"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance.

I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms.

Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy.

"Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone.

(Careful when you walk, My arms won't be there always to shield you)

There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura.

"Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him.

(I do not even need them)

He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest.

"Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking.
"Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. (Do not fall in love with me while falling in my arms)

"Kabhi nahi," I replied and left.

(Never)

I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game.

But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry.

Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either.