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 girl so tiny, you can make a lot

and the man from earlier stood up from the bed. He was still in clothes from the previous afternoon,

of hard not to when you

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

a safe six feet distance

My lips part.

wasn’t going to care if

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

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

focusing on it, “Why am I

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

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

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his lips turning up. “Whatever I please, cupcake, that is

would keep waiting for me, and I would never show

indulged, “Why

Because I have a life outside! I have people and- and I can’t

you never

a proper sentence without stuttering. The man in front of me was intimidating, and that didn’t even begin to cover up what a psychotic devil he was. “How do you

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

I work hard and I have dreams and I had a plan,

away from you. You gave it away when you

as broken as I

somebody out there who’s

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 to wipe out the last

have someone who would miss me,

He c*ks an

out before I could even think it

“I see.

“You see?”