My Possessive Beast Husband

1. My Story.

Chapter 1.

I was a very simple girl; my only dream was to complete my Master’s program in Commerce, get a well paying job and lead a peaceful life. But my true long term goal was to protect my mom and give her all the happiness she truly deserved. I wanted to see a smile on her face, but it seemed that it was not going to be possible in this lifetime. I did not know that my life would completely change after that day, and that I would hate myself for being a female.

My family consisted of four people: both my parents, my elder sister Harsha, and then there was me. My father was the head of the household due to that fact we must all honor and obey him. I could never speak my mind. I loved my parents, but my childhood was not like that of a normal child. My father raised me as if I was a burden. He never cared about us, he only educated us because nowadays it is unlawful to do otherwise.

I was awarded a scholarship for my studies, but he never gave me the freedom to make any kind of decisions about my life. I had to obey him in all things. I have always been afraid of him, I never dared talk back or question anything in front of him. I used to think that as long as I did not form any kind of relationships with another person,minded my own business, and had my family beside me no one would dare to consider hurting me. Then again I never thought my life would turn out this way, that my family would leave me when I needed them the most.

This was my story.

My name is Pooja Sinha. I am 5’5” have black long hair and striking black eyes. I am 22 years old and was raised in a middle-class family. My life long dream has been to complete a Master’s degree in Commerce and obtain a job using the skills that I have learned from getting my degree. I preferred to live a simple life without anyone elses interference. But life was not as easy as I had imagined it would be. It was always difficult because of my father and thanks to him, I hated men. I had seen the sides of men that they try to keep in the shadows but that never leave my mind.

I knew he would never allow me to get a job because he believed that women were only capable of being housewives and nothing more, but I would prove that he was wrong. I would achieve my dreams. I was at the top of my college class because of that, and I had accepted the position of president of my college. I had thought that he would be proud, but I was wrong. He asked what would you possibly be doing as president? It was men's work, not for girls. That broke my heart because I was very excited to share my news with him.

Today was Sunday. It was meant to be the happiest day of the week, but not for me. Every morning was depressing for me and I was not as happy with my lot in life as many others are. Yes, I understand not every girl was treated like a princess by their family, my sister and I are shining examples of the lack of pampering or heck even a kind word. Would the world really end if we were allowed to sleep in one morning, my sister had woken me up as my dad was coming home from work. She was brushing her teeth quickly out of fear seeing she had gotten up late.

Usually, she wakes up at 5.00 am, but today she had overslept because her phone battery was dead. Mom had woken her up and was now scolding me as I was still sleeping like a pig. Yes, I didn’t like to wake up early due to the combination of housework and my studies I didn't get to bed until late, and now she was standing there barking at me like a dog.

I hated it when someone berated me for no reason. Though that didn’t apply to when my sister did it because I knew why she did it; she was actually trying to save me. My father owned a medical shop and spent most of his time there. He even slept there because the store was open 24 hours, that way he didn’t have to come home every day. My sister woke up at 5:00 am, while I woke up at 5:15 am, because we didn’t know when he would come back. According to my father, girl’s should wake up early in order to finish all the housework. So we have to be woken up whether he comes home or not. With any luck he would not come home today, seeing as he came home yesterday. I opened my eyes in frustration, but did not say anything to her and just asked her what time it was. It was now 5:40 am.

I moved out of my bed lazily because I knew that at the moment, the bathroom was occupied as my sister was taking a bath. There were only two bedrooms in my house. One room was used by my parents, the other was used by my sister and I, and we only had one bathroom, which we all used. Sometimes it was very uncomfortable, but it had become normal for us over the years.

I lazily brushed my teeth, having not even finished when my sister came out of the bathroom. Now it was my turn. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the bike. My heart nearly stopped in my chest while my mind repeatedly shouting one line, ‘Oh my god today I am going to die’. My sister was also scared because our dad usually comes at 6 am, but today he had arrived 10 minutes earlier.

