on the wall with stubbornness. "Baby, come on." She whined. "I will be a good girl." Like hell, I am going to believe her. I crossed my hands over my chest with the same stubbornness. "It's just a dick. Why are you so stubborn? Are you ashamed of it, baby? I really don't mind, you know." I held my ground; we stared at each other, and once again, something flickered in her eyes, raw. She clenched her fist on the side, but she was smiling; that looks like a force masking something. I gulp at the sight. "Fine." She spoke menacingly. "My time will come, and trust me, I will recover every penny of it." After giving me an air kiss, she exited the room. By holding my breath, I watched her every action, and I was speechless. She is crazy, that's for sure.
I exhaled a long breath in front of the mirror and hated the reflection like anything. Is there no escape from this bitch? Am I stuck? She will show me hell once she has a hold of me, making sure to have a leash around me and treat me worse than a dog. She will suck my soul in no time and make me mentally fracture, and I will have to leave like a corpse till I am alive. "Baby, we have no time for self-loathing. Come on, we need to cover more." I groaned at her heartless words. I need to give her back everything that I am bearing with interest, and I don't know how the hell I am going to do that.
I started wearing the pants one by one and was in front of her for approval. Once again, her eyes were roaming from head to toe and mostly lingered on the crotch, which I am fucking hating every second of it. She would lick her lips, and her face spoke everything without opening her mouth. She wants a piece of me, and she wants to devour me. The desire was palpable, the lust was impeccable, and I was not able to guess the depth of it. It's strong and deep, and it started pushing her boundaries. I am not able to appreciate or enjoy any of her stare; it's only irking me or making me fear her even more.
We selected a few, and I was already exhausted for the day. Once again, the rack was filled with innerwear and ties. I don't know what else to do other than groan louder. She laughed at that. "Don't be a baby, darling. I selected this myself, personally." She said the last part seductively. "Well, let's be clear; I am going to wear it and prove myself." She groaned at that and huffed. "Well, make sure to select at least two pairs from every style and design. No negotiation in that, darling." I shut the door in her face.
I started to rampage through boxes, which had too many designs and styles. I never knew these many existed in the first place. So many were weird in the first place, too short for a boxer, netted for fuck's sake; my eyes bulged out when the boxers were perfectly slit in the front and on the back side. The designs were gross; a few were transparent to drive me insane. As I was scrutinising every boxer, my breath was going haywire. What is wrong with this shit? Like, seriously, how the hell does she know about all these in the first place? Designs! My foot; these are all worn by some slut or prostitute. What the hell has she taken me for? I couldn't stop the anger that was radiating in me. I opened the door and threw the stuff on the ground. "What the hell is wrong with you? Who will wear these shitty things?" She chuckled at seeing my reaction. "Baby, you are wearing that inside. Why are you making a big deal out of it?" She ushered the salesperson and informed him to collect everything and place it on the rack. "Inside or not, I am not wearing those." I barked at her. "Honey, don't worry, I am going to shock you with all my lingerie and panties. Don't waste my time; please select two from each design." She insisted, I am not getting how to tackle this one. I don't want any shock from her, and I want an immediate exit from her. "Listen, Shreya...." I was cut off. "Darling, you are selecting, and there is nothing wrong with that. I want you to compete with me. I will be seductive and expose a lot, and you need to do the same, of course, only for me. Now, will you select? We are wasting our time." I shut the door in her face. I closed my eyes momentarily; I don't know what to do anymore. How to take her statement positively or negatively. Yes, I need to look sexy and everything, but that wasn't how I ever imagined it to be. In the first place, I don't want to get married to her. Her wild imagination is fucking driving me crazy. I sighed, rubbing my neck to relax, but it was in vain. I stared at those boxers, and my anger kept increasing. I never imagined a fucking shopping trip would turn into a nightmare. Wow, she is capable of everything, turning the best into the worst and the worst things into a nightmare. I pinched the bridge of my nose to cool my temper, but those disgusted designs just would not let me cool anything in me. "Baby." I groaned at that. Begrudgingly, once again, I scanned through boxers, making sure to select two from each pair, and didn't bother to try them on. I inhaled and exhaled before opening the door, and she smiled widely when she saw me. The smirk grew wider, and along with it, my desperation for an exit, too.
At the door, we were facing each other. She snatched the boxer and observed everything, including the cut and design. I closed my eyes at that and inhaled sharply. "Did you try it on?" She spoke with a mischievous grin on her face, and I really don't have the patience to deal with it. I didn't bother to answer her.
