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

a lot of

the bed. He was still in clothes from the previous afternoon,

you

up to face him. “I-

six feet distance from me. I

My lips part.

And 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

off your body,

him, the more convinced I was that he was psychotic enough to kill an innocent family just

focusing on it, “Why

head?” He deadpanned, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “You

mean… why am I here?” I try sounding unfazed which was not. “What are you going to do with

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eyes-twinkle in the dim, one corner of his lips turning up. “Whatever

do that.” My voice raises, thoughts of Jenny filling in my head. She would keep waiting for me, and I would never show up. She’s going to think

me,” he indulged, “Why

life outside! I have people

like you never existed. And what life are you talking about? You’re a

not being able to form a proper sentence without stuttering. The man in front of me was intimidating, and that didn’t

keep you under my roof without thoroughly finding out

I work hard and I have dreams and I

away from you. You gave it away when you decided to

I whisper, sounding as broken as I

it’s not like you have somebody out

vile life was dead except Jenny, but I couldn’t tell him that. I couldn’t tell him because if there was a chance he was involved in Alina’s death, it would take him an hour

have someone who would

c*ks

out before I could even

“I see.

“You see?”