In love with butterfly

Flashback..!!

The moment I walked home I heard some noise. I walked in to check out the voice and found the television was switched on. There was a girl lying on the couch, remote control in hand, with other the pillow was hugged tightly laughing loudly. She was watching some cartoon. I was surprised and shocked by her action. I looked around but there was none.

I was getting angry and stomped towards the televisions, turned it off and said with anger " Who the hell are you and what the hell you are doing at my place? Get your freaking ass out of here. " She sat up straight looked at me. She was staring at me with a confused look from top to bottom for few seconds and said " Who the hell are you to act like this at my place? " what she just said her place. How can it be her place this is my place. I asked for an explanation. Firstly she made a weird face like I am asking for money, then she introduced herself as " Annya, myself Annya Martin. I live here. Who are you? "

She said Martin, how can she be a Martin. I was about to ask her more when Marie came and greeted me, addressing master. " Master? " She was shocked. " Yes, master. I am the master of this house, Shane. This is my place." I told her with deep staring in her eyes.

" Are you sure?" She confirmed. " Why I need to do confirm about my identity and my ownership? Are you crazy or something? You better get out of here before I kick you." I was about to scold to Marie for letting her in when I notice her expression like she is stopping me to do so. I was unable to understand all this. Marie trying to stop me and on this other hand, the strange was staring at me without any expression. " Who.... " I just a single word when she cut me off. " Wife. I am your wife. If you are Shane Martin, then I am Ms. Annya Shane Martin." Without looking away from me trying to figure out something in my eyes.

I was not able to utter a single word after hearing. I lost my control yet I have to clear the situation. I asked Marie to leave as well demanded the explanation of how it can happen. I had already forgotten about me having a wife. Looks like she will not. She explained the wedding. How we were betrothed a long time back, how we got married in a private ceremony with very few guests.

She told me that it was me, who had arranged everything for her. Coming back here, staying at this place, room, and everything.

After hearing her, I recalled the wedding but no matter how hard I try I was not to recall anything she just that I did for her. Mother and father, they have done it on my place.

" Let me see your identification proof, " I asked her. She looked at me with a confused look. ' What? Why? ' everything was clearly mentioned on her face, for which I explained that it is for security purpose, to make sure that the person standing in front of me is the one who got married to me.