I quickly went to the bathroom and did my business. I wore my top and my pajamas, pulled my hair up in a messy bun then walked towards my house temple. I had to face my father there, but I did not go directly to the worship room. Instead I went to the kitchen where my mom was making tea. My mom was the energy source of my life,without her I couldn’t imagine what my life would be. While she was making tea in the kitchen I turned she saw me and smiled.

“The situation is not good in the room, so you should keep your mouth shut no matter what happens,” Mom instructed.

“Ok, I will,” I said to her. “But why are you in here? I will do all the work.”

"Don’t worry Beta I can do this," she replied.

"No mom please let me do this," I begged, but she left the kitchen. When I was near the room, the situation was indeed poor. My father was scolding my sister, I wasn't sure why, but I am 100% sure my sister was not in the wrong. Actually, my father was a short-tempered and narrow-minded man always blaming us for little things. This experience was not new for us. It was more like a daily occurrence , nothing new. I entered the room , my father was already angry but his ire raised even further when he saw me. I was petrified. He approached me, my heart started racing so I bowed my head, looking at the floor.

“Where were you?” Father barked, startling me. I was trying to think of excuses. What should I tell him so that he would not be mad at me? Sadly nothing was coming to mind. I looked towards my sister for some help, but today she was also helpless. I would have to save my own ass, I chose that moment to speak the truth.

“I was taking a bath.” I knew telling the truth was not the right decision, but I did it anyway. I glanced up at Father who was enraged he was absolutely fuming.

“Why didn't you wake up early? Can’t you do the work that is left for you?” I knew in this situation I should not say anything to him, but I couldn't bear it anymore. It was in my nature, if I was not wrong I would not listen to anyone, so in a low voice I answered.

“We are not late Father, you came home early.” That was a big mistake, but I should not have talked back, right? I was only telling him the truth, but that line made him irate and I knew what was coming. He burst into rage and barked at me.

“Is this what your mom has taught you? What is with the bitchy attitude? Where are your manners? Did she not teach you how you should speak to your father?” This line ignited my anger, but I couldn’t say anything to him because I knew the consequences.

My eyes become teary. I could take anything anyone said, but not if it was about my mom. I knew I could not say anything to him as our mom always told us that we should not talk back to our Father since he does everything for our own good, but this was infuriating to me. Just because they were our parents that didn’t mean we shouldn’t make our case. It was not fair.

They were our parents, but we were also their children. Yet in my father's eyes just because he was the head of the house and a man, we have to listen and obey him. I didn’t agree with this type of mindset. It suffocated me. I wanted to say that it was not our mistake, but at that time my mom came into the room understanding what was going on between Father and I.

She dragged me out of the room, my mood having been ruined due to Father’s statement. I started crying. He always blames Mom and us for everything. He always thought that Mom was trying to turn us against him. He thought she did not care for him, but we all knew she loved him more than anyone. She never talks back to him and always obeyed him. I didn’t know why he was like this, why he always doubted us, why he needed to keep us afraid of him.

Father never respected mom, sometimes he beat her and abused her, but she never reacted. Like it was a normal everyday thing for her. She loved him and because of this, she would bear all that suffering. I hated that word: love. Mom never showed her tears or pain to us, but we all knew what she was facing and yet we were just as helpless ourselves. However, seeing her like that I felt weakened, helpless because I couldn’t help her. I hated the idea of marriage because of that, actually. I was afraid of it.

After watching what my mom had gone through I grew even more terrified. I had finished with my work in the kitchen. I was sitting near the window in my room sadly looking outside, when my mother came in. She came to me asking if I wanted breakfast.

“I’m not hungry, ” I murmured without looking at her.

“Why aren’t you hungry? You should eat breakfast every day,"’ Mom coaxed.

She was always like this, pretending as if nothing had happened. If she was sick she would not tell us, but we were her children we knew everything. We did not let her work because she had a heart condition. Di and I did all the housework.

“Would you feel hungry after hearing a parent say all that?” I asked, tears filling my eyes.

She looked at me and drawled in a normal tone. “Why are you paying attention to your father's words? This is nothing but a normal day for us.’’

How could she act as if nothing had happened? Well, she was right that it was nothing new for us. Sometimes I thought my life was worthless, that no one cared about me or loved me and that I was alone in the world.

