Landed in the desert

“Julie who changed my clothes”? I asked Julie.

“Mam, your fiancé did this. He had taken you back home last night while you were drunk” she answered.

I hold head in my hands due to headache. My head was bursting while I try to remember last night.

“how dare he?” when I remembered last night, I had mix feelings toward him. I was feeling gratitude that he saved me from that drunk man but at the same time I was embarrassed that he changes my clothes.

oh god this is so awkward. He could call some maid to change my dress. Why he did that pervert. He always wants to get rid of my clothes. I don’t know how I will deal with his closeness after the marriage. After that accident I can’t tolerate some one’s touch. He is the best fighter in the mafia. He would not be gentle with me on the wedding night. As the wedding is coming closer, I am getting more afraid.

My phone ring pulled me out of my thoughts.

William was calling

“hey wifey! How is your headache?”