His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 93

[MIA]

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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

tiny, you can make a lot of noise.

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

you wouldn’t stay y

face him. “I- I have been silent for a while

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

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,

your

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

I breathed, focusing on it, “Why am I

hurt your head?” He deadpanned, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “You stuck your nose where it doesn’t belong, cupcake,

unfazed which was not. “What are

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

head. She would keep waiting for me, and I would

me,” he indulged, “Why can’t

a life outside! I have people and- and I

amused. “You just did disappear, like you never existed. And what life are you talking about? You’re a baker with no

front of me was intimidating, and that didn’t even begin to cover up what a psychotic devil he was. “How do

going to keep you under my roof without thoroughly finding out about who you

hard and I have dreams and I had a plan, and you can’t.” my voice breaks into a whisper, you can’t take

from you. You gave it away when you decided to

sounding as broken

you have somebody out

knew he was correct. Everyone who would’ve missed my vile life was dead except Jenny, but I couldn’t tell him that. I couldn’t tell him because if there was a

would miss me,

He c*ks an

before I could even think

“I see.

“You see?”