According to Father, girls should get married as soon as possible, to gain her place in the outside world. That was his way of thinking. Sometimes I cried a lot, but I couldn’t even manage a single tear at the moment. I refused to show any weakness to others. I did not like others to pity me. My sister’s college classes were over, she was born two years before me; but I have yet to finish my finals. She was attending an all girl’s college, but I was accepted to a Co-Ed College thanks to my scholarship.

At first, Father had not allowed that, but after many attempts to persuade him, he had finally agreed. Mom helped me in that matter. Sometimes I questioned if I was his real daughter.

Would someone ever love me? My life has been a living hell. I never allowed anyone to catch a glimpse of this , but sometimes it was not possible to control. One day I had asked Mom why Father did not like Di and I. She told me that Father had always wanted a boy, but she had not been able to give him one. She gave birth to both of us instead, that was why he hated us. Even though it was not my mother’s fault. Why did he have to behave rudely towards her? I knew in the very core of my being that my mother would never leave me no matter what happened.

I spent the entire day in my room. I hadn’t touched my phone. It was late at night, I was lying in bed when my phone rang. I looked at my phone checking whose number it was. It was my best friend Sapna, so I immediately picked up the call.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hello, why weren’t you picking up my calls huh?” She asked me angrily. I did not feel like talking to anyone, but talking to my friend usually lifted my spirits.

“Hmm… sorry. So what’s the matter?” I inquired. She immediately understood my situation.

“How many times do I have to tell you that whenever you are unhappy, to just call me? Yet whenever there are problems or you’re unhappy you remain silent and don’t say anything to anyone.” Sapna is my best friend,she knows everything about me.

“Sorry, I won’t do it again, tell me what happened.” I am so happy she is my friend, that she cares for me.

“Are you coming to class tomorrow, or not? Because you did not come to class yesterday,” she questioned. Actually, on Saturday I mean yesterday, Papa beat Mom for no reason, she was in so much pain that she was not able to get out of bed. So I was not able to go into class.

“No, my mood is off, I didn’t feel like coming,” I sighed.

“Why are you not coming to class? Do you know what is going on around college?” She was always like that, worried about me.

We had met during our first year’s welcome party. She was a really cute and short-tempered girl. She always took care of me, but I couldn’t tell her my problems because she already had her own, but she was very intelligent and knew everything without having to be told.

"Why what happened in class?” I asked, a little worried about her.

“You know that BBA boy Rahul? He’s plotting something against you again,” she huffed out in frustration. Hearing his name made me frustrated too. What does he want now?

“What do you mean?” I prompted. I did not want another headache.

“He was telling everyone that there are only 2 days left in the annual festival and the college president is missing.” She sounded more frustrated. After hearing this, I was too. It was not the first time he had done this, but today my mood was already abysmal. His troubles were less than what I had to deal with, yet he continued to cause trouble.

Rahul Ahuja was the playboy of our college. He was rich, handsome, and tall. He was about 5’10” and he liked to flirt. He used girls then threw them away like yesterday's garbage. I didn’t understand why girls still liked him, maybe it was because he was rich. People said that he was from a criminal family, but from which one exactly no one knew, but I hated that guy. He was always creating problems for me.

A few months ago he proposed to me on the college campus, but I flat out refused him, having explained that I was not interested in him. Since then he had been after me due to the fact that when I rejected him there were a lot of people around and he was humiliated. From that moment on he had done anything that he could to talk to me and get an answer out of me. However, he has yet to succeed, I always ignore him due to the other troubles going on in my life. If my father came to know about Rahul he would kill me. He did not know about the proposal, if he did I would not be allowed to finish college. I was basically forbidden from having any relationships with boys.

“Ok, I will come to college tomorrow,” I sighed.

“Ok, I will wait for you in the canteen,” She said happily. She was happy because I am coming to college again. Usually, I don’t go out much. I spend most of my time at home. That’s why I didn’t know what path to take for my future happiness. After hanging up, I went straight to bed. It had been a really long day.

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Pooja was not aware as she fell asleep of what was coming for her. The annual festival was going to turn her life completely upside down.