Billionaire's Mad Love

"Stay away from me" I panicked "Don't you dare come near me" I stuttered while taking steps away from him.

I tried to sound brave but my voice broke at end giving away my fear. No matter how much I try to deny and look unaffected but I am extremely terrified of this beast of a man in front of me. I am shaking like a leaf by just thinking what he is going to do to me.

"And why would I do that?" he chuckled lazily, pleased from the fear in my eyes for him.

"I'm your husband and darling..." he paused and grabbed by waist. I squealed by sudden contact with my heart thumping loudly in my ears. He lowered his head and nibbled my earlobe lightly "husbands can do anything they want to, to their wife." I gulped and panicked being in his arms afraid he might sense my uneasiness. He then looked up and locked his thrilled black orbs to my terrified brown ones. Licking his lower lips a smirk played on his handsome face as my husband commanded in his usual cold tone "so be a perfect wife and warm my bed."

Trying not to burst into tears, I gathered some courage and stammered trying to maintain distance between us "Y... you can't fo... force me. Nei.. neither I love you nor y.. you love me, you forced me in marrying you."

Frustrated by his control over me I momentarily forgot my fear as my voice raised "than why the hell did you marry me despite knowing that I love your friend Akshar"

His grip on my waist tightened "Well well... Isn't someone curious for answers? You really want to know why I married a girl like you"

His voice lowered dangerously as previous naughty smirk faded and his demeanour turned devilish "because darling, you dared to slap me and now I will make sure that you pay for it..." He suddenly threw me on bed.

Before I could recover from sudden action, he pinned me on the bed with his weight. "Please leave me. I have apologized to you many times before.... I love Akshar not you. Please understand, I don't want to be your wife" I begged him feeling helpless.

"Akshar doesn't love you WIFEY. You're mine and I will make sure to ingrain this in your mind and soul tonight" his voice lacing with determination.

He lowered his face to trap my lips with his, muffling my further protests. Tears started flowing from my eyes uncontrollably as I tried to push him. He didn't budge rather his kiss became rough. He pinned my hands above my head with one hand and with other he fondled my curves. I closed my teary eyes knowing fully well that I will not be able to escape his clutches tonight.

Author's POV:

A girl is crying hysterically while running. Terrified from the one chasing her. Reaching an isolated place she tripped on her steps when the person caught her and said while hugging her from behind securely so she can't see his face "jaan where do you think you're going huh? You can't leave me. I have waited years for you. Now that I have captured you, I will get you whether you want or not" "leave me" she yelled panicking. But the boy turned her and claimed her lips before she could see his face to stop her from screaming...

"Get up Aadhya. Get up or you will be late for college." Aadhya's mom called her.

Aadhya got startled up and her dream broke as she woke up "I'm up mom" she answered wiping the sweat from her forehead. Taking a deep breath "It was just a dream" she chanted trying to calm herself.

Aadhya's POV

Ughh again the same dream... Why have I been getting the same dream since my childhood? Ahhh I'm already 19 and this dream just doesn't seem to cease. Who is that man? Why he is calling me jaan? And why the hell can't I just forget this dream?

Hey there spare my blabbering. I am usually not this talkative it's just occasionally but hey I am sorry for not giving my introduction. (Author rolls her eyes saying she just can't stop her mouth from speaking bluffs)

Hello my name is Aadhya Sengupta. I'm 19 years old enthusiastic student who loves food, chit-chatting, hangouts and chocolates. I'm from Kolkata, pure Bengali. A proud Indian teenager who just passed school and now a collegian. Well about my physical appearance I'm not an 'oh-wow' beautiful girl rather a girl with whitish complexion having a pretty average face. I have medium length black hair and brown eyes.

I'm not skinny like a model but have appropriate proportions of flesh at right places making me rather full. But I don't care about it, I love myself. My mom was rather worried and told me many times to lose weight but hell with that. No matter how much I tried I always failed so I had stopped making attempts and rather am enjoying my life to fullest.

