I glanced around the room again and again.my head felt heavy as I tried to remember.

Where am I ?

The question was too strange but true.last night I was casually going towards my house after the hospital late night shift but now I am not in my room.

This room—it felt strange.the window,door even the walls felt like they were screaming silently.

I let my feet touch the marble floor and when I looked down—

Wait!

I am wearing anklets, bangles and even the worst—

nuptial chain was resting gently over my duppata fabric.my heart thudded wildly against my ribcage.

What the hell is this?

I immediately walked towards the mirror and when I looked at my reflection —my eyes widened.

I am married!

Goosebumps raised over my skin.i tried to remember, to just know what happened last night.

I don't even know who my husband is?

The door clicked open and a lady around her fourty came inside the room.

She was silent no she was scared because she was behaving too strangely.her head lowered.her fingers trembling when she handed me some clothes.

"Mam wear this and came downstairs.sir is waiting for you"she said and walked out of the room without another word.

Sir!

I glanced at the saree resting neatly over my palm then to the lady who just disappeared after giving me this .

Where i am ?

Who is my husband?

Who the fuck dared to get married with me without my permission?

Too many questions were running inside my mind and i know the person who is waiting for me downstairs can give me all the answers