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

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

of hard not to when you

to face him. “I- I have been silent for

hours,” he replied, standing at a safe six feet distance from me.

My lips part.

wasn’t going to care if I had been dead, but the fact that he was so neutral and accustomed to

off your body,

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

I breathed, focusing on

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

here?” I try sounding unfazed which was not. “What are

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

You can’t just 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 I abandoned

indulged, “Why

life outside! I have people and- and

like you never existed. And what life

The man in front of me was intimidating, and that didn’t even begin to

keep you under

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

take it away from you. You gave it away when you decided to mess with the Mafia.

sounding as

somebody out there

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

would

c*ks an

out before I could even think

“I see.

“You see?”