I don't even know how to do make up or don't have any proper dressing sense. I'm an introvert but not the type to remain silent but the type to keep my things to myself. But best thing I like about myself is that I am a writer on wattpad.

My mom's biggest tension is how she will marry me off.

I write stories but the truth is that I write about my dreams and then finish it in a perfect story. Except few of my close friends no one knows that I am a writer.

Well talking about my friends I have many friends thanks to my blabbering nature but my best friend is kshitija. I met her when I began writing. She's also a writer like me.

Well the reason is we became friends is that she also has the same problem like me. She also dreamt some similar things from her childhood that she moulded them into novels. And just like that we became best friends.

Nothing is perfect in my life. My parents do not want me because I'm a girl. Like I care about that. I care about only one person but alas! He doesn't know about it or I don't think I will ever tell him that. I'm in love with him since I was 15 but he doesn't love me scratch that he see me as his sister. And why not after all I'm his sister's niece.

Yes he is my aunt's brother. They both are orphans. So after my uncle's marriage he came to live with us in our house. At first I always felt weird around him but then slowly I fell for him. But now he is going to marry the girl he loves. Oh I didn't tell his name. Stupid me.

His name is Akshar Banerjee and his fiancée is Asmita Chatterji.

I should envy that girl but she is so sweet that no one can envy her. She is also a poor soul. She got married at a very early age and became widow on her wedding day. I don't know much about her but she deserves Akshar.

Well in all this I am thinking about the man from my dreams. I don't know why but I feel he loves the girl very much and the girl I saw in my dreams is me. So basically it's me that he loves. I don't know if he is real or not but if I find him I'm going to reject him. Because I can't love anyone except Akshar.

I can't forget that eyes which held so much possessiveness, love and lust. I just can't understand how anyone can ever love a girl like me.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm even alive when my own parents doesn't want me. I should die but again my friend kshitija makes me believe that someone is waiting for me.

I tried to commit suicide because of this dreams but I failed miserably. The dreams makes me insane. My parents took me to doctors but they don't know why I'm getting this dreams again and again.

I still remember one particular day when I was on my way to school an old lady called me asking "beti tor boyos koto?" (How old are you?)

"amar boyos 17 keno ki hoi 6e?" (My age is 17 what happened?)

"ar besi somoi nei tor Kache.. Matro 2 bochor ache. Ja anondo korar kore ne. Akbar o toke Pele nijer Kache bondi kore rakhbe." (You don't have much time, only 2 years. Live your life happily till you can. Once he get you he will make you his prisoner. The day he gets you will be beginning of your doom. You can beg for all you want but all will you receive will be his madness.)

I was shocked when I snapped "dekhun aisob charun. Ami biswas kori na" (just leave. I don't believe any of your shit)

"koris na biswas. Somoi toke nije bole debe" (don't believe me now. Time will say everything)

Then I just left from there.

I remember the lady's word as it was just matter of yesterday. Because the time she told has come. Time to prove that all her words were false. Because no one will cage me because I'm not a girl to be caged.

"Aadhya are you coming or not?" my mom screamed from downstairs breaking my trail of thoughts.

"Sorry mom coming" I said and got ready.

Today is my first day of college I'm nervous as hell but I need to face it.

So after finishing my breakfast I left for college.

Aadhya's pov

It's my first day in college. After meeting my friends I went to attend my first class. The day passed pretty normal with nothing adventurous. In the evening I came back home.

Seeing a message from kshitija I replied to her. But she is not online.

Kshitija is the only person who can understand me. I remember the day when I first shared my story with readers.

She was one of them. I don't know why I asked her to help in editing it but to my surprise she agreed to help. Our frequent communication followed and finally the day arrived when I shared the most disturbing part of my life. My dreams. I don't know why I shared it with her but I just did.

Then when I heard her confess about the dreams she has been getting since childhood I was beyond shocked. We discussed it for God knows how long and we both became good friends thereafter.

She is the one who supported me without judging me. For others I'm a weirdo because I see weird dreams but she never judges it because she is also suffering from the same.

