Part..1
wedding night is usually filled with romance—soft whispers, shy smiles, and the quiet blooming of a new relationship.
But for Toufik Khan Rid, a powerful Member of Parliament, the night unfolded quite differently.
At around half past eleven, Rid stepped into his room, only to freeze in place. There, on the bed—his bed—lay his newly wedded wife, fast asleep, occupying every inch of space as if it belonged solely to her.
She was still dressed in her bridal attire. The deep red saree draped elegantly over her fair skin, making her look almost unreal—too beautiful, perhaps.
And yet, instead of admiration, Rid felt irritation bubbling inside him.
Raising his voice, he snapped,
"Hey! You little camel—did your father buy this bed that you're sleeping so comfortably?"
Startled, the girl jolted awake, her breath quick and uneven. Fear flickered across her face as she looked up.
Her eyes landed on him—and for a moment, she forgot everything else.
He stood there in a black shirt and black pants, sleeves rolled up carelessly to his elbows. His sharp features and strikingly fair complexion made him look effortlessly handsome.
Trispi frowned slightly.
Boys aren't supposed to be this beautiful, she thought, annoyed.
Rid, however, was losing patience. Her silent staring only fueled his temper.
"Hey, kid! Can't you hear me? Get off the bed. I want to sleep."
She flinched at his tone.
But why should she get down? Her sister-in-law had clearly told her—this was her husband's room. From today onward, this was her place.
Gathering a bit of courage, she spoke softly,
"But why should I get down… brother? Everyone told me to stay here. They said this is my husband's room."
The word brother hit Rid like a slap.
His jaw tightened, and he ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
Unbelievable.
This childish girl didn't even realize who he was. She knew it was her husband's room—but had no idea that he was her husband.
Anger flared within him.
"Excuse me—since when did I become your brother?"
Trispi's brows furrowed. Being called kid again and again was starting to get on her nerves.
She lifted her chin slightly.
"I'm 17 plus. In what way do I look like a kid to you?"
Rid let out a dry laugh.
"In every possible way. Now move. I don't have time to argue with you all night."
She crossed her arms, a hint of stubbornness in her voice.
"My name is Tashfia Khan Trispi. If that's too long, you can call me Maya. But please—don't call me 'kid.' I don't like it."
"I don't care what you like," Rid replied coldly. "Get off the bed."
Her expression fell.
"Then… where will I sleep?"
"That's not my problem. Sleep on the floor, or sit all night—I don't care."
With that, he lay down on one side of the bed, turning away from her as if the conversation was over.
Trispi remained seated, staring blankly.
What am I supposed to do now?
The cold night air made the idea of sleeping on the floor unbearable. And to make things worse, there was no blanket left for her—Rid had already taken it.
After a moment of hesitation, she spoke again,
"Excuse me…"
Rid groaned in annoyance.
"What now? Can't I have a moment of peace?"
"Could you… arrange a blanket for me? It's too cold."
"How should I know?" he snapped. "And there's no extra blanket here. Mom took everything away today."
Trispi bit her lip, her thoughts racing.
What kind of mother-in-law does that? Taking everything away on the very first night!
She sighed softly.
"Then how am I supposed to sleep in this cold?"
Rid exhaled sharply, clearly irritated.
"Just get under this blanket for now."
He paused, then added in a warning tone—
"But don't you dare touch me. If you do, I'll make sure you spend the rest of the night on the floor."
Trispi rolled her eyes inwardly.
As if I'm dying to touch you. What an attitude!
The room fell silent again—two strangers, bound by marriage, yet miles apart.
To be continued…