Arranged

 Obviously, he asked his parents to arrange his marriage. After he got a payment seat education and asked his parents to foot the bill for masters in the states, Rohann did not have the guts to court a woman to marry him. Lucky for him, the well paying tech-job in Virginia was good enough selling point for the marriage market. He found matches instantly, with women he couldn’t woo in a million years. Not that he was ugly, he did not have much game. He was a virgin, yet he did have some experiences - making out , second base max. Avantika’s family came to see them. She was sufficiently pretty, no super model. Had a pretty good built for a 5’6” woman, not much fat. Apparently she was a fat child as her parents never like to forget and got full swing into keto diet and excercise to get in shape. What choice did she have, with a arts degree, its not like she was gonna find a job. Being a Mrs was the goal. They got engaged and started “dating”. Every conversation was so awkward as they had nothing in common. He didn’t know about Louis Vuitton, she didn’t talk superheroes. Yet, it was not that bad. They texted, they ate out, and were becoming platonic friends. One day, he decided to make a move and kiss her, he kissed her on the cheek, she gave him a weird look and did the same. so much for conscent. The wedding day grew closer and there chats became even less frequent. Families geared for a celebration. Avantika’s father left no stone unturned for a grand wedding ceremony. It was weird how much she enjoyed hanging out with her friends and shopping during the whole thing than being excited about actually marrying. They went for a honeymoon to France. It was a sexless honeymoon but they did have fun. More pecks on cheek, more hugs but nothing too intimate. One day he asked if she would like to have sex in Paris, she agreeed and they had a boring intercourse, missionary style. He seemed to have fun, she didn’t finish.

Yet, as easy is it to massage male egoes, he was over the moon. They went back to Virginia, where he worked and came back. Avantika was bored in the US, no friends, no family. She went shopping at upscale places. According to him, she had no sense of money as she just wasted all of his. It was disturbing him but he didnt have guts to say anything. She on the other hand, forgot he existed once he left for office and spiraled into shopping, TV, and drinks. The home was a mess. The problem was clear. They didn’t know who was running the house, they didn’t know each other. One day, the kitchen was so dirty, that he threatened to call her parents. She rebuked him by saying “awww, mummy ko bol dunga? are you a fucking child. Face your problems.”. This attitude was getting on to his nerves, he worked hard and expected her to be a good wife. The third time he saw the dirty dishes, he said, “Avantika, stand up, we need to talk, yet had ho rahi hai”. She said “I agree, bartan dho, tum bhi yahin khate ho”. He said “Apni jagah samjho...i am the man”. She giggled at his face, he got angry and slapped her. It was a weak pathetic slap, which drew a more laugh from her as her face didnt even move, he slapped her again, a lil harder, which was also a tap, and she continued laugh, he pushed her which didn’t move her much “Bas....?”. He became really angry and tried to hit her again, this time she caught his hand, and slapped him tight. It was so loud and whiplashed his face down to his shoulder, he looked up and got slapped again. she moved her hand holding his arm to hold his little finger and twisted the top part of it which caused him a lot of pain. Then she proceeded to leave it and punch him straight in the face three-four times. He was in pain, nose bleeding, mouth bloody.. She pushed him away and he got angriest. Never been beaten up mumma’s boy was getting it bad. He attacked her with a tackle but she being ready for it directed him on the ground. She started kicking his stomach and back and whatever she could get her foot on. Then she pulled him up his hair, and said “Aaj pata chalega, is ghar ka in-charge kaun hai”.She pulled him up to his knees and began bitchslapping him. He was trying to block it, he saw an opening and punched her stomach. Her stomach was harder than he anticipated. She took off her tank top and there were abs. Not as hard but almost fitness model-esque. She said “Pilates Bicth,” and began punching him more. He teared up and fell. She took a break, tied her hair in pony tail, massaged her hands, she pulled her hand to hit him and saw him squeal with fear. They made eye contact, it was fear in his eyes and confidence in hers.

She took a pause to make him realize the same. She held him up with his arm pits to his feet. Took two steps back and then attacked him pushing him into the wall ,she proceeded to punch punch kick kick him with so much skill and confidence, it was unrealistic how she was covering his body in pain and he didn’t have anywhere to fall back. In a few minutes he fell on her semi concious. She lifted him over the shoulder which returned his conciousness as he plumetted down to the floor from that height in a amazing show of power. He was beaten defeated, she washed her hands, and went and started watching TV.

He recovered in a couple of hours, went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, went downstairs in his pyjamas and washed the dishes. The roles were defined, she was the boss. He cleaned the entire house and came to bed and she looked at him and removed her slip, He was very turned on knowing who he is and who she is. They sensually felt each other, she felt all the bruises and cuts she gave him. It was her first time beating someone. hE felt her body, her every part being stronger than entirety of him, Slowly she moved on the top and he entered her, controlling the situation, they fucked for some time until they both cummed at the same time, She leaned and kissed him , sensually, opening his mind to the amazing life ahead. He said “I love you”. She wasn’t ready but it was okay.

They went shopping next day, shared equal responsibility at home, and actually started to get to know each other. She being the dominant one, educated him on brands, and tolerated some superhero movies. That was the first and last power grab fight they had, but every now and then, she completely dominated him to let him know about the chain of heirarchy like defeating him in armwrestling at his colleague’s game night, lifting him on her shoulders in a concert. But everything was kosher. Arranged marriage ain’t that bad after the first few months.