His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 93

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was in the centre of a world that every parent warned their chill to stay away from. When the tears dried out and my voice gave up from crying, begging and screaming from the room I was locked in but the door never opened, anger made its way

to me.

He is the mafia. He is dangerous, a murderer, and those veiny arms and long fingers with which he had held my head? They

were covered in blood.

And yet, he had misused his power to lock me in a gilded cage in his house. Albeit it was a huge room, about the size of my apartment with greys walls, a huge bed and a bathroom the size of my room- it was just that. A fancy cage.

The windows were at a height, probably the first floor, but there were guards stationed right below it that wouldn’t move. They hadn’t since the four hours I had been there.

My stomach rumbled, and even though I shivered partly from the cold and partly from fear, I refused to get into the bed or the comfort of the blanket.

I fell asleep-hugging my knees on the floor.

When my eyes opened again, there was no light seeping in from the windows. It was still

the middle of it

The door to my room was still locked from outside it secuned, and no one had interrupted my sleep or offered me food.

Or so I thought, until I saw a silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me in the dim light.

“Oh my, God, I shrieked, clutching my chest

can make a lot of noise.

stood up from the bed. He was still in clothes from the previous afternoon, only this time, the sleeve of

to when you

getting up to face him. “I-

replied, standing at a safe six feet distance from me. I

My lips part.

you didn’t send anyone to check?” I asked in return. Obviously he wasn’t going to care if I had been dead, but the fact that he was so neutral and accustomed to

did come to dispose off your body, didn’t I?” He

heavy breath. The more I spoke to him, the more convinced I was that he was psychotic enough to kill

breathed, focusing on

front of his chest. “You stuck your nose where it doesn’t belong, cupcake, and now you’re getting

unfazed which was not. “What are you going to

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one corner of his lips turning up. “Whatever I please, cupcake, that is your punishment. Your

filling in my head. She would keep waiting for me, and I would never show up. She’s going to think I abandoned her, and I was all that she

he indulged, “Why can’t

outside! I have people and- and I can’t just

did disappear, like you never

a proper sentence without stuttering. The man in front of me was intimidating, and that didn’t even begin

was going to keep you under my roof without thoroughly

own a bakery, and I work hard and I have dreams and I had a plan, and you can’t.” my voice breaks into a whisper, you can’t take it away from

away when you decided to

as broken

like you have somebody out there who’s going

dead except Jenny, but I couldn’t tell him that. I couldn’t tell him because if

someone who would miss me,

He c*ks

blurt out before I could even think it

“I see.

“You see?”