Suddenly my phone started to ring and my friend Rai called me asking to go with her to her boyfriend Krish's restaurant.

I know Krish dada from when they started dating 2 years ago. He is 6 years older than us.

Confirming to accompany her, I got ready sooner in a simple salwar suit.

I met her in the front of my house and here we are now heading to meet Krish dada.

We're talking and laughing. But suddenly I dropped something on my dress. Ahh clumsy me. So I got up to go to the washroom to clean my dress.

On my way to the washroom suddenly I heard a girl crying. I tried to find her but couldn't.

Then I saw a girl helplessly pinned by a man in the corner of the washroom with a man trying to forcefully kiss her. And the odd thing is she looks like me not exactly but somehow she is like me.

The girl tried to free herself but couldn't.

I quickly rushed towards them and removed the man from her. I slapped him without thinking.

All my courage went into drain as soon as I saw his face. He is exactly the same person who came in my dreams.

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and a chill ran down my spine. No it's impossible it was just a dream. How can this be? Without realising I was already backing away from him when suddenly he grabbed my hand pushing me more into panic.

I tried to free myself but can't then I noticed he was drunk. Fear engulfed me and I stood frozen on the spot. Before I could react the girl helped me and we ran from there. Reaching to our dining table I narrated the full incident to Krish Dada. And he reassured me saying he will handle it.

I left the place thinking of the person I just slapped. Little did I know that I just committed the biggest mistake of my life and there's no going back now.

Reaching in my comfy room I shared the incident with kshitija. That stupid girl is laughing like a maniac. Nerve of this girl to ask me if the man was handsome? Like seriously here he was molesting a girl and my friend is asking was he handsome? Sometimes I just don't get the holy shit going in that big skull of hers.

Well if I ignore the fact that he was molesting a girl, he was rather handsome and looked like a Greek god. Like devilishly handsome but there was something sinister to his aura making anyone vary of his presence.

Ahhh what the hell I'm thinking. Shut up my stupid brain he is bad news so no need to admire him. I scolded myself.

Well tomorrow is Akshar's Ashirbad (engagement) with Asmita and I have to make my poor heart ready to bear the sight of happy union. I don't know how I should feel because he is my first love and is getting married to another woman.

Well I should be happy that my love is happy right?

Asmita is really a nice person. She is 22 years old, very sincere and well mannered.

"Aadhya come choose your dress for tomorrow" my aunt called

"Yes auntie I'm coming" I answered her unsure of how I should feel. Looks like I need to face it so let's just get done with it.

I went downstairs and met everyone including Akshar. He is so happy because he is finally getting married to the girl he loves and tomorrow he will officially be her.

I chose a simple anarkali suit for the function. It's not a big function because Asmita doesn't want any lavish celebrations. But the weeding will be grand. Well let's hope I make it to the end without breaking.

Next morning

Finally it came. Today I will lost my every hope officially. Well it's a not like I has some hope but still u can't blame a love struck girl can u?

I need to get ready before my mom yell at me today so I got ready in the dress I chose earlier.

I came downstairs to watch everybody busy with loads of work. I also want to help but my aunt said that I should just give company to Akshar. I went near him and start teasing him about his upcoming marriage. Well he doesn't know what I feel. So I need to show that I'm happy for him. Come on Aadhya you are a brave girl, you can do this.

Then Asmita's family arrived. And the ritual started and just when he was going to slip the ring in her finger, a masculine voice stopped him.

"You're getting engaged without me? It's not fair buddy."

I turn towards the source of the sound to see who he is and my breath got struck in my throat for some seconds. My mind went just blank. Am I hallucinating? Is he really here? And he is Akshar's friend? God, please someone tell me this isn't true.

Reality is often harsh and to my horror I'm not hallucinating, he is really here. My heart went into frenzy with all negative thoughts but my little thinking session broke when Akshar greet him further confirming I'm not dreaming. Irony is that he is also watching me. I just shifted my eyes towards Asmita to break the uneasiness building up in my chest. Why am I feeling weird sensation all of a sudden by just seeing him?

Oh god why he is here?