"Baby, I am doing so much; can't you give me a show?" She whispered when I was about to exit the trial room. I stood in shock, facing her. "I am updating you, darling; think of it as a way of thanking me." She once again whispered. What fucking show was she talking about? She chuckled, watching my face. She closed the distance, approached me closer, bit my ears, heaved heavily, and spoke. "By wearing a tie and transparent boxers, a ramp walk would please my eyes and make my day." I gritted my teeth at that and immediately held her by the shoulder as she was further moving toward my neck. "Enough is enough; we are fucking going." She whined at that. "Baby, I am a hell of sexy, and you are not even half of it. Beg me; I can do a ramp walk at this instant, you know." She is provoking me like hell. "And why the hell will I do that? Are you fucking mad?" "Baby, language, and what's wrong? That would be amazing, in a shop with a salesperson around us. Of course, they won't watch us, but it will be thrilling, don't you think?" I sighed, trying to breathe through my nose. "Shreya, you have fulfilled my quota of having thrills for the year. So, thank you very much; I am not interested. I want to get the hell out of here, got it?" "Well, you are popping all my bubbles, baby, and you are a good party pooper. Wait for the day, darling, until we seal the deal for a lifetime, and no one could stop me." That was a threat, and I was agitated even more, my tongue and my hands both tied.
We walked out of the shop, and we were in another shop to select the shoes. My exhaustion was reeking, but she wasn't taking a hint, and I slumped on the couch. Once again, she conversed with the salesperson, and after that, she was on the call. I watched her every move with a murderous gaze, trying to come up with something so that I could get rid of her from the picture. Things are turning faster and harder; she is making sure of it, and I need to put a full stop somewhere, but where and how? The way she is standing, the way she holds her phone, the way she is speaking—everything is shouting of her authority and commanding demeanour. My throat went dry, and a lump formed after witnessing her till now. Sweat formed irrespective of the AC running, things getting crazier as time passed.
The salesperson placed a lot of shoes of different designs, including sports shoes. "Do you like it?" Her eyes were on her cell, typing something without taking her eyes off it. "How did you know my shoe size?" She smirks in return. "Oh, honey, I know every detail of your body and also the sizes of everything." Her eyes momentarily fell on my crotch, and I groaned in return. "Let's purchase whatever you have selected. I am not going to bother about trying any." "Are you sure, baby?" "Yes." By saying that, I stood from the couch. "Very well, then."
We were in the food court in no time; I was exhausted and hungry for sure, but spending more time with her is irritating. Once again, she took it upon herself to place the order, and I didn't bother to correct anything when the smoothie and chicken items were not to my taste. I just want to get it over with. "We should do this more." She spoke out of the blue, and I almost choked on the smoothie, but still, I couldn't help the cough. Well, she is a master of choking anyone with her words or by her actions. "I mean, clearly we had fun." Of course, the whole day was fun only for her, so it was definitely a fun time. "Baby, you didn't like it? You are not responding?" I was agitated with her poking. "I am tired." "You barely did anything, and I am still leaking." She smirks after saying that. "Will you fucking cut it out?" I shouted. She was really testing my fucking patience. "Calm down, your horse; it was just a joke." Giving a 'duh' look. "You are not good at it, so drop it." We stared at each other; I held her fierce gaze with the same force without blinking. She grumbled something not horrible and focused on her food. I didn't even bother to touch any and pushed the food a little further away from me. I am fucking done with her.
The whole ride back home was silent as she was busy on her fucking phone, giving me a bloody break for the time being. As the car stopped in front of the mansion, I was getting out when she pulled me back and kissed me. She was on my lap in no time, deepening the kiss and cradling me in the process. The kiss was strong and hard, and there was no gentleness in the kiss for even a second. The cravenness and the desire were floating from her even more. We were out of breath, and we panted on each other's faces. I closed my eyes to catch my breath and to get hold of the situation. I can't let this go beyond this; no. I wiped my face roughly, still in a daze over the situation. Suddenly, she started moving on my lap, putting more pressure on my cock. She made a few more harder moves, but I stopped her by placing a strong grip on her waist, and slowly I picked her up and placed her on the seat beside me. Without wasting a second, I walked out of the car, making sure to close the door harshly, making sure the sound echoed.
As I entered, I didn't speak with anyone. By collecting the boxers' bag, I walked to my room, leaving the rest in the living room. By throwing the bag, I lay on the bed with a thud. I took the pillow and shouted till I felt even more exhausted. The fear was creeping in, replacing the confidence that I had over the situation. I am afraid of my future more than anything else. Shreya will ruin and rule my life till my last breath. I trembled a little when I remembered everything happened today. It's a clear glimpse of my future with her, and I shudder at the thought.